"Two Your Excellencies, please arrange another fifty tents, and a group of people are coming..." Lin Yun, who came to the camp, found Idamelin and the others directly. During those two months, he had become accustomed to handing over some trivial matters to Idamelin and the others, and these two people were very rare without any complaints.

"Ah? Fifty tents..."

Idameilin and Yurimeilin were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, showing a look of surprise and doubt. They knew very well that in the current situation, the young mage had no way to find help except to ask for help from the ancestral land. But just now, I clearly heard the young mage say that a group of people would come, what's going on?

"No problem, right?"

However, before Idameilin and Yurimeilin thought, Lin Yun's voice had already sounded. The two people who were silent in surprise were awakened and nodded like chickens pecking at rice: "No problem, no problem..."

"Please both of you..."

Lin Yun nodded slightly, then took out a simple book with a strong aura of death, recited several mysterious characters, and then a strong spatial fluctuation rose, and a plane path appeared. Then, one mage after another walked out of the plane path.

"Magic..."

At this time, Idamerin and Yurimerin were all stunned. Only then did they understand what the young mage said was that a group of people came over. As more and more people walked out of that plane road, the two were almost stunned. With the eyes of their titled magicians, they naturally judged that all the mages who came out were magicians!

The most important thing is that these magicians give them the feeling that they are not comparable to ordinary magicians. Their aura is particularly powerful, and although they are still only first-level magicians. However, they are probably hard to find someone who can defeat them at level 5. Even if they are unbelievable, this is the truth.

In fact, Idamerin and Yurimerin from the ancestral land have not seen such special magicians, but fifty of them appeared at once, which made them a little unacceptable. At this time, their eyes were full of shock when they looked at the magicians.

These are fifty magicians...

Moreover, everyone has a combat power far exceeding the same level. Such people will be regarded as the focus of training in any force in the Northrend world. The future achievements will inevitably be above the titled magician, but now, there are fifty people appearing in a large number. It is incredible.

They even felt that even the two powerful magicians with titles had no chance to win against these magicians. Not only that, they might not be able to hold on for long and they would be completely defeated.

This is a bit scary...

You know. These people are still first-level magicians, and they are not long after they reach the level of magicians. How terrifying would it be if their level is improved step by step?

Idamerin and Yurimerin couldn't imagine it.

Although I really wanted to know the origin of these magicians, I thought about it and found that this might have been designed to be the young mage. Without asking more questions, I quickly left and arranged fifty tents to let those people settle in.

Soon, news of fifty magicians spread throughout the camp, causing a wave of turmoil.

In a dense forest not far from the camp, a black shadow flashed by and rushed to the Flame Demon Fortress at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, in the meeting hall of the Flame Fortress, there were five people sitting, the plane legion commander Thorne Merlin, and the four top leaders, namely three titled magicians and a sword saint. These people followed Thorne Merlin and fought in the Rage Flame Plan for many years, and have made great contributions to the Merlin family.

"This Mafameilin really likes to make trouble. He has only been here in the Angry Flame plane for so many ridiculous things..."

The four words passed back by the ancestral land yesterday made Thorne Merlin immersed in rage, and even did not sleep well last night. The four big words flashing golden lights appeared in his mind from time to time. He really couldn't understand why the ancestral land was so partial to Mafa Merlin.

Can the contribution Mafameilin made to the Merlin family be comparable to himself?

The answer is obviously not...

Over the years, as the supreme commander of the Angry Flame plane, I have participated in the competition again and again, seeking huge benefits for the Merlin family, and have even experienced several serious injuries and deaths.

And what about Mafamerin?

It has been more than half a year since I returned to the Meilin family. Not only has I not contributed to the Meilin family, but I am extremely arrogant and made a big fuss in the Presbyterian Church a few months ago...

"Yes, I heard that this young commander has been mobilizing troops recently to fight against Ghost Valley..."

"He is really interesting. He can even do such a ridiculous thing. If the people in the ancestral land know, they would not know what kind of expression they would have..."

Several senior officials in the conference hall immediately showed a look of contempt, obviously disdainful of Lin Yun’s behavior in the past two months.

"Haha, I didn't expect that he would have the courage to do such a thing..."

Hearing the comments from several subordinates about the young mage, his face calmed down a little, and he showed a cold smile: "It is a good thing to have courage, but you also need to be a little self-aware. With his little force, more than 500 ** divisions, it is simply a dream to take down the Ghost Valley. Even if I borrowed him fifty magicians, the result would be the same..."

He was always looking forward to the scene that the young mage led more than 500 ** divisions to formally launch an attack on the Ronghuo Tribe, and it would inevitably be a good show at that time.

However, at this moment, a trivial sound of footsteps came from outside. A middle-aged magician, with a ghost-faced expression on his face, hurriedly ran into the chamber.

"What happened?"

Thorne Merlin frowned immediately. He was naturally familiar with this middle-aged magician. This was the person he sent to monitor the more than 500 ** teachers in the ancestral land. In the past two months, he would report some of the situation there to himself almost every day.

"His Excellency Thorne, fifty magicians appeared in the camp near Ghost Valley..." The middle-aged magician gasped heavily, his face full of disbelief. He was the person hiding in the dense forest of the camp. After discovering the fifty magicians who settled in, he rushed back to the Fire Demon Fortress in a hurry.

"What did you say……"

Upon hearing this news, Thorne Merlin was stunned and stood there for more than ten seconds. That was a magician, not ten or eight, but fifty!

How could there be fifty magicians in Mafamerin?

This is unscientific...

You know, the plane legion stationed in the Flame Demon Fortress is firmly controlled by itself. Although Mafamerin is also one of the commanders, he cannot be mobilized at all. But how did those fifty magicians come from?

Could it be a magic trick...

For the first time, Thorne Merlin felt that the situation was gradually becoming out of control. Even the plane legion he controlled was very rare, with only about 200 in total. These magicians were the mainstay of the entire plane legion. There were fifty magicians on Mafamerlin, which forced him to pay attention to it.

He really couldn't feel at ease if he didn't figure out the origins of those magicians.

Moreover, he thought of something deeper. Two months ago, Mafameilin went to the Dark Moon Fortress controlled by the Black Tower and stayed for a whole morning. After asking all kinds of questions, Mafameilin did not tell him the purpose of going to the Dark Moon Fortress. At that time, although he suspected Mafameilin and secretly colluded with the people of the Black Tower, he had no evidence in his hand. As time passed, two months later, nothing was wrong during this period, so that he almost forgot about this matter.

Now, there were suddenly fifty magicians on Mafamerin's side, which immediately made him wonder if Heita gave Mafamerin's support.

If this is the case, it may be a good thing for me.

He has always been resentful of the fact that the ancestral land favored Mafameilin. He seized this opportunity to find clues about Mafameilin colluding with Heita and sent it to the ancestral land. He did not believe that the people in the ancestral land would turn a blind eye and would severely punish Mafameilin no matter what.

A family force like the Merlin family, which is maintained by blood ties, is undoubtedly loyal to the family. If the family members collude with outsiders and want to be unfavorable to the Merlin family, even if he is a member of the parliament, he will inevitably face the pursuit of the entire Merlin family.

Thinking of this, Thorne Merlin stood up, and a sneer appeared on his face. With the puzzled eyes of several subordinates, he walked out of the chamber alone, left the Flame Demon Fortress, and rushed to the Ghost Valley.

Soon, he came to the camp...

With his level 5 sword saint's strength, as soon as he arrived at the camp, he clearly realized that as the middle-aged magician said, there were fifty additional magic waves in the camp. Although he was very calm on the surface and moved his foot towards one of the barracks, he was inevitably secretly surprised. After all, there were fifty magicians...

"Haha, Magister Merlin, such a coincidence..."

Thorne Merlin strode into the barracks and saw many familiar faces inside, including Lyon Merlin Rosmelin and others. Then, his eyes fell on the young mage, and a smile appeared on his face, with a kind tone, sounding like he was greeting a friend of many years.

but……

How could he be friends with the young mage? His friends who never die are still the same...

It is absolutely impossible for the young mage to forgive the young mage just because it penetrates his son Oyemerin's magical simplicity and turns Oyemerin into a useless man.

In fact, when he said that, he was patiently enduring the anger in his heart and desperately enduring it...

There is no way. At this time, he cannot have a conflict with the young mage. If he has a big argument or takes action directly, how can he find out the origins of those magicians from the young mage's clichés?

I can only bear it...

By the time the magicians were confirmed, the support given by the Black Tower to the young mages and control the conclusive evidence, they could put the young mages to death and never have the possibility of turning over again.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face became even more sincere. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!