Chapter 432: Invasion
Rumble!!
The entire ground shook violently as if it had been hit with a powerful impact.
The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were accumulating, making the figures of Merlin and Dorot blurry and hazy.
This is the powerful momentum effect unleashed by Dorot.
Ahead, Dorot's body had changed, his body had become extraordinarily thick and powerful, looming, and his pupils flickered with a psychedelic aura, making his whole person look as if it was not real, it was intertwined with the unreal.
This is a manifestation of the power of Dorot's bloodline.
His bloodline is very powerful, and he is a legendary fog giant.
In ancient mythology, powerful creatures that manipulate mist and splashes are capable of reaching the pinnacle of fourth-level true intent after reaching adulthood.
"Dorot, you're really going to attack me. A faint mist shrouded in it, and Morin's figure loomed in it, and it was not clear at all, but his voice came out of it clearly.
"Maureen, Maureen Olsen, you brought it on yourself this time, so don't blame me. ”
Dorot's voice was cold, and his eyes were full of indescribable coldness.
In fact, Dorot's attack on Morin this time was not only the reason why Morin seriously injured the Eye of Bermus Warlock, but also the conflict between him and Morin in the Mosanke world.
At the beginning, he didn't get along very well with Morin, and if it weren't for the form of facing the Tours together, it is estimated that he and Morin would have fought together a long time ago.
Now it's time for Dorot to seize the opportunity, and Dorot certainly won't miss it.
"Die!!"
Dorot's eyes were red, and after he roared frantically, his two arms suddenly twisted and changed, turning into two long pillars of thick mist, and rushed towards the direction where Merlin was.
In the looming mist around him, Dorot's two long pillars of mist seemed to be two long dragons, surging frantically towards Merin.
At this time, Morin's flat voice came from ahead.
"Darkening fireballs. ”
The mist suddenly swung, and countless purple-red flames swirled and surged upward, like two meteors falling from the sky, turning into two fireballs, and colliding with the two mist pillars fiercely.
Immediately, the fireball and the long pillar of mist were in a stalemate.
"What!" Dorot was stunned.
Before he could do anything, Morin slowly opened his mouth at this time.
Rumble!!
An incomparably rich black-red flame burst out of his mouth, causing the two fireballs in mid-air to suddenly flourish, and with a sea of fire behind him, they rushed towards Dorot in front of him.
The two pillars of mist only lasted for a moment, and then they were quickly submerged as if the ice and snow were melting.
"Ahh
Dorot struggled in the flames and let out a terrible scream.
"How could it be...... How is it possible, Maureen Olsen, I feel, I feel that my level of elemental control is much higher than yours, why are you so much stronger than me, no, impossible. ”
"You shouldn't be better than me!!"
Dorot's frightened voice kept coming.
"Idiot!"
Morin sneered.
Yes, that's right, Dorot's level of elemental control is much higher than him, but, so what, the strength of a wizard is not just based on the degree of elemental control.
Not to mention the special nature of Merlin himself as an ancient wizard, just say that his incomparably deep background and accumulation, as well as the magic attack amplification of Minai Totem and the weakening of witchcraft, are enough to level out too many things.
Dorot's elemental level was higher than his, but he had not yet reached the third order.
"Okay Dorot, whatever you want to say, whatever you think, anyway, it's all over now. Maureen said, slowly extending his hand.
The edge of his palm became blurred, and faintly black cracks flashed, this was Merlin's powerful sorcery, the Great Dimensional Split.
He intends to use this sorcery to kill Dorot.
However, at this moment, the flames on Dorot's body suddenly and silently extinguished, and Dorot's injuries began to recover at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
"I thought Dorot was going to kill you, and he was sure of it, but I didn't expect him to almost die. A figure slowly emerged from the void next to her, a middle-aged woman, with an average appearance and ordinary dress, looking like a peasant woman in the countryside.
But Morin was covered in sweat and hair, and felt a deep fear and horror that could not be explained.
True meaning!
The ordinary-looking middle-aged woman in front of her is a powerful fourth-level True Intent Warlock!
Fourth-level True Intent actually appeared next to Dorot, no, it should be said that she had always been there, but it was only at this time that she suddenly appeared, Mo Lin thought so in his heart, and understood.
Although the fourth-level True Intent Warlock didn't make any moves, at this time, Mo Lin felt an indescribable strong pressure.
"Fourth-level True Intent, Fourth-level True Intent Warlock......"
"If I were to face such a true being, even if I showed my snake nature, cast my Kill Calthus Spiral Strangulation, and desperately used the Minai Totem, I would only have a very small chance of escaping with serious injuries. ”
"This is still my specialty, if it is an ordinary third-level second-order wizard, in the face of the fourth-level true intent, there is no way at all except to wait for death. ”
"Although I am absolutely vulnerable, I am not without the slightest ......"
Merlin thought to himself, and he looked at the back of his right hand, where there was the mark of the ancestor of witchcraft.
Although the mark disappeared into his skin as if it had never appeared, Morin did not think so.
"Maureen Olsen, yes, you're good. The fourth-level True Intent Warlock looked at Mo Lin, the corners of her mouth moved, as if she was smiling, as if it was just an illusion, and said, "But you, it's a pity, it's really a pity." ”
"You seriously injured Dorot. ”
As he spoke, the fourth-level True Intent Warlock looked at Merlin.
Although it was just an ordinary look, Morin felt an indescribable great fear at this moment, as if he would die the next moment.
It was the instinct of the living being, the tremor at the end of his soul.
"Damn!" Mo Lin's heart tightened, and he wanted to stretch out his right hand and use his right hand to resist the gaze of that fourth-level true intent.
But he didn't need to do it.
"Elaine, this is the royal capital of the Duchy of Lionheart's Flame, not the place for you to make a move. A figure suddenly flashed out, blocking the depth of Morin.
This is an old man, wearing the white robes of the royal wizards, with gold threads embroidered on the edges, and the old man wearing glasses, looking also very suave, erudite and full of manners.
"Samen!"
The face of the fourth-level True Intent Warlock named Elaine suddenly turned ugly.
"Elaine, stop it, why bother fighting with the little ones of the third level. Samen smiled slightly, a faint smile on his face.
"Samen, do you want to protect him?"
Elaine's face turned cold all of a sudden.
"You can understand it that way. The look on Samen's face remained the same, just smiling.
Elaine didn't speak, but the look on her face became unusually ugly.
"Very well, Samen, I remember. Elaine said coldly, and she stretched out her sleeves sharply, and disappeared with Dorot.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. ”
Maureen bowed slightly towards Samen, expressing his gratitude.
"It's fine, it's just a matter of hand. Samon waved his hand gently, he looked at Mo Lin, thought for a while, and said, "By the way, Mo Lin, what do you think of His Royal Highness the Second Prince...... Forget it, Morin, you're leaving, right, take care. ”
"Your Majesty asked me to tell you that you are always welcome in the Duchy of Lionheart. ”
After Samen said this, his body moved, and he disappeared into the void without a trace.
Merlin looked at the empty surroundings and frowned.
Obviously, Samen made the move because of Allen.
Not only that, but the king and the royal wizards have some other feelings for Alan.
"It's good to be protected, but it's not my power to do it. Mo Lin looked ahead, which was the direction of Tratel City, Mo Lin's eyes showed a trace of indescribable strangeness, and said: "Fourth-level, fourth-level true meaning, I must become a fourth-level true meaning!"
"Mo ...... Brother Morin. Sophie lifted the curtain of the carriage, poked her little head out, looked at Maureen, and shouted timidly.
"Sophie, alright Sophie. ”
Maureen smiled, he stepped forward, rubbed Sophie's hair, then pinched Sophie's little face, and said, "Okay, let's go, I'll take you home." ”
............
Duchy of Lionheart's Flame.
Southern.
The news of what happened in the royal capital has been reported, and all the things that the second prince Allen has done have been known, and while they have strange emotions in their hearts, they put more energy into the south.
There is a very good, but seriously injured prince here.
In the large tent, the eldest prince lay on the bed with his eyes closed, unconscious.
Suddenly, his face distorted, and his face couldn't help but show a look of struggle.
"Ahh
The eldest prince suddenly let out a loud shout.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around.
Everything is strange.
Strange arrangement, strange air, strange energy, strange world.
Oron looked at all this in a daze, and he looked at his hand again, with a look of disbelief and surprise in his eyes.
"Wizard...... Wizarding World, Clea, is this what you call Wizarding World?" Oron muttered to himself, "We succeeded, Claire, I really came to Wizarding World. ”
He stretched out his hand, and above Oren's palm, a translucent crystal coffin emerged.
The crystal coffin seems to be illusory, but it also seems to be real.
In the crystal coffin lies a beautiful girl, she is none other than the girl in the purgatory world, one of the three goddesses of the Styx, Claire.
Claire ......
Oren quietly looked at the girl in the crystal coffin, and a trace of deep obsession and love flashed in his eyes.
"Claire, don't worry, when I get used to the wizarding world, I'll find a way to wake you up. ”
"I will, I will. ”
"Claire. ”
Oron smiled, the look in his eyes unbelievably determined.