Yes, the scrap iron and heavy armor links were all broken, and the pieces of parts also turned into twisted metal sheets with bumpy surfaces...

Lin Yun looked coldly at Darryl, who had been scrapped and had flesh and blood on the ground, raised the dragon's staff again.

Of course he wouldn't tell Daryl that this spell can be said to be his hard work over the past period of time.

The hard bluestone will be penetrated by drops and those seemingly weak water droplets. The truth contained in it is not just persistence.

The place where every water drop hits is in the same position, and the speed and angle of each water drop are completely understood.

Even the power of each drop of water drops, the interval and frequency between each other are exactly the same.

In the tiny power, there are mystery hidden deep in it. These extremely complex mystery are the real power.

Among all the elemental incarnations, the one that is least valued is the water element incarnation. Even in the four elements of earth, fire, water and wind, the status of the water element has long been replaced by frost elements.

As one of the four elements, how could it be so weak? How could it be that there are only some spells with a weak healing effect? ​​Even some attack spells are the weakest among the spells of the same level?

This is impossible...

In the future, there will be a powerful man of heaven who specializes in water-based spells. Every time he casts a spell, it is like a big hole in the sky. The broken huge wave stretches thousands of meters high. With one impact, it can completely destroy the environment of more than ten kilometers.

When the plane conquers, it will even be restricted from casting spells. Because as long as he takes action, the entire plane will be destroyed in a mess...

That terrifying tsunami wave can destroy everything you encounter indiscriminately in the shortest time...

However, this kind of spell is at least level eight or above. Under the heavenly level, there are no powerful water-based spells...

Lin Yun felt that this would not be the case. Then, after several months of precipitation, he studied a large number of spells and spells in the Book of Ten Thousand Spells, and Lin Yun created this spell himself.

Rain water line!

Every drop of water contains terrible power, and the impact of each drop of water is equivalent to a first- and second-level spell.

The distance between each drop of water is completely understood, and the power, angle, and frequency contained are all exactly the same.

In one second, this water droplet connected to a waterline will impact at least hundreds or thousands of times!

The simplest principle of water dropping through a stone, Lin Yun felt shocked by the magic contained in it.

Now, Daryl has become the first experimenter of this spell...

He was the hard rock, but was shattered by the weakest droplets of water.

Darryl looked dull and didn't understand how this happened. The proud heavy armor hit him into pieces, and his powerful body became bloody and bloody. His whole body was filled with burning pain. When he was breathing, he could hear blood rolling in his lungs. There seemed to be endless flames in his body impacting wildly.

Lin Yun raised the dragon's staff again with a cold face...

On the other hand, Droy had already reported the recent incident to the King of the Caucasus. After coming out, he found that Daril was missing...

Droy's face changed slightly and he hurriedly walked out of the tent.

"Where is the commander of the Darryl Legion?"

Droy grabbed the collar of the guard guard outside the door with a little anxiety and asked anxiously.

The guard's face turned pale. For the first time, I saw Droy's anxious state, and even on the verge of furiousness. I still don't understand that something seems to be a big problem.

"The Legion Commander went out alone...out..."

Droy's face instantly became very ugly, and his eyes were a little angry.

Damn bastard, Darryl, the complete idiot, actually went out again. Doesn't this idiot know how much significance Mafamerin has to us Caucasian combat mages?

This guy actually forgot my previous order. Is it so easy to kill Mafamerin?

In the previous battle, didn’t this idiot realize that Mafameilin’s combat power is definitely comparable to a powerful ninth-level title-sealed magician?

Moreover, according to the character of the Auckland mage, he would never use all his strength during the battle. The magic power of that Mafamerin was huge and steady, and his level could no longer be determined by the ordinary titled magician, and even a faint mysterious aura on his body.

This aura can only be felt by some top titled magicians. Heron of the Black Tower, the Star Sage of the Cloud Tower, and Mafameilin's strength are not much different even if they are not as good as these two people.

Moreover, looking at the state of Mafamerin's battle, his knowledge is more than profound, and his rune reserves are definitely several times more than ordinary titled magicians, and his magic power is even more incredible.

How could this kind of strength be so easy to defeat?

Didn't this idiot, Darryl, forget that battle with Herron? Don't you know that these Auckland mages are best at hiding their weaknesses?

Damn bastard, don’t you know that it’s easy to defeat Mafamerin, and it’s even more difficult to kill him. This time, he offended Mafamerin miserably.

If King Cristo knew about this, I wonder how angry he would be. Does this idiot, Daryl, want to face King Cristo's anger?

The king had just ordered to obtain information from Mafameilin at all costs, and this guy did it.

I didn’t understand the last contact that it was almost impossible to threaten Mafamerin to say the news?

Is he going to start a war with Auckland? A damn idiot, even if he starts a war, he may not be able to say anything about Mafamerin.

I finally eased my relationship with Mafameilin, so he told me some useful news. If I were showing kindness, Mafameilin would always tell what he knew.

This was all right away, all my previous efforts were scrapped...

Droy rushed out of the camp in a hurry and rushed towards the Storm Fortress, hoping to stop Daryl, the idiot, before any unwise moves were made by him.

Halfway through, Droy suddenly stopped and looked at the Poison Mist Valley and Storm Fortress in the distance.

No. Although this guy Darryl is a little stupid, he is still a little brainy. In the Storm Fortress, it is basically impossible to let go of his hands and feet to fight. There, as long as he goes too far, the Oakland mages will never stand by and watch. It is absolutely possible to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Darryl, the idiot.

Then there is only the Poison Mist Valley left here, and no one may disturb you. If the fight starts, it will definitely be in Poison Mist Valley...

If it is not in the Poison Mist Valley, then there will definitely be no fight. Yes, go there first...

Droyi rushed into the Poison Mist Valley in a breeze and immediately felt the surging magic fluctuations in the distance. Feeling this magic fluctuations, Droyi's face suddenly changed. Any magic apprentice knew that this magic fluctuations were like boiling must be because the two strong men were fighting.

Apart from the Caucasian combat mage, the only one who can fight in the Poison Mist Valley is Mafamerin, who is not affected by the Poison Mist...

Thinking of this, Droyi could no longer hold it back. The powerful magic power burst out instantly, and lightning was filled with lightning like a swimming snake, like a powerful arrow. He ran towards the depths of the Poison Misty Valley at a rapid speed.

From a distance, Droy saw Darryl lying on the ground with blood and flesh. Her heavy armor was broken, and Lin Yun stood not far away. Holding the dragon staff, dazzling lights turned into horses and surrounded the dragon staff.

Seeing this scene, Droy's face turned pale.

How is this possible? How long has it been, how long has it been, Daryl has been out, and has been defeated, and not only has it been defeated, but it is still so miserable that the heavy armor has been smashed to pieces...

Darryl is a high-level Esso combat mage at the level of the ninth-level titled magician. Under the sky level, someone may be able to defeat him, but no one will be able to kill him...

Is this Mafamerin so strong? He can actually beat Daryl seriously and cannot even escape...

"His Excellency Mafameilin, please show mercy..."

Before the person arrived, Droy began to shout in horror. He could see that the other party was not only scaring Daryl, but was really ready to kill Daryl, kill the commander of the Caucasian combat mage, and a powerful Caucasian combat mage at the level of the ninth-level titled magician!

Lin Yun frowned slightly, looking at Droy who turned into a flash of lightning in the distance and flew towards him quickly.

And after a pause, Droy had turned into a lightning bolt and appeared beside Darryl, who had fallen to the ground with serious injury.

"Are you going to stop me? Your Excellency Deroy."

Lin Yun frowned and looked at Droy who was facing a great enemy.

Droy smiled bitterly, looking at Daryl, who looked dull beside him, naturally knew what had happened just now. This young and overly young man could no longer be measured by the standards of the Auckland mage.

Even the existence of Star Sage and Heron may not be used to measure the young commander of the Merlin family in front of you...

He naturally knew exactly what Daryl's strength was. When facing the Auckland Mage, Daryl would never have no chance to escape from the person under the Heavenly Level. Such a serious injury has never seen Droy for so many years.

Looking at the heavy armor fragments scattered all over the ground around him, Droy felt chills in his heart and cold sweat began to drip down.

That is the heavy armor unique to the Caucasian combat mage. It is terrifyingly strong in defense against spells. For low-level spells, you can't leave any marks on this heavy armor. Only spells above level four or five can leave a trace of burnt...

But now, this heavy armor that the Caucasian combat mage is proud of has broken into pieces...

At this time, how could it be possible to continue to provoke the terrifying young title-secret magician in front of him...

Droy put away the staff in his hand, spread his hands, and even dissipated the magic power on his body, indicating that he had no malice and would not resist at all. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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