The First Mage

It can only be said that Lynch's spellcasting speed has far reached an unimaginable level for ordinary mages.

Immediately, they looked at Lynch with a hint of shock and a little bit of fear and fear, especially those friends of Yorkson, who secretly gasped, and then took a deep look at Yorkson over there. Xun, it was only at this time that they realized clearly that perhaps, what Yorkson said before was really not trying to elevate Mafa Merlin deliberately, but that this young mage was really powerful...

"How could it be?" Looking at the other young mage, he ran over to help Aesop. Corleone stood there in a daze, unable to react. Originally, in his imagination, even if Aesop really wasn't Mafa Merlin's opponent, however, could at least wear down Mafa Merlin's physical strength.

Moreover, with Aesop's fighting methods, there might be a chance to injure Mafa Merlin.

At least it never occurred to him that it was just a simple Pyroblast technique, Mafa Merlin defeated Aesop so simply, this scene was beyond his imagination, and Corleone had no reaction at all. don't come...

How can this guy be so powerful...

Although Corleone has not really fought against Lynch until now, judging from the astonishing speed of casting spells just now, even if he did it himself, it is estimated that his end will be similar to that of Aesop...

The strength of the opponent is simply crushing...

In such a situation, how do you fight him?

Although it is true that I am one level higher than Mafa Merlin, and I am now a second-level archmage, but after seeing Mafa Merlin's fighting style, to be honest, Corleone really feels a little guilty now...

"How about it, it's your turn next?" But at this moment, Lynch's voice rang from Corleone's ears. Obviously, he saw that Corleone hadn't responded for a long time, so Lynch has been waiting impatiently...

"This..." Corleone looked at Aesop who had fainted, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how to answer Lynch's words for a while. After all, the wound on Aesop's body that was blasted by the Pyroblast technique was not Just kidding, it's like rolling through the flames, and you can even smell a burnt smell. Under such circumstances, Corleone really doesn't know whether he should duel with Mafa Merlin...

"You sent Aesop up to challenge me, didn't you want to waste my physical strength? You succeeded, and now my physical strength and magic power have been consumed. If you challenge me now, you will definitely have a great advantage. Seeing that Corleone was silent, Lynch couldn't help saying something with a half-smile.

"..." When Corleone heard Lynch's words, his face was covered with black lines. What kind of shit is wasting your energy? To be honest, he sent Aesop up, although he did have this in mind at the beginning, but what is more embarrassing is that Aesop was directly defeated.

As for Mafa Merlin, he simply released a Pyroblast, and how much mana can a Pyroblast consume? It can be said that Aesop didn't even wear off his magical power, so Mafa Merlin's words at this time were obviously mocking him...

If it had been placed when he first came here, Corleone would have taunted him back long ago, and would never have given Mafa Merlin the chance to taunt him, but now that Aesop's warning is in front of him, he really dare not take it lightly. Talk back to Lynch, otherwise, what if this first-level archmage forces his hand?

"Unexpectedly, a Pyroblast technique scares you like this..." Perrin in the distance gave Corleone a disdainful look. He thought that this archmage should still have a bit of backbone, but unexpectedly, he simply fired The explosion technique made him afraid to even speak. Perrin looked down on such a person...

And Yorkson over there looked at Corleone even more contemptuously. I believe this guy should have realized how powerful Mafa Merlin is by now. This is not an existence he can provoke at all, let alone a second-level archmage. Even if it is a ninth-level mage, it doesn't have the strength to defeat Mafa Merlin.

I have repeated this countless times before, but no one believed it. Now that it’s all right, I was slapped in the face... Now he seems to see that Corleone’s face is as red as a monkey’s butt...

"By the way, Mafa Merlin, I remember who he is." At this moment, Corleone, who had been silent all this time, suddenly widened his eyes as if remembering something, and looked at him like a ghost. Looking at Lynch: "Damn it, you are the former second person in charge of the Silver Plane, that Mafa Merlin?"

"That's right, it's him." Yorkson replied directly.

Although Corleone didn't set his eyes on Yorkson, he still heard what Yorkson said clearly. When he heard the accurate answer from Yorkson, Corleone was dumbfounded.

No wonder he thought the name Mafa Merlin was so familiar before, but he couldn't remember why it was so familiar for a while. Only now did he realize that this is the youngest person in charge of the plane in the history of the Royal Academy of Magic...

For a moment, Corleone's body trembled suddenly. Damn it, he was crazy. Who is wrong to challenge? He actually came to challenge Mafa Merlin? No, he actually dared to mock Mafa Merlin? This is simply courting death...

Although he is a pioneering mage and a second-level archmage, he is still far behind a person in charge of the plane. Moreover, the problem is that if others can become the person in charge of the plane, that is his. His strength has already been affirmed by the council. Under such circumstances, he is simply impatient to challenge him, but he has not been affirmed by the council...

Thinking of this, Corleone almost had the urge to cry. If he had known that this was Mafa Merlin, he shouldn't have provoked him anymore... But now, it's too late to regret it. After all, he seems to be in the eyes of others. Left a bad impression...

"Mafa Merlin, so it's him?" Accompanied by Yorkson's voice, the eyes of the remaining young mage, that is, the one supporting Aesop, suddenly shrank. He only felt a toothache at the moment. , Damn, what kind of person did they provoke this time...

To actually come here to provoke this kind of existence that they can't afford to provoke at all...