Multiple spells, multiple castings, Dolai has already used all his special skills.

Boom boom.

Two more magic explosions occurred, shattering stones, flaming swords, and flying. The group of people had already begun to flee in all directions, not daring to concentrate at all.

Two magic missiles flew out at an extremely fast speed and hit the two men directly on the back, leaving two fist-sized holes. It was obvious that they were dead.

In a short period of time, within less than three or four seconds, Dolay had already suffered four or five more casualties.

…

In the caravan ahead, an old man in a long robe stood on the roof of a car and looked over here with some surprise.

"Multiple spellcasting, multiple spells, this young man is quite powerful. I heard them shouting that he is a pharmacist. Is this person from that school? His mental control is so powerful?"

Next to him, another young man had a complicated expression and muttered, "They are all first-level magic, what's so great about it? I can do it, too."

The old man turned his head, glanced at the young man, sighed, and said, "I know you can do it, but what can you do? Look at him, he can easily dodge the arrows and even counterattack. This accomplishment is almost at the level of a genius. How can you compare with him?"

The young man's face flushed immediately, "Teacher, I can do it too, okay? They are just a few ordinary mercenaries, I can beat them too."

The old man snorted, "He must have been knocked over by someone else."

They were watching as the battle over there ended. There were seven people in total, four were killed by fireballs, two were pierced by missiles, and one fell to the ground seriously injured.

At this time, Duolai was not actually relaxed, with beads of sweat on his face. The fact that he resolved the battle so quickly had a lot to do with some battles he had experienced recently. Each time he was on the verge of life and death, which greatly tested his combat proficiency.

One against seven, a complete victory.

The people around were suddenly silent.

Dole walked over, looted the seven people's belongings, and then followed the convoy again with an expressionless face.

However, this time, just as he was about to approach the convoy, two guards stopped him at a distance with troubled looks on their faces.

He shrugged, indicating that he would not come closer, but just follow from a distance.

After these things happened, no one dared to look down on Duolai anymore. The few people who had provoked him at the beginning had disappeared and could not even be seen.

The area between the two empires is vast, the canyons are wide, and war horses can often be seen galloping on the ground.

As Dolai walked, he thought about what had just happened.

That group of people were just ordinary first-level professionals, and there were even high-level warrior apprentices who had not yet reached the level. Yet they dared to attack him. They were truly ignorant and fearless.

But if there was a second-level profession, he would not be so relaxed today. If someone rushed over, he could only use continuous magic to beat the opponent so that he dared not approach, but he could not kill the opponent. The second-level professional's fighting spirit could protect the body, which was very powerful and could not be resisted by first-level magic.

As he walked, he was thinking about how to deal with the level 2 one.

At this moment, he felt a powerful spiritual force approaching. He looked up and saw a young magician walking out from the caravan. He was wearing a gorgeous magician's robe. Even under the scorching sun, there was not a single bead of sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that there were related cooling magic patterns on the robe.

He had a handsome face and the look he gave her was filled with a complicated expression.

He came to the back and said a few words to the guards who were wary of him. The guards left and he came over later.

"I'm Gudus, my teacher wants to see you." Gudus performed a magic ritual. He looked at Dorae's outfit, his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't look down on him at all. It was the first time he saw such a poor potion master.

But when you think about the fact that this guy might be from the Northern Kingdom, it makes sense.

Dole looked at the other person, blinked, and stood straight with no intention of moving.

"I'm Dolai." He restored his name. "Are you a wizard from the Glorious Empire?"

Gudus looked at Dolai motionlessly, thinking that as expected, a wild wizard who didn't even know wizard etiquette, so he said, "Yes, my master and I escorted a friend's caravan here to trade, and now we are preparing to return to the Glorious Empire. By the way, you are really a wild wizard from the Northern Kingdom, you are really poor."

This time it was Dolai's turn to have his mouth twitch. His face turned red and he said, "It's good enough to survive. What else can I expect?" He said playfully, "Please lead the way."

Gudus nodded and said, "Come with me."

So the two of them walked towards the convoy.

After Dolai joined the convoy, the others behind him felt much more relaxed and gathered in a group in the middle again.

At this moment, a carriage broke away from the convoy and aligned itself with the convoy, more than a hundred meters outside.

This is a very luxurious carriage, pulled by four strong horses. The carriage is very large, and there are even shock-absorbing devices underneath. It is very high-end. At this time, the side door has been opened, revealing the figure of a magician in his fifties or sixties.

His clothes were more gorgeous, solemn and serious. He held a magic wand as tall as a person in his hand and looked at him with a gentle expression.

"Hello, Wizard Lamb." Dolai was the first to greet. He just asked the name of the wizard Gudus.

The old man smiled and said, "Come up, both of you. You are both going to the Glory Empire, so come together."

Dole smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

The carriage was luxuriously decorated. Half of the top of the carriage was covered with a glass skylight, which was very bright. The windows on both sides were also decorated with precious and very transparent glass.

Gudus sat with the old man, and Dolai sat opposite him.

"Are you a wild wizard from the Northern Kingdom?" asked Wizard Lamb.

Dolai nodded and said, "Yes, I was just about to ask you, sir, what procedures do I need to go through if I want to go to the Glory Empire?"

In fact, he had asked Karl and knew the procedures. He said so much just to say a few more words and get closer.

Lamb said with a smile, "There are at least 50 wild wizards from the Northern Kingdom who come to our Glorious Empire every year. It's very simple. You just need to register at Campbell Fortress. Then you will have two choices. The first is to study at various colleges at your own expense, and the other is to serve in Campbell Fortress for half a year. These are the necessary processes to enter the Glorious Empire."

Dole lowered his head and pretended to consider it.

Gudus snorted and said, "You are a wild wizard. No one knows what your character is like. Therefore, whether you enter any academy or serve in the army, it is a process of surveillance and testing. When they think you are qualified, they will let you move around outside. With the methods you used just now, you kill people at will and are cruel and ruthless. Tsk tsk."

Dolai raised his head, looked at Gudus and said, "I was also defending myself. If I didn't kill them, would I wait for them to kill me?" Dolai involuntarily revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Although Gudus had entered the realm of the extraordinary and was powerful and had killed people, when he was looked at by Dolai, he felt the murderous aura entering his body and a chill ran through his body. He immediately dared not to be presumptuous.

The old man glanced at Dolai at this time, and Dolai immediately put away his murderous intent and behaved himself.

"What would you choose?" Lamb asked calmly.

Dolai took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought quietly.