Ocean fire that explodes when encountering water.

In the heavy rain, its performance was exerted to the extreme. The free maid was like standing up on a mountain, spitting out fire like a god of fire, and throwing down thunder like a god of thunder. If the warriors wearing iron armor made these Aztlans think that they were divine weapons descending to earth, the scene in front of them was undoubtedly the coming of the gods!

The group of Aztlan warriors who rushed to the front of the position were soon killed in the fire.

"Look, fire! Fire burning in the rainstorm!"

Sitramina was excited!

"It's fire, it's fire!!! It's fire burning in the heavy rain!!!"

The rebels are crazy!!

"Fire... burning in the rainstorm...fire?"

The Warrior Tescoco was afraid!!!

"Did you see it? This is a miracle!" Sitramina roared at the hesitant warrior Teskoko who was in the foot of the mountain, "The Aztlans, hand back the weapons and armor that do not belong to you! Otherwise, they will be punished by the gods!"

The violent explosions followed one by one, and each time the corpses on the ground would be smashed and blown away. This scene made the warriors of Tescoco turn blue, allowing them to experience the heavy weight of the armor on their bodies.

They began to slowly retreat and retreat down the hillside.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sitramina put her hand on the statue of the Freemaid and used all her strength to push it down the mountain!

The stone statue rolled over several Tescoko warriors. The violent rolling and collision caused the device that ejected the ocean fire to shatter, and the ocean fire overflowed. As the stone statue rolled, it sprayed fire around and continued to trigger violent explosions. Not long after, an unprecedented violent explosion lifted the entire stone statue up, and swept up a large area of ​​woodland around it into the flames.

The loud explosion even reached Ivar's ears. The soldiers turned around and saw only a stream of black smoke rising from a hill.

"Tratoani, isn't that a little bit bad over there?" a warrior said next to Ivar. Not only him, but all the soldiers around him were talking about the explosion and the black smoke in the heavy rain.

"What's wrong with that?"

"The troops we stayed, the groups of troops holding iron swords and armor..."

"It's not that mountain, right?" Ival looked at the warrior mutely, "I ordered them to stay in place. There was a lot of difference between the two mountain, right?"

"Is it possible..."

"Aren't they soldiers who obey my orders?" Ivar interrupted the warrior, "Or, do you want to say they disobeyed my orders?"

The warrior hurriedly lowered his head and dared not say anything.

"The enemy's tactical intention is to exhaust my magic power. But now, my magic power has not diminished at all. Instead, they are probably out of breath."

Speaking of this, Ivar suddenly waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to stop moving forward. Looking at the muddy road behind him and the clean road ahead, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and then the above words continued:

"So, did I fall into their trap, or did they fall into my trap?"

A huge magic suddenly attacked Ivar from the side, but it was too late. Ivar's body had turned into flames in advance. The invisible fire blew against the wind to the dense jungle on the side. Then, there were screams one after another in the jungle.

"Pretended to attack the rear, but stopped to ambush halfway. OK, you're doing a good job."

A large jungle turned into a sea of ​​fire, and then Ivar reunited into a human form in the fire. The heavy rainstorm could not extinguish the flames around him. The other person trapped in the fire was his younger brother, Bjorn.

"But I still want to laugh at you, my stupid brother, do you think this trick can be hidden from me? Do you think this level of ability can stand in front of me?"

Ivar smiled slightly. Bjorn was already panting and could not even stand. He supported the ground with his spear, and then he barely stood in front of Ivar.

"I have seen through your ambush. Your magic has also been exhausted. What are you still holding on to? Bjorn? Do you still want to win?"

"There is one thing I want to ask you." Bjorn looked at Ivar in front of him, "You are really my brother, Ivar, right?"

"Is it true that I am sure now? No, I am much smarter to be sure."

Ivar smiled and stretched his hands to both sides, exposing his vitals to Bjorn:

"Come on, Bjorn, if I underestimate you somewhere else, if you have any follow-up methods, then use it. Prove your power to me-or, die before me!"

Bjorn sighed, threw the spear in his hand, and stood in front of Ivar empty-handed.

Ivar sucked his face incredible sense.

"What, Bjorn? At this point, do you still want to turn against me and help me?"

"Amy knew you from the beginning, but she lied to me. Brother, you are telling me the truth from beginning to end." Bjorn replied, "So, it is obvious who to assist and who to attack, isn't it?"

Ivar looked at Bjorn standing in front of him indifferently.

"Then how do I continue to believe in you, Bjorn? You are capricious and even assassinated our father."

"So what?" Bjorn replied, "Brother, you want to assassinate our father, do you?"

After a silence, Ivar burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay, okay! Bjorn, my father looks down on you, but in my opinion, you are the smartest of all my brothers. I don't know whether you really want to surrender to me or to save your life, but compared to Siggard and Hafdan, you at least know that the current affairs are heroes - and this is the most important quality of becoming a big man! I like you, and I accept your surrender. Come on, kneel in front of me, and I will give you the territory you have always dreamed of!"

"Brother, I don't want to kneel down to Nesawarkojotel." Bjorn raised his head, "Is there any way to meet in his true form? I want to finally confirm that it is you, and there are many things I want to say to you."

"Do you still have doubts in your heart? This is not a good quality, Bjorn." Ivar shook his head, "But it's not difficult to prove it. You are also a disciple of Master Quilakiri, right? Summon me with his magic circle, and then my true body will appear in front of you."

"Okay." Bjorn nodded, "I'll draw the magic circle now."

Bjorn carried the tools and materials for drawing the magic circle with him. Not long after, a small magic circle appeared on the ground.

Ivar wanted to step into the magic circle, but was stopped by Bjorn:

"Don't come in. If Nesawar Koyotel's spirits appear together, it will be troublesome. If you are really my elder brother, just listen to my call outside the circle."
Chapter completed!