"Magic Energy, Extreme Ice Finger!"
Looking at the large words written in the Morta script on the book, Merlin felt a sense of inexplicable shock, as if those glittering golden characters had come "alive".
"What is magic energy? Could it be a spell?"
Merlin knitted his brows. He had no idea what magic energy was, and he had never even heard of the name within the Dark Spirit Domain.
Just as Merlin wanted to continue reading the next page of the book, the sound of rhythmic hooves rang out from ahead, followed by a torrent of black figures that reached Merlin's front. It was Old Wilson and his heavy armored knights.
"Merlin, how are you?"
Old Wilson rapidly approached Merlin, looking him up and down.
Merlin put away the book, gently shook his head, and said, "Father, I'm fine. Right, how are Count Sailin and the others?"
Old Wilson glanced at the few corpses on the ground, knowing that these corpses in life were all powerful spellcasters, yet they had now been killed by Merlin. He felt a trace of astonishment as well, unsure just what kind of level Merlin's current strength had reached.
"Count Sailin is commanding the army, exploiting our victory to pursue the routed forces of the Lebis City-State. Furthermore, it seems he also wants to take advantage of this opportunity to annex the entire Lebis City-State in one fell swoop."
Old Wilson glanced at the many soldiers still fighting in the distance. He had guessed Count Sailin's intentions pretty accurately.
This time, Longadi had poured out virtually his entire nest, bringing almost all the soldiers he could mobilize to this place. Following this disastrous defeat, the soldiers who could make it back to the Lebis City-State alive were probably few and far between, completely incapable of