End of the Magic Era

Inside the territory of Yimir, dozens of small mountain bags tens of meters tall stood there, and you can also see the constant presence of dead creatures beneath the mountain bags, leaving a lot of dead essence behind.

The power of intense death is almost solidified there. Lin Yun can even feel that the dozen small mountain bags inside have already begun to fertilize the dead spirit. Soon, there will be dead spirits climbing out of it, and the starting point will never be low, at least above grade 10, and certainly not some low-level skeleton or other dead spirit.

Perhaps the spirits that are bred are black warriors and so on. Death knights are unlikely, but according to current trends, it is not impossible to breed a high spirits like death knights.

A dozen small mountain bags tens of meters tall. They are completely small mountain bags stacked with the essence of the Dead Spirit. Lin Yun is a little stunned...

Low-level dead creatures do not necessarily produce dead spirit essence after being killed. After being killed, the probability of leaving dead spirit essence becomes very large. After death, dead creatures above level 20 will inevitably leave dead spirit essence...

But a dead essence, which is the size of the nail cover, only dead creatures above the thirtieth level, the dead essence will be slightly larger, but large and limited, the essence of dead essence will become better, but the size will not increase especially.

This small mountain bag, tens of meters high, how many dead spirit essences are in it, Lin Yun can no longer calculate, too much, this is already an astronomical number, conservatively estimated that there are tens of billions of dead spirit essences here, that is, at least tens of billions of dead creatures died, and the dead spirit essence was picked up here.

Not every dead creature is left with a dead essence after death, and the biggest number is the low-level dead creature, and not necessarily every dead creature is picked up by Emir's men after death.

In less than a year, there may have been hundreds of billions of dead creatures here...

All life in the whole Northender world is dead, and that's not enough!

After seeing this scene for the first time, Lin Yun finally understood a little. Why say that in the face of the dead spirit, the war between the two lords, without dying a billion dead creatures, is not at all war...

In describing the war of the dead, Lin Yun once saw a statement that the struggle between the two spiritual lords, the number of dead spirits invested is one billion, the dead spirits, the skeletons can pile up into a mountain peak, but this is only a small struggle.

Put it in the Northender world, at most it is equivalent to a fight between two neighboring villages...

Originally, Lin Yun thought that this phrase had a lot of connotations. Now look, this is absolutely realistic. Totally realistic, a billion dead creatures joined the war. In terms of dead spirits, even two neighboring villages can't get on the stage at all. Even the dead lords themselves don't care much about fighting.

And there are at least dozens of dead lords on this battlefield right now, and dead lords below level 44 are simply not eligible to be lords here, at best under the hands of a powerful lord.

With so many Lords of the Dead here competing for this territory, which is only a few thousand kilometres away, it is normal to fight a little harder. It is presumed that the battle here is much worse than the war elsewhere in the realm of the Dead.

It's been a long time since dozens of dead lords have competed for a territory, and it's only a few thousand kilometers away. The dead lords here, any more powerful dead lord, have more than that.

Although the number of dead spirits in the realm of the dead spirits is huge to difficult to count, the realm itself is also huge and terrible. The wars between these dead spiritual lords, purely to compete for the condition of the land, are the least. The wars between the dead spiritual lords, most of the time, are for other things, their own contradictions, for the fire of the soul, for...

For a variety of reasons, however, it is the least possible reason to wage war purely to compete for territory.

When he found Yimir, Yimir had just returned from the battlefield with a skull with a unihorn in his hand. The fire of the soul inside the skull was still shaking, indicating that the dead spirit was not dead, and his head was directly screwed off by Yimir.

Yimir took the skull and smiled and sucked it against the skull. The fire of the soul in the skull turned into a dark blue flock. It flew out of the two orbits of the skull. Yimir had his mouth and swallowed up these dark blue flocks. The skull was still struggling. The fire of the soul was also struggling to not be swallowed up. Unfortunately, it was all useless.

With only one head left, any struggle would be useless, watching as the fire of one's soul was consumed.

As Emile devoured the fire of the soul in this skull, it seemed as if it had gone through millions of years of time decay in just a few seconds, flashing as many glossy skulls as possible.

The surface of the skull appeared dense and numb cracks, and its own shine completely dissipated. When the last fire of the soul was swallowed up, the skull suddenly broke into pieces, like rotten bones, suddenly dug out of the ground, saw the sun, and easily broke after contact with the air.

When the debris fell to the ground, it snapped and turned into a pile of ash. Imir grabbed his mouth and pulled out an irregularly shaped spirit essence in the ashes and threw it on a hill not far away.

After doing this, Yimir discovered that Lin Yun slowly came from afar, and a small body suddenly burst out with terrible power, almost instantly appearing beside Lin Yun.

“Oh, Buddy, my best friend's dear, eh, as if to say, forget it, Buddy, I haven't seen you in a long time, come on, you have to come see my masterpiece. ”

As he said, Yimir dragged Lin Yun forward. Lin Yun thought Yimir was going to show him a dozen mountains stacked purely with the essence of the dead spirit. Who knew that Yimir had bypassed the dozen mountains and came to the back of the mountain.

Behind the hill, a white bone cage piles up, forming a cage hill a dozen meters tall, and each white bone cage contains a pile of live bereavement birds.

When these newspaper bereavement birds saw the presence of Imir, they began to scream like a bomb nest, making a final declaration in horror.

Imir grabbed his mouth and reached out with one hand and still had an inscribed hatred in his tone.

“These damn birds must die, the newspaper must die, must die...”

As he said, a flame broke out on Emir's arm, his tongue curled and covered all the white bone cages, the red flames roared and roared, the flames wrapped all the newspaper bereavements, the terrible and unheard screams rang in the flames, all the newspaper bereavements struggled in pain, but how could they not escape.

The last one was burned alive by the flames and burned to ashes from the gap in the white bone cage...

Lin Yun stared at the scene, completely speechless.

These white bone cages, at least, were released by the Skeleton Mage of the Heavenly Stage. I don't know where Imir found them, but they released so many skeleton cages.

These cages do not appear to be strong enough that any spirit above the fortieth level can be broken at will, but they can never be burned by the flames released by Emir. Some of the hidden traces of burning black on these white bone cages, as well as a thick layer of ash spilled on the ground, are enough to show how many newspaper bereavement birds Emir has burned here in the meantime.

This guy's hatred of the mourning bird is really engraved in his soul. The flame just released is at most a Level 3 spell, but the scope of the enclosure is just a little wider, and it becomes a continuous spell. If it is calculated by changing to the magic of a magician, the magic consumed by Emir's release of the flame is absolutely enough to release a Level 6 spell, and it still consumes a relatively large amount of magic.

It's really a chicken killing magic...

Imir watched as the birds burned to ashes and dragged Lin Yun to watch together. It was like a bragging little boy dragged his companion to watch how he could avenge his enemies...

Lin Yun really doesn't know what to say...

“Emil, the flame you're holding is pretty good. It's good. There's been progress. Keep up the good work...”

“Hey, Buddy, I knew you'd see my progress. I can burn these damn newspaper bereavement birds now, too. You don't know, I've tried many times, there's no way to burn them directly before, and I've practiced many times before to do it...”

Imir chattered and dragged Lin Yun for a few minutes, then suddenly something seemed to have occurred to him. He dragged Lin Yun to a hill stacked with the essence of the dead spirit.

“Buddy, look, this is a gift I've been preparing for you for a long time, you like this, so I've prepared these for you, which is too little. I was going to prepare a bigger gift for you. Now that you're here, I'll give it to you first, and I'll get you a bigger one again...”

Lin Yun looked at the delightful Yimir. Although it was already level 47, it was still the look of the dwarf eater. It looked very ugly. Wisdom improved a bit, but if it was put into Northender world, this wisdom would also be of the same grade as recess.

However, Lin Yun was somewhat exclaimed. He was a simple guy, even a corpse eater, but he was a very simple corpse eater. In Emir's heart, there was probably no evil and goodness, but he was good to whom he was good, the simplest value.

Lin Yun looked at Yimir a little out of his mind, and Lin Yun did not return until Yimir pulled him back.