"Monsters! There are monsters! "Outside the city of Soth, the routs were hiding everywhere in horror, and there were still the remnants of the Rock Empire on the road that were densely retreating, and some of them even had traces of smoke and fire on their faces.

A soldier grabbed the sleeve of an old man passing by, shook it desperately, pointed to the city of Soth in the distance, and shouted loudly.

The old man nodded, then shook his head again, and asked kindly, "Where are the monsters?" Why didn't I see it? ”

"You didn't see that? It's a fire-breathing, fire-breathing monster everywhere! Someone rode that monster and burned all the ballistae on the wall! The soldier glanced at the old man, gritted his teeth, and continued to point to the smoke-emitting city in the distance, and emphasized loudly.

"Yes! Get out of here! Those monsters may be coming over soon! It's coming! Another soldier said to the old man as he passed by, holding a companion who appeared to be wounded.

"Oh, you said that, I saw it." The old man nodded, smiled and continued, "But it's not a monster. ”

"Not? Not a monster? The soldier holding the sleeve of the old man's coat was stunned for a moment, and then realized a serious problem, the old man was wearing clothes that seemed to be different from theirs.

It was a very large robe, and it was embroidered with a very nice pattern. The old man's face showed a kind smile, and his face seemed to be filled with an ethereal aura.

It's like, it's like an immortal—if it weren't for the fact that the old man was a foreigner, he might be even more like an immortal of the Huaxia clan.

"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 them, you can't escape and stand here at this moment. ”

Marven flew all the way here, because he flew alone, so the target was small, and taking advantage of the chaos of the dragon knight's attack on the city, no one found out that he had crossed the defense line and came here.

He stood on the side of the road, watching with interest the soldiers who had been driven away, hurriing past his face.

Then, finally, someone spoke to him, which made Marvin, who had just learned the local language, find it very interesting.

"In our world, that thing is called ...... Dragon Knight ......" Marven chose it, and it was in the vocabulary of the locals? A word close to the dragon was chosen. Not particularly accurate, though? But it can also make the locals understand what he says.

"Wizards can harness wurms? Soar through the skies and fight...... However, that was pretty much the old thing, and now, the dragon knights are no longer all over the sky, and they are no longer glorious. "Speaking of which? Marven sighed with emotion.

Memories just now? It reminded Marven of the glorious moment of the magician. At that time? The mages of the entire world are powerful beings, they control the entire world, and represent the most powerful power in that world.

But? Later, with the rise of the Iran Hill Empire, the splendor of the magician was replaced by the splendor of magical technology.

"You! You...... You're in the same league as those monsters! The soldier subconsciously let go of the hand that grabbed Marven's cuff? Two steps back? And then suddenly from their own waist? He drew his sword.

Marven was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face did not change. He spread out his hands, made an innocent gesture, and asked, "What?" Are you going to do something to an old man like me, who is harmless to animals? ”

God is so harmless to humans and animals, no matter how weak Marven is, he is also a magician in the true sense. Moreover, when it comes to his magic cultivation, he can definitely be regarded as a powerful existence at the level of the Law Saint.

In a sense, this old man standing on the side of the road, looking weak, is a lot more threatening than the 60 dragon knights who attacked the city combined.

The soldier, as well as his companions, were obviously mistaken, and he felt that the old man in front of him, who looked weak, seemed to be a non-threatening existence.

If they can take out an enemy, they can be promoted. At such a moment of rout, being able to counter-kill an enemy is obviously a record worth boasting about.

So, the soldier who was supporting the wounded also put down the soldier he was supporting, and together with several other soldiers, drew the long sword at his waist.

"Let's go together!" The soldier who drew his sword first clenched the hilt of his sword and took a step forward as he stared at the gorgeously dressed old man in front of him.

Marven 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, seemed to be in vain.

In order to communicate with the other party properly, he coughed, changed his warning tone, and said, "You'd better not choose to do anything to me...... It's a very stupid ......"

Before he could finish speaking, one of the other party's long swords slashed down at his face, and the movement was not very fast, but at least it looked very imposing.

Marven avoided the oncoming long sword, then grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the opponent's chest, frowned and scolded: "Don't come here!" Otherwise, I'm going to do it! ”

Although he said a real warning, in the eyes of those soldiers, it was a complete infighting.

With malicious smiles on their faces, those soldiers gathered around step by step, as if they regarded Marven as a soft persimmon and were ready to pinch it well.

And at this moment, Marven no longer plans to use flying magic to distance himself, because he is not a shriveled old man with a good temper.

If it weren't for the extreme power of Iran Hill, if it weren't for the new future and earth-destroying power brought about by science and technology, which magician would be a good-natured fish belly?

Marven, who was already angry, suddenly bloomed with a magic array with inscriptions in his hands, and at the same time as the magic array shone brightly, the soldiers of the Rock Empire who were preparing to attack felt a wave of heat rushing towards their faces.

The next second, the captured soldier saw that his wrist was being melted by the flames, and the armor on his chest was beginning to twist and deform from the heat.

The long sword fell out of his hand, stuck on the ground and shook slightly. What is frightening is that there is a bloody hand on the hilt of the sword.