End of the Magic Era

Lin Yun's left hand held a fist-sized circular ball magic device, which was a flood of elements that had previously been removed from the heavenly alchemy puppet on the puppet's face when it was in the flame position.

The thunderbolt continued to rush into the elemental flood, and the thunderbolt dissipated, as if it had been towed, and the thunderbolt on the Great Shamans' surface continued to erupt and could not stop.

In three minutes, the surface of the elemental flood began to flash with lightning, and the elemental flood could only devour one spell of the opponent at a time, whether it was a first-level spell or an eight-level spell, without distinction.

These constant lightning, strictly speaking, are just the power of lightning, and they cannot be counted as spells at all. As long as they are uninterrupted, this is a spell for an elemental flood, which can be stored until the limit is exceeded.

The lightning on the surface of the Grand Shaman slowly dissipates, and the residual power is no longer enough to keep the Grand Shaman out of control.

Once again, Lin Yun took out a bottle of life medicine after putting away an elemental flood.

“Grand Shaman, this is the life medicine I have refined. ”

Big Shaman bowed to Lin Yun with gratitude and took the medicine for life.

Having dissipated the thunder and taken the life medication, I was just able to lie in bed and let the thunder slowly dissipate in Big Shaman, and now I am back to normal, at least there is nothing wrong with my movements.

“My Lord Grand Shaman, I came to ask you a question, and I hope you will tell me the truth. ”

Big Shaman shook his head.

“Thank you for your generosity and your help in alleviating my pain, but I really don't know the questions you want to ask. ”

The corner of Lin Yunjiu has a smile and is not angry.

“Your Excellency, I have not asked what the question is, and you already know what I would like to ask? ”

Big Shaman opened his mouth, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“Lord Shamans, I would like to ask you some questions about the spiritual armies out there. I would like to know the truth about what happened to them. ”

Big Shaman shook his head immediately.

“I don't know, I've never seen a dead spirit, I'm not even sure if there's one, unfortunately, I can't help you. ”

Lin Yun's face was calm. He was not surprised when Dashaman said so.

“If Big Shaman doesn't believe in the existence of a dead spirit, it's very simple. If I go out for half an hour and catch hundreds of dead animals, it's very simple. ”

Lin Yun turned and walked out.

Between now, Dashaman's face changed. Catching the dead is indeed the simplest way to prove it, but hundreds of dead spirits will definitely be known to everyone in the tribe.

“Wait, young man, you won. If you want to know, I'll tell you the truth, but it's not what you want. ”

Lin Yun turned around and nodded quietly and listened to Dashaman in a sighing tone about his past history.

“In the oldest days, the Great Flame Lord ruled the whole world, and all the Orcs were merely slaves of the Great Flame Lord, and all the Orcs' lives were in the hands of the Lord.

Brutal lords, can kill the slaves of the Orcs at will, the blood of the Orcs, flowing in every corner of the Lord's land of wrath.

Until one day, when my ancestor, the greatest Samantha, appeared, he began to lead us against the brutal reign of the Great Lord, countless heroic Orcs were sacrificed, and even Sal gave his life.

We succeeded in overthrowing the reign of Lord Fury and suppressing him, but despite the strong seal of repression, which cost Sal his life, we could only barely suppress Lord Fury.

It is a disaster for us that the angry Lord constantly strikes the seal and from time to time the power of the Great Lord breaks out of the seal, causing great harm to us.

Every few decades, it takes an Orc hero to spend his life reinforcing the seal.

But the power of the Lord of Wrath has revealed so much, he summoned so many demons, we constantly fight demons, every year we sacrifice countless heroic warriors.

With the passage of time, we mercilessly took away a large number of Orc warriors, and our Orc strength was constantly weakening, while the number of demons was increasing, and the power of the Great Flame Lord was spilling more and more, and one day he would surely escape poverty.

At that time, Lexa, the wise man of the tribe, finally found a way to seal the Lord of Wrath and imprison him, without never-ending sacrifices by the Orcs to impose the seal.

Lexa called upon a great number of powerful men, and where it was sealed, Lexa was the first to die at his own discretion, and he put his life and soul into the seal.

Together with the sacrifices of many Orc ancestors, their souls form a vast cage in which the Great Lord of Wrath is imprisoned forever.

But this method is not flawed, their souls cannot rest, and their bodies are transformed into dead creatures, wandering around this wasteland forever.

Through the records of my ancestors, through the traces of time, I saw these things, and I saw that Lexa, for the continuation of his people, was willing to turn away from his faith and turn himself into a dead spirit creature, so that his soul could not rest.

They also know that their souls still have some memories in their eternal struggle, even after they have become dead creatures.

They are still guarding our tribe, and every outsider will be attacked by the army of the dead, but they will never appear in the eyes of the beast.

They are unwilling to show their faces to later peoples, to let them know that they have turned away from their ancestral beliefs, and to let us know that their souls have not returned to the embrace of the earth, nor have they become ancestral spirits.

But as I have seen, I have never seen a dead spirit, but I know very well that they are still fulfilling their mission.

Unless the Lord of Wrath is truly repressed, the souls of his ancestors will not rest, and those dead will remain forever.

The canyon, where demons often appear, is where the Lord of Wrath is suppressed.

It's not that I don't want to tell you the truth, it's that you don't want to face the spiritual army of your ancestors, then you have to face the more terrible presence of the Lord of Wrath.

I exhort you not to provoke the Lord, but you do not understand how terrible it is, even if it is sealed, and if it reveals a little power, that terrible anger will suffice to burn everyone to ashes. ”

The tone of the Great Shamans is a little low, there is no war at all, and the Lord of Fire, a little power spilled out, is not something they can resist.

Lin Yun nodded silently, with a hint of suddenness in his eyes, even this speculation already existed.

According to the legend of the flame, the scorched black mark was the result of the release of a demonic lord, which destroyed everything there, even tens of thousands of years apart, and the remaining fierce flames were not readily accessible to the magician below the heavenly scale.

After speculating that this remnant of the world existed in the flames of the past, Lin Yun speculated that there might be a real repression of a great demon lord, which was indeed the case.

And Lin Yun finally understood why there was an oppressor, a great demon lord. Such existence, in the abyss, was a terrible ruler at the top. Countless demons crawled at the feet of the lord, but were repressed in the flames of anger. This kind of thing is too weird.

Now I understand, the reason the flame level is called the flame level is because the first ruler of the flame level is this flame lord!

His reign was overthrown and suppressed by the Orc, who was supposed to be only a slave, but the name Fire was continually passed down.

After obtaining the desired information, Lin Yun went back to consult with others.

After listening to Lin Yun say this information, everyone was shocked. No one thought that beneath that canyon was really suppressing a demon lord.

Now all they have to do is find a way to truly suppress the Great Lord of the Devil and free the souls of the beasts who formed the cage of souls.

Only when the souls of these beasts are truly liberated will the army of the dead wandering in the wilderness dissipate, so that without those that directly threaten the greatest army of the dead, they will have the opportunity to attack the Golden Top tribe and capture the Golden Beasts.

Others were not particularly knowledgeable about the Alchemist, nor were they alchemists, and Rafael frowned a long time before saying with some uncertainty.

“Alchemy in that canyon was a long time ago, but it wasn't as perfect as it is now, and I'm sure that the same thing will now find a better way to truly suppress the Great Lord of the Devil.

The Great Demon Lord, though powerful and terrible, breathes a breath that can destroy all of us and destroy the world in a single blow, has now been repressed, and unless he breaks out of the seal and repression and escapes, there is actually no great threat to us.

If it's just a leaked breath, it's not too strong, and I believe it's enough to deal with it with our strength.

At least it's easier than those dead armies, not as invincible as those dead armies. ”

Rafael, the leader of Sky City this time, is himself a top mason, and Sky City is best at alchemy, his words, most persuasive, at least for the people of the Kingdom of Odin, far more persuasive than Lin Yun, the creator of Andalusia.

Before, everyone saw Lin Yun's basic work in writing alchemy characters, and also saw Lin Yun's top medicine, naturally believing that Lin Yun was an alchemist specializing in alchemy drugs.

Nor did anyone ask Lin Yun's opinion. After Rafael gave his own opinion, Didala decisively slapped the decision.

The demon lord is terrible, but the repressed demon lord is far less terrible than the great army of the dead.