The First Mage

Even if you want to analyze, there is no material to analyze.

Now, the elf emperor's face became gloomy: "Let those who escaped see me immediately!"

Soon, three elves came to the main hall, knelt down in the middle of the main hall, and said nervously: "Greetings Your Majesty, your glory is eternal, your name is glorious..."

But now, the elf emperor was obviously not in the mood to listen to the other party complete that set of cumbersome etiquette.

"What did you see, tell me every word."

...

While talking about Lynch in the Elf Palace, Lynch was in the battleship, flipping through the spoils seized from the Elf King's treasury.

It's just that Lynch really doesn't know what to say now. In the world of Anriel, if you can capture the lifelong possession of a swan, then congratulations, you will reach the pinnacle of your life from now on.

Magic tools, minerals, magic notes, out-of-print magic resources.

Anyway, everything is available.

But here...

Well, there are many out-of-print ones too.

But the question is what are these out of print?

Elvish poems, statues, paintings,

Well, the oil painting is indeed not bad, it contains the spiritual world of a heavenly rank, and immersing in it can bring people a lot of benefits.

But the problem is that Lynch doesn't need it either.

There are really not many magical resources that can make Lynch look good...

And just during the battle just now, Lynch was also surprised by the strength of the elf king.

Although he is already a heavenly rank, his combat experience is pitiful. It is not an exaggeration to say that even if Meng Qi is asked to face the Elf King, the winning rate is stable.

Lynch originally thought that the third son of His Majesty the Emperor should have some unique skills.

Who knows that I really think too much...

It seems that these elves not only lost their fighting spirit at the lower level, but even the higher level possessed that rare talent, and they didn't know how to cherish it, so they just let themselves down.

He just talks about the glory of his ancestors every day, but in fact, he is immersed in the so-called art every day.

time wasted...

Now, Lynch saw a large number of artworks in the treasure house, so he didn't want to say anything. In the end, Lynch didn't touch the elf king's treasure house, but just took some of the history books as a reference, and then Driving the mana battleship, he continued to move forward.

Unsurprisingly, during the next trip, the elves were still unwilling to be conquered, and several elf cities formed a coalition to block the way.

In their eyes, these elves may have formed a huge coalition army, but unfortunately compared with the elf king's army in front, they are just small shrimps.

Lynch didn't even make a move, but let the silver griffin make a move, and everything was wiped out.

The battles that followed one after another, for this mana battleship, can only be described as unscathed.

In this way, when gradually entering the hinterland of the Elven Empire, a serious opponent finally appeared.

One of the core executives of the Elf Empire, the younger brother of the Elf Emperor, the Great Elf King, Frank the Windtalker.

When the Great Elf King was galloping through the void, Lynch also came out of the battleship, stood in the void, and blocked the Great Elf King.

Carl looked at Lynch coldly and said, "I am here to receive His Majesty Srig's letter by His Majesty's order."

Lynch took a look at him and knew that this Great Elf King was really extraordinary.

It has already faintly broken through the realm of heaven, and it is only one step away from itself.

It can even be said to be half a step away.

It seems that no matter how comfortable the elves are, their ancient inheritance and amazing talents still give them a chance to emerge as strong men above the heavenly ranks.

"Wait until I see your Majesty."

"Step over my corpse, and you will naturally see His Majesty."

"Hehe, there's still a bit of blood."

Lynch smiled, and then he saw Frank and stopped talking. He held the wand tightly in his hand, and an astonishing wave of magic radiated out, covering a radius of hundreds of miles in an instant.

This aura needs a certain realm to feel, if a heavenly rank is here, I am afraid that it has already been locked by the great elf king, and they will not feel it at all.

This battle went quickly.

The Great Elf King simply held his wand, but suddenly there was a gust of wind howling around, and Lynch was gathered in the center. There are hurricanes, and each hurricane seems to be composed of countless blades.

This time, it was like hundreds of meat grinders started at the same time.

Everything in the sky and on the earth was swept into powder by the strong wind.

However, there was only a crisp sound after that...

The countless gusts of wind, as if hitting some invisible wall, stopped a hundred meters in front of Lynch.

Then, like a mud cow entering the sea, it appeared silently.

Lynch didn't make any moves from the beginning to the end, but seeing this scene, the Great Elf King's face changed: "Control the rules? How can you master the rules of the eternal plane so quickly? It's impossible!"

"It's all about knowing everything..."

Lynch smiled. In fact, even before, Lynch had only mastered the rules of Anriel's world. When he came to a new world, he had to adapt again.

But Lynch is extremely adaptable...

In the moment of stepping on the eternal plane, he began to analyze the rules. This may be inconceivable to the elves, but it is completely natural for humans who have fought on the battlefield for tens of thousands of years. .

Every time you set foot on a plane, you naturally have to quickly adapt to the special features of this plane, and then plan to target it.

Even if Lynch becomes an existence above the heavenly ranks, he is only following this rule.

But these pampered elves don't seem to understand this sense of urgency.

Seeing Lynch blocking his gust, the Great Elf King immediately retreated without hesitation, and then the whole person turned into elements directly, splitting into countless split winds in the air, and the whole person disappeared in the air.

But every gust of wind is part of him.

Surrounding Lynch is a lot of indiscriminate bombing.

But Lynch was calm and freehand from the beginning to the end, waving his wand again and again in the wind like a meat grinder, one after another spell should be extremely delicate, colliding with the wind of the wind whisperer incarnate one after another.