My magic can merge

Chapter 1 Hell Start
"Catch him, don't let him run away!"

"Master Daoud said, catch him and reward each wolf with three gold coins!"

A pack of werewolves traveled through the jungle to capture a young man in a black robe.

Hearing that there was a huge sum of three gold coins, these werewolves became more excited, and the speed of the hunt also increased significantly.

Although the group of werewolves were tired and "hahaha", they were more energetic.

Seeing the target fleeing farther and farther, a short and slightly thinner werewolf took out the short bow on his back and took out an arrow from the quiver.

"whoosh"

A sharp arrow slashed past Merck Donner's right arm, and then deeply nailed into the tree trunk in front of him.

"Grass, didn't they say to capture him alive? What if the shot misses?"

But even though he said so, his heart was still as stable as an old dog. As a mage, he had a high level of exquisite perception, and it was not difficult for him to avoid the arrows shot by these low-level werewolves.

In this lost jungle, as long as you are not careful, you will stay in this place forever.

Repeated scenes, endless woods will make people lose their sense of direction immediately.

Moreover, if the spirit attribute is not high, the lost elves' whispers will mess up the mind, leading to loss of judgment, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and eventually get lost in this jungle.

But this jungle is the map Merck was most familiar with in "Dawn" in his previous life. He can almost imprint the map of this jungle in his mind.

Not only did he discover the lair of the lost elves from here, the spoils he got from killing them allowed Merck to earn the first pot of gold in his life.

And there is also a hidden building here - the capital of the undead, the burial place of the first general Sutton under the seat of the god of the undead Krillos.

From here, Merck realized the power of death and activated the hidden professional necromancer.

Since then, he can use both death and frost magic at the same time, and he has become a master of games.

Because learning dual-element magic not only requires a very high affinity for magic, but also requires a degree of compatibility between the two elements.

Therefore, not many players learned dual-element magic in the entire game, and the number of aborigines who learned dual-element magic did not exceed three digits.

This has something to do with the small number of magicians. It is difficult to learn magic. Not only does it require magic affinity, but the cost is also extremely expensive. Only nobles can pay the price of learning magic.

Ordinary people can only advance to fighters or thieves, so most professions bow their heads when they see mages. It is not uncommon for an intermediate mage to command a group of high-level fighters.

This is also the origin of the name Faye, because Faye is about equal to nobles, and even surpasses nobles.

The reason why Merck chose the mage profession in the game is also very simple, purely to pretend to be aggressive in front of the aborigines and satisfy his vanity.

Originally, Merck was just a hardcore "Dawn" player, but when he woke up, he accidentally crossed the game world.

Since he inherited this body, the fragmentary memory carried by this body has gradually integrated into his brain.

Merk-Donner, the only son of Viscount Lucis Donner, the Sarris Empire, went out and suffered a disastrous defeat.
Relying on how hardcore players know the background of this game, he probably knows what happened.

In the star calendar year 1205, under the constant bewitchment of the second prince, the old king Hector Traore sent heavy troops to attack the werewolf tribe.

But everyone didn't know that this was a complete conspiracy, because the second prince was scratched by a werewolf while hunting in the forest, and was cursed by the priest, turning into a werewolf.

The content of the highest-level military meeting of the Sarris Empire appeared on the wolf king's table within a quarter of an hour through the transmission of the communication crystal.

The consequences can be imagined, the empire's army was ambushed and almost completely annihilated, and all the baggage it carried was seized, including fifty magic crystal heavy cannons.

After this battle, the empire's vitality was severely injured, and it could only cede land and pay compensation to become a minister in order to survive.

But the ambition of the werewolf was not satisfied with this. Three years later, the empire was led by the wolf king to attack the king's city, and finally perished.

What a hell start!

After running for a long time, Merck's vision was no longer clear, and his legs were as heavy as lead.

But he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, now the two sides are fighting for endurance!

Merck didn't run around like a headless chicken because of the werewolf's pursuit. His destination was very clear - the death swamp, where these werewolves would never dare to set foot.

"A group of idiots who usually train to steal and play tricks, but now they can't even catch up with a mage. Give me the bow!"

The strongest werewolf snatched the short bow made of hardwood, stepped on the tree trunk with his right leg, closed his left eye, and aimed at Merk.

Then, he took out an arrow from the quiver, put the tail of the arrow on the bowstring with his right hand, and pulled the full moon with his right arm.

"whoosh"

Like a poisonous snake, the sharp arrow bit towards Merck's right leg.

A strong sense of palpitation flooded Merck's heart, this is an early warning!
He hurriedly swooped sideways to the left, dodging the arrow with a dodge.

Relying on the mage's high spiritual perception, Merck once again escaped the danger.

"Damn! Let him hide again."

The strong werewolf threw his short bow to the ground and issued an order to the chasing werewolf:
"Let's go. He will surely die when he enters the death swamp. Report back to Lord Daoud that he was eaten by a crocodile in the swamp. We shouldn't be punished too severely."

Seeing the werewolf chasing team leaving in despair, the stone in Merck's heart was finally let go.

Why didn't he know that this swamp of death was a Jedi, and Merck also avoided the distribution area of ​​crocodiles by relying on the memory of his previous life, and he was still on the edge of the swamp, so he was temporarily safe.

Moreover, the crocodile in the swamp is just an appetizer, there are countless monsters, and there is even a demon with unfathomable strength who is well versed in the power of chaos and fire.

Even Merck's top account in his previous life, the bombardment of forbidden spells by dual-line mages, and the continuous summoning of the undead army, would have a [-]-[-] split with him.

Now I haven't even left Xinshou Village, once I get into trouble with this demon, I'll just light a lantern in the toilet—seeking death!
Merck found a big, thick tree, leaned his back on the trunk, sat down and began to rest. He needed to maintain sufficient physical strength to ensure that he could resist unknown dangers in this jungle.

Then, he released his mental power for dozens of meters around to ensure that he could respond immediately when danger approached.

As time passed, Merck's fatigue gradually disappeared, his vision became clearer, and the magic energy particles in his body became active.

It was dusk, and the sun had already set in the west.

The sky is like a piece of drawing paper, allowing the magic brush of sunset to sway freely on it.

The setting sun slowly disappeared from the horizon, and the surrounding light was slowly replaced by darkness.

The sun that shines on the earth for a day seems to be tired, the world gradually loses any noise, and everything gradually returns to tranquility.

"call"

Merck let out a long sigh, opened his eyes slowly, and supported the ground with both hands to prop up his body slightly.

Patting the dust and leaves on his body casually, with the afterglow of the setting sun, Merck walked towards the northwest - the capital of the undead.

(End of this chapter)