Chapter 809 Thief

Once, a level 39 monster migrated and passed by the Caucasian tribe. Although the Caucasian battle mage repelled the monster, he also knew that the monster was very vengeful and would definitely come back for revenge.

On that day, someone saw the king named Christo leave the tribe. Early the next morning, someone saw the body of the monster a few miles away, but there were no major traces of fighting around.

Another time, the conflict between the Caucasian battle mage and the Black Tower escalated. The other side seemed to have the intention of attacking the Caucasian Highlands. The forces gathered by the Black Tower attacked the Caucasus together. The Caucasian battle mages kept retreating. The difference in numbers could not be made up. Even if each Caucasian battle mage was stronger than the average mage of the same level, another fatal flaw could not be avoided.

Compared with Auckland, there are too few people in the Caucasian Highlands, and even fewer people can become a true Caucasian battle mage.

Facing ten or even dozens of times the number of mages, the Caucasian battle mage has no good solution.

At this time, King Christo left the tribe again, and even left the Caucasus Highlands. A few days later, the coalition forces gathered by the Black Tower withdrew.

From then on, the people of the Black Tower would not appear in the Caucasus Highlands, and the battle mages of the Caucasus would not appear in Oakland.

Although it happened from time to time that those who were caught and killed occasionally happened, there was no large-scale war.

And the development of the Caucasus also developed with this rare peace.

Christo rarely appeared here, but everyone knew that the king must have taken most of the credit for the Caucasus to be what it is today.

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

Everyone thought that Christo was taught by Droy, but only Droy knew. He only taught Christo basic magic knowledge and basic meditation methods, nothing else.

Although Christo never claimed to be a disciple of Droy at any time. But Droy was in awe of his nominal disciple.

Mysterious and powerful. It was impossible to feel what kind of strength Christo had now.

However, seeing that the Caucasus had developed well in recent years, Droy acquiesced to some things and did not ask about the doubts.

Seeing the crystal ball slowly light up and a dark figure emerged inside, Droy immediately put away the complicated expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, good night..."

The figure in the crystal ball was very silent and did not respond. Droy was used to it and told everything that had happened during this period, as well as what happened in the Poison Mist Valley before, and what Lin Yun said, without missing a single word.

"... Your Majesty, this is what happened. What do you think we should do?"

At this time, a deep male voice came from the crystal ball.

"At any cost."

After a word, the light in the crystal ball dissipated, and the crystal ball returned to normal.

Droy pondered for a while. For this kind of thing, we still have to continue to find Lord Mafa...

Just as Droy reported these things to Christo, Lord Daryl, the legion leader, felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it. My disciple was almost drowned in the mud by that Mafa Merlin.

Just when I was about to kill Mafa Merlin with all my strength, the prophet Droy stopped me.

Not only that, the damned Mafa Merlin was not hurt at all, but we were punished. Kempes was punished to mine at Thunder Peak, and those elite subordinates were also punished to mine.

I was also scolded, although there was no real punishment, only a symbolic punishment of not being allowed to leave the camp without an order. But everyone can see that this is a warning to me not to seek revenge on Mafa Merlin.

When did the Caucasian Battle Mage become like this? After being bullied by a hateful Oakland Mage, he was punished by his own people. Even I, the leader of the Caucasian Battle Mage Corps, was punished in name.

Damn, damn, damn...

That damn Oakland Mage must die, yes, he must die, wait until he dies...

Hey, that's right, I will find a chance to kill that damn Mafa Merlin now. When the Droy Prophet finds out, Mafa Merlin will be dead. For a dead person, will he punish his own people?

How can this be true? That Mafa Merlin may be valuable to the Caucasus if he is alive, but dead, haha, who would care about a dead person...

No matter how valuable he is alive, no one will take a second look at him if he is dead.

A smile appeared on Daryl's face, but it was a bit difficult to find a way to lure out that damn Mafa Merlin.

After all, the Storm Fortress is now full of Oakland mages, and almost all the top forces in Oakland are there. If you take action for no reason, those hateful Oakland mages will probably take action without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, Daryl waved to a personal soldier next to him.

"You, go to the Merlin family, right? Anyway, it's the place of Marfa Merlin. Just say that someone stole something from my Caucasian Battle Mage camp, and you chased them there. Ask to search Marfa Merlin's camp."

The soldiers didn't think much about it. Since they came here, they found that those hateful Oakland mages seemed to be very afraid of them. Even if they encountered some minor frictions, they were all tolerant and no one had conflicts with them.

Now it's not difficult to find trouble with a family. Except for the camps of the Black Tower and the Cloud Tower, they dared not search. All other forces were a bunch of weak chickens. If they dared to talk too much, let them see whether the lightning spears in their hands were sharp enough.

Several Caucasian battle mages, wearing heavy armor and holding black lightning spears, rushed straight to the camp of the Merlin family.

Several Caucasian battle mages walked along the way, and all the mages they met took the initiative to give way to them. They seemed to be very shy about them, which made several Caucasian battle mages full of confidence.

When they came to the outside of Lin Yun's camp, one of the Caucasian battle mages kicked open the simple gate of the camp.

The simple gate was just a showpiece, and it couldn't withstand the power of these humanoid Tyrannosaurus. With a bang, the three-meter-high and four-meter-wide gate of the camp was kicked into pieces.

"Catch him, I saw him escape into this camp, don't let him run away!"

The Caucasian battle mage who kicked the gate raised his head and roared, and several people behind him rushed in with lightning spears.

In the camp, fifty wizards were meditating, Xiujian was dozing, Reina was studying spells, and Andefa... was still smoking.

Lin Yun was holding the Book of Ten Thousand Spells and was still frowning and studying spells.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and everyone looked up at the same time.

Several Caucasian battle mages, the strongest of whom was only a third-level title wizard, walked in swaggeringly, not knowing how dangerous their actions were.

Among the fifty wizards inside, the weakest one was already a fifth-level wizard, and the strongest one was even an eighth-level wizard.

A level 39 frost dragon, a level 39 Yuantian puppet, a magic weapon incarnation that can match a mage army, a level 5 sword master-level non-mainstream dragon blood orc, plus a guy who is recognized as the strongest here, whose level is hard to tell, but can beat ordinary level 9 titled wizards like a toy...

The five Caucasian battle mages were unaware of this and walked in swaggeringly, while they walked in, they raised their heads and screamed at the top of their throats.

"I saw him, catch him, don't let him run away, he dared to steal our Caucasian battle mages' things, he is tired of living!"

"Hey, why is he gone, I just saw him go into that tent."

"No, I saw the other tent."

"Search it, it will be great, you can always find it..."

Several Caucasian battle mages sang in unison, and everyone in the yard looked at these people in amazement.

Fifty magicians forgot to attack, and all stared blankly at these guys whose orders were fatter than those of heaven-level monsters.

Lin Yun was a little helpless, and waved his hand at Xiuban.

"Xiuban, ten seconds, let me see one person, one hour, one more, one hour more!"

Xiuban, who was originally glaring at these Caucasian battle mages with a gloating smile as if he saw a god or demon, suddenly became terrified.

In an instant, Xiuban's body disappeared from the spot. The Caucasian battle mage standing in the front only felt that something suddenly appeared in front of him, and he didn't have time to react.

Suddenly, the eyes went black, and a huge iron hammer hit him hard, causing his heavy armor to groan in pain. The heavy armor was deformed, and the body of this battle mage, like a cannonball, disappeared in the camp with a whoosh.

The remaining four Caucasian battle mages were shocked. They had never expected that the people on the other side would dare to attack them before they finished speaking.

Damn, aren't these Oakland mages very weak? Isn't it true that no one dares to fight them?

Wasn't that damned little family disturbed by this method before? The wealth of the entire camp was looted, and the other party didn't dare to say anything.

Now they haven't picked up anything to say that this is our Caucasian, and these guys dare to attack their Caucasian battle mages?

Why is this so?

However, this idea flashed through the minds of the four Caucasian battle mages, and the instinct of fighting immediately made them throw themselves into the battle.

Four lightning spears pierced out instantly, and the lightning flashed. The four lightning spears were really like lightning. With a flash of light, they had already pierced in front of Xiuban. (To be continued)

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