End of the Magic Era

At one time, a level 39 warcraft migrated past the Caucasus tribe, and the warrior of the Caucasus, while repelling the warcraft, knew that the warcraft was very vengeful and would certainly come back for revenge.

On that day, a king named Christo was seen leaving the tribe, and the next morning, a few miles away, the body of the warcraft was seen, but there were no great signs of battle.

Once again, the escalation of the conflict between the Battle Mages of the Caucasus and the Black Tower seemed to have the intention of attacking the Caucasus Heights. The forces that had been gathered by the Black Tower were attacking the Caucasus together, and the Battle Mages of the Caucasus were constantly retreating. The disparity in numbers could not be bridged. Even though each Battle Mage of the Caucasus was stronger than their average counterparts, another fatal flaw could not be avoided.

There are too few people in the Caucasus Heights than in Auckland to be a true Caucasian combat magician.

The Caucasian battle magicians are also not well placed to face a tenfold or tens of times the number of magistrates.

At that time, King Christo left the tribe again, even the Caucasus Heights, and shortly thereafter the coalition of Black Towers was discharged.

Thereafter, the Black Tower will not appear in the Caucasus Highlands, nor will the Battle Mage of the Caucasus appear in Auckland.

The occasional capture and killing, although occasional, has never taken place on a widespread scale.

And the development of the Caucasus has evolved with this rare peace.

Christo is rarely present here, but everyone knows that the Caucasus can have most of the credit today from this king.

But few people noticed that their king was so mysterious...

Everyone thought Christo had been taught by Droit, but only Droit knew that he had handed over only the magical knowledge of Christo's foundations and the meditation of his foundations, and there was nothing else.

Although Christo was always in awe of Droit's identity as his own disciple, Droit was in awe of his nominal disciple.

Mysterious, powerful, can't even feel what Christo is capable of now.

But looking at the good developments in the Caucasus, in the middle of the day, Droy acquiesced in some things and did not ask questions.

As the crystal ball slowly lit up and a dark figure emerged inside, Droy immediately put away the complexity of his face.

“Good night, Your Majesty...”

The people in the crystal ball were very silent, and there was no response. Droit seemed surprised. He took care of what happened during this time, and what happened in Poison Spray Valley before, all of what Lin Yun said, was uttered without a trace.

“… Your Majesty, this is how it works, what do you think? ”

At this point, there was a deep male voice in the crystal ball.

“Whatever it takes. ”

After one sentence, the light in the crystal ball dissipates and the crystal ball returns to normal appearance.

Droit pondered, this kind of thing should still go on looking for His Excellency Mafa...

Just as Droit reported these things to Christo, the more the Legion Commander, His Excellency Darryl, wanted to feel bored, his disciples nearly drowned in the mud pond by the Mafamelin, and just when he wanted to kill the Mafamelin with all his might, the Droit Prophet stopped him.

Not only that, but Mafa Merlyn, the bloody guy who didn't do any damage, instead we were punished, and Kempes was punished for mining at Thunder Hit Peak, as were the elite men.

He was also reprimanded, although there was no real punishment and there was only one symbolic punishment for not ordering him to leave the camp, but everyone could see that this was a warning to himself not to seek revenge on the Mafamelin.

When did the Battle Mage of the Caucasus become like this, after being bullied by a vile Oakland Mage, he was punished by his own people, even by himself, who was the leader of the Battle Mage Corps of the Caucasus, in nominal terms.

Shit, shit, shit...

The goddamn Oakland magician must die, yes, he must die, when he dies...

Oh, yeah, I'm going to find a chance to kill that damn Mafa Merlin, and by the time Prophet Droy finds out, Mafa Merlin is dead. Is he going to punish his own people for a dead man?

Where does that make sense? That Mafa Merlin could be valuable to the Caucasus alive. Dead, huh, who cares about a dead man...

Living is worth more, and if you die, no one will look at you more.

Darryl had a smile on his face, but it was a little hard to figure out how to pull that damn Mafa Merlin out.

After all, the storm fortress is now full of Auckland magicians, almost all of Auckland's finest forces are there, and I'm afraid those damned Auckland magicians won't hesitate to do it if they do it for no reason.

After a moment of reflection, Darryl waved at a close soldier.

“You, to the Merlyn family. Merlyn family, right? Anyway, this is Mafamelin's place, saying that someone stole something from the camp of my Battle Mage in the Caucasus, and you went after it and asked to search Mafamelin's camp. ”

The protégés didn't think much of it, and since they got here, they've found that the damned Auckland magicians seem to be terrified of them, and even if they encounter any minor friction, they've given in and nobody's in conflict with them.

Now to find a family trouble, what's the difficulty, apart from the black tower and the cloud tower camp they don't dare to search, all the other forces, all a bunch of weak chickens, dare to talk, just let them see if the lightning spear in their hands is sharp enough.

Several Caucasian battle magicians, wearing heavy armor and holding dark lightning spears, rushed to the Merlin family camp.

Several Battle Mages of the Caucasus walked all the way and all the Mages they met offered to give way to them, seemingly hiding from them, which left several Battle Mages of the Caucasus at once full of confidence.

Going outside the camp in Lin Yun, one of the Caucasian battle magicians kicked directly into the rudimentary gates of the camp.

That humble door was a piece of cargo that could withstand the power of these human dragons, banging, the three metres above the camp, and the four metres wide door was kicked into pieces.

“Grab him. I saw him escape into this camp. Don't let him escape! ”

The Caucasian battle magician, who kicked the door, leaned back and yelled, and the few people behind him rushed in with lightning spears.

Inside the camp, fifty wizards are meditating, recess is sleeping, Lena is drilling spells, Underfa... is still swallowing smoke and mist.

Lin Yun embraced the Book of Magic and was still frowning to study the spell.

All of a sudden, a loud noise came and all looked up at the same time.

Several Caucasian battle magicians, one of the strongest only Level 3 seal magicians, a few walked in, not knowing how dangerous their actions were.

Fifty of them, the weakest one, are already Level 5, and the strongest one is even Level 8.

A 39-grade frost dragon, an original heavenly puppet with 39-grade power, one can withstand the magic incarnation of a legion of magicians, and a 5th-grade sword saint level non-mainstream dragon blood beast, plus one of the strongest recognized in it, can't see how many grades, but can play the usual 9th-grade seal magic mentor the same guy...

The five Caucasian battle magicians came in unknowingly and shook their heads and howled with their voices.

“I see him, grab him, don't let him run away, steal from our Caucasian battle magician, it's so boring! ”

“Hey, how come it's gone? I just saw him like he was in that camp. ”

“No, I saw the other one. ”

“I can't search it, I can always find it...”

Several Caucasian battle magicians sang and the people in the yard stared at them.

Fifty wizards have forgotten their hands, all staring stupidly at these menus that are fatter than heavenly warcraft.

Lin Yun was a little helpless and waved at the break.

“Off duty, ten seconds, let me see one person, just one hour, one more, just one hour! ”

With a smile of bliss and joy, his face suddenly became frightened, staring at the rest of the Caucasian battle magicians as if he had seen the demons.

Between now and then, the body of the recess disappeared in place, and the Caucasian battle magician in front of him just felt that something had suddenly appeared in front of him, and he had not had time to react.

His eyes were suddenly black, a huge hammer hit him hard, and his heavy armor made a painful moan, and his heavy armor was smashed into deformation, and this battle magician's body, like a shell, disappeared into the camp.

The remaining four Caucasian battle magicians were in shock. I had no idea what they were saying. How dare the other side do it?

Damn, aren't these Oakland magicians weak? Ain't nobody daring to fight them?

Didn't that little goddamn family get mixed up in this way before, the entire camp's wealth was looted and the other side dared not say anything?

Still haven't picked up anything to say this is our Caucasus, how dare these guys attack their Caucasian battle magician?

Why is this happening?

But the idea flashed through the minds of the four Caucasian battle magicians, whose instincts to fight immediately put them into battle.

Four lightning spears instantly stabbed out, lightning flashed, four lightning spears really like lightning, the light flashed and stabbed before recess.