Bring about one's own destruction!

Merlin's eyes flashed with a cold light, if this thief fled directly, whether it was Marseille or Merlin, or other guards, they would not be able to keep him at all, and with his speed to escape through the window and enter the vast night outside, he would be able to easily shake off the pursuers, not to mention that Marseille would not pursue at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he rushed towards Merlin at the moment, and he didn't even run away.

It ruined his last chance.

Fireballs rose from the staff and shot towards the thieves in front of them, only a short distance between them, and Merlin waited patiently until the other approached before making a move.

The thief's pitch-black cloak fluttered, and he moved directly sideways, and the fireball hit the afterimage he left behind, directly shattering a large part of the wall.

Fast, the thief's movements are too fast, and the afterimage is a manifestation of extreme speed.

"Think I'm defenseless?"

"This staff can allow people who don't have magical power to use fireball magic at the cost of consuming mental power,"

"Students who are able to go to the Dalaran Junior Academy of Magic must be able to use the Fireball Technique at least four times,"

The thief showed his calmness, he just shook a little, he had long expected Merlin to use the fireball technique to attack, the plain words came out of his mouth, he did not move slowly, stepped forward again, and continued in his mouth; "I know all of you's information, four fireball spells are already your limit,"

"Die obediently!" At the end of the sentence, the thief's tone became cold, and he changed his peace just now.

This time it was no longer an illusory attack, but a real attack, with a dagger stroke, a cold light appeared, but when it was greeted, it was a fiery red, and the fireball technique appeared again.

Shooting out directly, the appearance of this fireball technique broke the thief's calmness, his expression was shocked, and he said in disbelief; "It can't be!"

"Your talent is just ordinary, barely reaching the passing line for students enrolled in the Dalaran Academy of Magic, how can you continue to use the fireball technique,"

"The information is false, your talent is not ordinary, but excellent,"

The angry words came out of the thief's mouth, he could no longer dodge, at such a short distance, he was defenseless, directly hit by the galloping fireball, the fireball burst directly, a flame burned, the thief's body was forward, but he was hit by the fireball two steps back, the black cloak has been burned off, half of the arm directly exploded, white bones were exposed from it, flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, but the flesh near the wound was charred.

The thief did not die immediately, he was not a warrior and could not resist the fireball with his superb physique, but the speed of the thief allowed him to avoid the fatal injury at the critical moment, and glanced at the crumbling Merlin with resentment, the thief turned around directly and planned to escape, seeing the thief's movements, Merlin's heart was relieved, this thief was dead, he had no hope of escaping, just now Merlin was afraid that this thief knew that he could not escape, and rushed towards him again, and the last dying struggle died with him.

If that's the case, Merlin really doesn't have a way to crack it, and it looks like he can still use the fireball technique for the last time, but the consequences of draining so much mental power, Merlin knows that he won't die, but he will become a vegetative person and lose his mind, and he can't afford the consequences.

At the critical moment, the thief panicked, he wanted to escape, and made the wrong choice, this is a very normal choice, the only death in the eternal difficulty, and the other ten people will also do the same when they are replaced by life and death.

Marseille and the other guards surrounded him in an instant.

Seeing this, Merlin's mind was completely relieved, and he passed out directly, not knowing anything.

Blue sky. spotless, crystal clear, like an endless calm blue sea; Intense white light danced in the air, like the microwave of the sea, and the red sun added a touch of color to the sunny day.

Merlin he felt that he was full of energy, the weakness and lack of spirit were all gone, he was energetic and radiant, but his body was lazy and didn't want to move, he opened his eyelids and opened the sky, he was lying on the soft cushion, the familiar scenery came into view, he was in the carriage he had been riding, sat up directly, and immediately surprised an old man with squinting eyes beside him.

This old man was wrinkled, his beard was all silver-white, and his clothes were not very good, they were made of coarse linen, and he was Merlin's servant brought this time, and his name was Hodis.

"Young Master, you're awake," the half-asleep Hodis was extremely sensitive, obviously not asleep, but half-asleep, when he heard a little movement, he immediately opened his eyes and saw Merlin who had just started,

He picked up the kettle beside him directly, handed it to Merlin and said; "Young Master, drink some water,"

"Hmm," Merlin said, with a dry mouth, and picked up the kettle and began to gulp.

There was only one master and one servant in the carriage, and it was evident that after that battle, Merlin's status skyrocketed, and what should have been a carriage crowded together was now enjoyed by him and his servants.

"Arrived in Laran?" Merlin knew that he was in the carriage, which meant that they were still on their way, but they didn't know how far they were from Dalaran.

"There's still half a day to go,"

"Tell me more about what happened after I passed out?"

"How many more people died, what about the orcs in the Lordamire asylum?"

"Just after you fell unconscious, young master, Captain Marseille and the other guards killed the thief, and it took a while for a small group of soldiers to arrive,"

"They're coming so slowly?"

"It's no wonder they, the thieves didn't lie, Lieutenant Vass was killed by them, the Lordamire asylum is very chaotic, they don't have Lieutenant Gauss's organization, the chaos lasted for a while, and then a temporary commander was elected,"

"There's no big problem with the orcs, the cursed orcs, they're honest, they don't get into the chaos, no, no, no, there's an orc," Hordis, remembering the one who died at the hands of Marseille, began to add.

"The escort team is basically almost dead, even your most loyal guard, young master, also died in the battle, only two guards remained, except for the guards, none of the people in the other houses died,"

"This is all the credit of the young master, it is the young master who saved everyone," Hodis began to praise, his tone was full of joy, obviously his young master was extremely wise, which made Hodis happy.

"Where's John?"

"John, he's dead!"