"Monsters! There are monsters!" Outside the city of Soth, the defeated troops were hiding in shock. On the road, there were densely packed retreating defeated soldiers of the Rock Empire. Some even had traces of smoke burnt on their faces.
A soldier grabbed the sleeve of an old man passing by, shook it desperately, pointed at the city of Sos in the distance, and shouted loudly.
The old man nodded, then shook his head, and asked kindly: "Where is the monster? Why didn't I see it?"
"Didn't you see? That fire-breathing monster, that fire-breathing monster everywhere! Someone rode that monster and burned all the ballistas on the city wall!" The soldier glanced at the old man, gritted his teeth and continued to point in the distance. He emphasized loudly in the city where smoke was rising.
"Yes! Get out of here quickly! Those monsters may be coming soon! They are coming!" Another soldier supported a companion who seemed to be injured and said to the old man as he passed by.
"Oh, you said that, I saw it." The old man nodded and continued with a smile: "But that's not a monster."
"No? Not a monster?" The soldier who grabbed the old man's sleeve was stunned for a moment, and then he realized a serious problem. The clothes the old man was wearing seemed different from their clothes.
It was a very large robe with a very beautiful pattern embroidered on it. A kind smile appeared on the old man's face, and his face seemed to be filled with an ethereal aura.
It's like, just like an immortal - if this old man hadn't been a foreigner, he might have looked more like a Chinese immortal.
"Yes, that's not a monster." The old man nodded, looked at the soldier and said: "Even, they are not here to kill you. If they want to kill you, it is impossible for you to escape at this moment and stand still. Here.”
Marvin flew all the way here. Because he was flying alone, his target was very small. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the Dragon Knight's attack on the city, no one noticed that he had crossed the defense line and arrived here.
He stood on the side of the road, watching with interest the soldiers being driven away, hurriedly passing in front of him.
Then, someone finally spoke to him, which made Ma Wen, who had just learned the local language, find it very interesting.
"In our world, that thing is called...Dragon Knight..." Ma Wen chose a word that was close to dragon in the local vocabulary. Although it is not particularly accurate, it can still be heard by the locals. I understand what he said.
"Magicians can control dragons and fly and fight in the sky... However, that is almost a thing of the past. Now, dragon knights are no longer everywhere in the sky, and they are no longer glorious." At this point, Marvin He sighed with emotion.
The memory just now reminded Marvin of the glorious moment of magicians. At that time, magicians in the entire world were powerful beings. They controlled the entire world and represented the most powerful force in that world.
However, later, with the rise of the Elanshir Empire, the glory of magicians was replaced by the glory of magic technology.
"You! You...you are in the same group with those monsters!" The soldier subconsciously loosened his grip on Marvin's sleeves, took two steps back, and then suddenly pulled out his hand from his waist. Long sword.
Marvin was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face did not change. He spread his hands, made an innocent gesture, and asked: "What? Are you going to do something to me, an old man who is harmless to humans and animals?"
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Gods are harmless to humans and animals. No matter how weak Marvin is, he is still a magician in the true sense. Moreover, when it comes to his magic skills, he is definitely a powerful being at the level of a magic saint.
In a sense, the threat value of this frail old man standing on the roadside was much higher than that of the 60 dragon knights who attacked the city combined.
The soldier and his companions were obviously mistaken. He felt that the weak-looking old man in front of him seemed to pose no threat.
If they can kill an enemy, they can claim credit and be promoted. At such a moment of defeat, being able to kill an enemy back is obviously a feat worth bragging about.
As a result, the soldier who was supporting the wounded also put down the soldier he was supporting, and together with several other soldiers, drew out the long sword from his waist.
"Everyone, come together!" The soldier who was the first to draw his sword clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, stared at the gorgeously dressed old man in front of him, and took a step forward.
Marvin shook his head helplessly. It seemed that his plan to find some people to talk to and then ask where the commander or person in charge of the other party was was going to fail.
In order to have a good communication with the other party, he coughed, changed his tone of warning, and said: "You'd better not choose to attack me... This is a very stupid thing..."
Before he could finish his words, the other party slashed his face with a long sword. The movement was not very fast, but at least it looked very powerful.
Marvin avoided the long sword coming towards him, then grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand and pressed the opponent's chest with the other hand. He frowned and scolded: "Don't come over here! Otherwise, I will
It’s time to take action!”
Although what he said was a real warning, in the eyes of those soldiers, he was downright stern.
The soldiers had malicious smiles on their faces and gathered around him step by step. They seemed to regard Marvin as a soft persimmon and were ready to pinch him.
At this moment, Marvin no longer intends to use flying magic to distance himself, because he is not a wizened old man with a good temper.
If he hadn't faced the extremely powerful power of Elan Hill, if he hadn't seen the brand-new future and the devastating power brought about by science and technology, which magician would be such a good-tempered person?
Marvin, who was already angry, suddenly bloomed a magic circle with inscriptions on his hands. While the magic circle was shining, the soldiers of the Rock Empire who were preparing to attack felt a wave of heat coming towards their faces.
The next second, the captured soldier saw his wrists being melted by the flames, and the armor on his chest began to twist and deform due to the heat.
The long sword fell from his hand and was stuck on the ground, shaking slightly. What was frightening was that there was a bloody hand on the sword hilt.