The magicians led by Timothy slowly approached the coalition camp.

According to information, there is at least the Red Robe Mage of the Ming Alliance, and it is the location of the Mage General Headquarters of the Alliance.

The defense outside the camp was quite tight. Under the dark night, the camp tent was silent, like a sleeping cemetery.

Timothy felt the magic fluctuations around him, and began walking around about 10 kilometers away, and said to the mages behind him: "I don't need to say more about the importance of this battle. It is important to remind everyone that it took hundreds of high-level mages a month to make these scrolls. If this fails, the warriors of the kingdom will have to attack forcibly without sufficient spell supplementation."

All the 7 Red Robe Mages are above level 6, and four Level 5 ** masters mainly provide necessary support. 11 people gave low responses.

Timothy lifted up the magic battle with a serious expression.

Although there were not many people on this trip, they were the backbone of the kingdom. In order to form as few people as possible and to form as powerful as possible, the treasury of the treasury was almost empty. As he said just now, the treasury had no choice but to retreat.

Timothy held up a nine-level scroll with his left hand "Summoning the Real Name" and sang slowly and accurately.

Other mages sat around and started preparing high-damage attack magic with scrolls as the core.

Two minutes later, the first real name element, "Fire", was summoned out.

The fiery red flames are almost white, and the body is more than 3 meters tall with armor that looks like substance. Due to the "real name" characteristic of level 9 magic, the flame mark representing "fire" is printed on its chest. This mark looks more lively and burns more violently on the burning fire element.

The huge elemental fluctuations made the coalition camp begin to make the noise. The shouts of officers and the hiss of mounts gathered into huge waves of sound, spreading to the surroundings like intimidation.

While the red robed mage Sand released the crystal ball, he said, "Start the attack."

The mages immediately began to chant the last spell.

The magic that had been prepared was quickly flew towards the enemy camp with the speed bonus of the scroll.

The towering flames, accompanied by thick smoke, instantly enveloped the coalition front camp.

"The second time." Sand commanded again.

At most two minutes, another row of flames rose.

The gathering of infantry of the enemy troops ended here.

Although some excellent cavalry and their mounts can still fight, the huge impact of magic, the burning of flames, and the constant consumption of oxygen make it impossible for established cavalry assaults to be achieved.

Half of the kingdom mages began to use magic to put out fires, while the higher-level priest mages took off in a hurry, hesitating in the sky, and did not dare to get down easily.

Sand thought: If there were no scrolls, the magic just now would take dozens of minutes to prepare. No wonder the previous mages advocated the powerful magic, but now the magic is always developing towards miniaturization.

The sufficient scroll material makes the mage's tactics completely different.

Another huge real name element was summoned. This time, it was a blue giant dolphin representing water. It swung its short tail and faced a somewhat cold "Sign of Water".

Joela, the 7th-level red-robed mage in charge of the coalition forces, was trembling in the air.

He is a man who has stepped into the ranks of great magicians with one foot, so he can naturally distinguish the difference between the level 9 magic "Summoning the Real Name" and the level 3 magic element summoning.

Although they are all 3-meter-high large elemental elves, the level 9 goods are very perverted.

Joyla has only seen this kind of thing in the mage record. Now she has witnessed it with her own eyes. In addition to a slight fear, she is a little happy. She wants the other party to summon the last real name and take a look.

Of course, he can't really do that.

After thinking for a few dozen seconds, Joela ordered: "I suggest that the generals evacuate, the great magician is here."

"Timoth level 10 magician?" The gathered magicians were astonished as if they saw a rabbit eating a tiger.

There are only 4 great magicians on the entire continent, and the terror coefficient can be imagined.

His deputy flew down in a hurry and persuaded the generals to evacuate the important camp.

Joela was not too worried. He thought for a while and said first: "Rise the flag and let all the Red Robes and ** divisions gather here. The cavalry continues to attack, and must constantly consume the opponent's magic. There is no need to be too many people, just over a hundred people at a time."

The instructions were passed on in an instant, and the communication channels between the mages were relatively smooth.

Seeing the people around him being frightened, Joyla laughed and said, "Don't worry, although Timothy came in person, as long as we deal with it properly, the losses caused will be at most about ten thousand people. If we are lucky, leave Timothy, and the Kingdom of Sanchio will be settled in one go, and the war will end. Even if we kill two or three red robes on the other side, the situation will change, which is a chance for us."

After saying that, he snorted again, "If a great magician can end the war, who dares to attack the Kingdom of Saint Chio?"

Joyla forgot that four years ago, no country on the mainland dared to attack the Kingdom of Sanchio.

A mage stammered: "Timo...Mosey, you are... releasing the real name spell."

The real name spell is a general term for spells above level 8.

That means that the summoned elements have real names, usually referring to the crystallization of pure magic net's original power, which is undefensible to ordinary magic.

Joela snorted and said, "It's the real name summoning of level 9. I don't know what he is summoning, but..."

He said confidently: "Even if he is a great magician, he will need at least one or two hours to complete the summoning of his real name. [Note: translation, time unity, we just trapped him."

In a moment, six red robed wizards and more than ten ** masters came to Joyla.

The mages of higher levels all have similar judgments and are very excited.

Someone shouted directly: "San Qio can't hold on anymore, this is their last struggle."

It was still the stuttering mage, and he asked with great difficulty: "Qi Element... Su was summoned, is it okay to come... it's okay?"

"I really don't know how you think you are this mage." A mage, who is big and three times wider than others, said anxiously: "Will you get stuck when you sing?"

"Ha... when singing, no, no." The more anxious the mage stuttered.

Joela's head swelled: "What element of gas?"

He took out an alchemy product he made himself, looked carefully into the distance.

It was indeed a Qi element, and the transparent white body, if you didn't observe carefully, it was hidden under the fluctuations of the other two elemental creatures.

Joela looked at the stuttering master with a brief look, but he was not in a good mood now.

"Isn't it a real name summoning?" He thought with extreme doubt. How could he summon the third element in less than a few minutes? That would take only 30 minutes for the entire level 9 spell?"

Tengran, he thought of a possibility and immediately released a detection spell.

This is a level 4 detection technique, which allows you to see the detailed communication situation of Magic Network, and the answers you get are exactly what Joela wants the least.

After 10 seconds of making up his mind, Joela said coldly: "It's a level 9 reel."

A sound of gasping in the air.

No one would doubt his judgment, no one would like such judgment.

"what to do?"

"The whole army will evacuate." Joela looked at the camp below and said, "There are 20 minutes left to take away what can be taken away, and the wounded will evacuate first. It is worth wasting a scroll of them."

In fact, it is definitely not worth it, but the level 9 scrolls of each kingdom are limited, and they are obtained and preserved by chance by hundreds or even thousands of years. During the war, one is used up and one less, which is rarer than war materials such as food.

Without Chen Yi, Timothydo had only three level 9 reels, which was the most in the surrounding countries.

The red robes no longer hesitated and left one after another, forcing the generals to leave.

Sand always paid attention to the enemy camp opposite. Seeing that the magic fluctuations were getting smaller and smaller, his nervous expression gradually became stronger.

He half admired and half teased, "The coalition will definitely regret today's decision."

Timothy did not say a word and completed the summoning of the element with peace of mind.

The four real names elements are arranged in the left and right, and they look serious. They are bored looking for eye caress, not knowing where the opponent is.

A circle of bright marks appeared on the ground. The 4 focal points were exactly on the 4 real names elements.

As Timothy's chanting accelerated, the bright marks on the ground penetrated into the sky.

The real name marks of the four real name elements are becoming more and more lively.

The mages around him stopped attacking spells.

And in the distance, Joela, who was evacuating, felt relieved.

It's a real level 9 reel.

Giving up a camp because of the level 9 magic scroll is not a loss. As the wealthy man in the Principality of Saipoga, there is only one level 9 scroll left, so how can I bear to use it in the invasion war? That is the last front of the kingdom.

A fire dragon soared into the sky and swallowed the four real names elements in the mark completely.

And its body, which is more than 10 meters long, continues to expand.

1000 meters.

2000 meters.

5000 meters.

10,000 meters.

Without any movement, just the length of the body, the head of the Fire Dragon had already arrived above the coalition camp.

A breath of 2,000 meters long made the center of the wooden camp become scorched earth.

The Fire Dragon took a deep breath again.

Under the action of high temperature, the inert gas that should not have been burned began to undergo abnormal changes.

After several dozen seconds, the second breath produced greater destructive power.

All magic defenses in the camp have lost their effect.

Looking at this scene, Joela disguised herself as she said to the other red robes: "Summon the fire dragon, it takes about 20 minutes, prepare to set off. We want them to repay our losses with blood. I will use the head of the great magician to make a magic container."
To be continued...