I dominate the magic world by farming

The news of the caravan was like a stone dropped into a calm water, creating ripples and spreading to every corner of the East Continent.

The Netherworld.

The dense, gloomy forest was silent.

An ancient castle stood tall in the gloomy and dark environment, looking particularly terrifying.

The view sank, and the forest was covered with dense shadows, which were an endless group of corpses.

There were monsters, elves, humans, orcs, and all kinds of evil corpses.

The strength of corpses was also different. Before being transformed, they were the corpses of knights or magicians, and their strength was far superior to other ordinary corpses.

The number was so large that it was not just tens of millions, but over 100 million.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew low, making a slight noise, and finally sank into the castle.

Inside the castle, it was spacious and dark, with densely packed blood-red figures with bright red wings. The blood vessels on the wings were clearly visible, and the dark red blood was surging, bloody and brutal.

Each figure exuded a strong and ominous aura.

A figure walked out of the castle, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Although they were of the same kind, the feeling of being stared at was still suffocating.

Passing through the blood ghosts, he slowly came to the front of the platform.

On the platform stood an exquisite and only chair, with nothing else beside it, revealing a sense of loneliness and arrogance.

A figure sat lazily on the chair, wearing a black robe, and his face was hidden under the black robe.

"Your Majesty, a caravan from the Western Continent has come to the Eastern Continent!"

The figure on the chair moved his head slightly, and under the dark black robe, there was a pair of blood-red, sinister eyes hidden.

"Have you found out where to cross the Megalos Monster Mountain Range?"

"Not yet!"

Hearing this, the people on the platform suddenly raised their heads, with a sinister look in their eyes.

"Then why are you still standing there! Go find out!"

The harsh rebuke made him tremble, "Yes, Blood...Demon...Your Excellency!"

After speaking, he immediately ran out of the castle.

The figure on the platform looked around at the vampires with his cold and gloomy eyes, and those who were watched felt a chill.

"You are the same, why are you standing there! Go and convert the corpse ghosts and vampires!"

"Your Excellency Blood Demon, the Magic Spirit, the Knight Alliance and the Forest of Elves have moved the small villages to the town, and they are all guarded by magicians and knights..."

The blood demon turned his eyes and stared at the vampire who was speaking.

"What do you think we should do?"

The vampire felt that the blood in his body suddenly stagnated, as if something was stuck in his blood vessels, and he had difficulty breathing.

"Kill the guardian and transform the corpse ghost!"

The blood demon raised his eyes and looked around at the blood ghosts, "Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

Hundreds of blood shadows flew out of the castle and flew in different directions.

In a flash, the castle fell into silence!

The figure on the high platform slowly stood up, stretched out his hand to lift the black robe that covered his face, revealing a handsome, pale face.

The face suddenly frowned, and memories flashed in his eyes, like a bad and unbearable past, and there was a trace of sadness between his eyebrows.

Just a moment, the eyes with complex emotions regained clarity, revealing a firm and resolute look in the clarity.

"Eastern Continent, it's time to change!"

The cold and low voice came out of the castle through the crack of the door, startling the birds in the forest.

...

The Magic City.

At the gate of the city.

Skeeter, the great speaker, walked side by side with Director Javier.

"Director Javier, say hello to Speaker Field for me!"

Director Javier stopped and glanced at Speaker Skeeter.

"I will definitely deliver your greetings!"

After a slight hesitation, Director Javier continued, "Speaker Skeeter, just deliver it here!"

"Okay!"

Suddenly, Speaker Skeeter remembered the troubles of the Magic Spirit, "Director Javier, the Magic Spirit is not safe recently, you must be careful!"

Director Javier smiled and looked straight ahead.

A military camp suddenly appeared in the eyes of the two.

Skeeter smiled, "I worry too much!"

Director Javier showed Skeeter a kind smile, then took a step and walked slowly towards the military camp.

In the military camp.

Cross walked slowly towards Director Javier.

"It's been a month. How's the trade?"

Director Javier's face showed seven points of confidence and three points of arrogance. "All the goods brought are sold out!"

As the words rang out, Director Javier raised his arm and shook the magic storage rings of various shapes on his fingers.

A large number of magic cores, magic crystals and magic creations from the East Continent are stored in them.

Cross nodded and looked around, "Leave immediately and return to the outpost!"

The deep and slow voice echoed in the military camp.

After a while, the military camp was deserted.

Three figures stood on the wall of the Magic City.

Skeeter muttered in a low voice: "Grand Speaker Field is from the Kingdom of Apocalypse, and he is the king of a kingdom!"

"Did you see it? The army is strict and well-equipped!" Grand Speaker Thomas said immediately.

Suddenly, Skeeter and Thomas smiled at each other and secretly rejoiced.

At first, the three were amazed at Field's magical talent. He was already a grand mage at such a young age, and his future was limitless. He had great hope of reaching a level above the grand mage.

The founder of the Magic Spirit was at a level above the Grand Mage, but no one has reached that level since then.

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