If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you would never imagine how great damage a fire master could cause when he exerts his full strength.

Derby; Earl Anverett looked at the burning sky tremblingly, and the lord's mansion turned into ashes in the terrible fire spell, as if the whole world was in a raging flame. It is hard to imagine that anyone could survive such a violent and violent attack. The powerful power of the fire spell is indeed worthy of its name.

However, this price seems too heavy.

With Malite as the center, the city of Royo is scorched earth within five miles. Even outside this absolute area, it has the power of the aftermath of the flames, and a large number of houses are on fire. A large number of soldiers in the city rushed to put out the fire, but they could only control the fire in a relative area, because at the center of the fire source, the flames were still spraying outwards.

From the inside to the outside, from the sky to the ground, burning everywhere, the sea of ​​fire that is destined to bring great disasters to the city.

Even for the outgoing Derby; Earl of Amberlet, such destruction was something that he could not tolerate deep in his heart.

"Oh my god, Lord Malite, what have you done? You're crazy!" The Count cursed with gritting teeth.

Even a golden robe mage who uses spells in the center of the city without restraint, destroys real estate and kills innocent lives, will be condemned by all countries and strong people.

A strong person does not mean that he can act without any scruples.

Although they have such capabilities, they also have the responsibility they need to shoulder. Using this capability to destroy, kill lives, rather than protecting the country will only be unanimously criticized by all the people.

No strong man would support such behavior. They also know that even pigs, horses, cattle and sheep should be cared for, let alone civilians who are both human beings. The strong can use their strength to gain a lot of privileges, but they also have to abide by the rules of the game. Privileges can partially exceed the rules, but they cannot completely tear and destroy the rules. Otherwise, no one in the world will trust and worship them, and no matter how powerful they are, they will not be able to get the support of civilians.

Without the support of civilians, no matter how powerful a person is, he will have no meaning of existence.

This is a basic model for coexistence between the strong and the weak for thousands of years. It is the bottom line that each person can tolerate after testing the bottom line of each other.

The strong can be arrogant and enjoy various privileges, but they must not erase civilian lives at will. The bullying of a few people can be accepted and tolerated by everyone, but large-scale massacres will lead to public anger.

Even if they cannot fight against such strong people, they will ask other strong people to punish them. Other strong people will never ignore this behavior in order to win support and have a moral stance.

If this behavior is enlarged, even hostile countries can take this opportunity to place themselves on the right side and blame the other country, so as to have a great reputation. This title seems inconspicuous, but it can bring various benefits to themselves invisibly.

For example, there will be many people who are willing to act as their own eyeliner, for example, there will be many people who are willing to provide various material support unconditionally, for example, there will be many people who are willing to use their lives to assassinate and harass the strong people they hate, and for example, more civilians will join the army.

Although the strong are strong, the foundation of the country is still civilians.

Large-scale killing of civilians is equivalent to destroying the foundation.

The anger and hatred towards the black warrior made Malite use top spells at all costs. Although he had as much as possible, this place was a city after all, with many houses, and the damage caused by large-scale surface destructive spells was far beyond Malite's imagination.

Especially Royo City is located in the mountainous area, and most of the houses are made of wooden structures, which cannot withstand the terrible flames.

At this moment, within five miles, it was scorched earth, within ten miles, thick smoke rolled, within a hundred miles, and everyone could see the burning sky, and the wailing sounded a new melody and rang throughout the sky.

Malite, who came to the flame god, was so powerful that under his crazi attack, the black warrior could no longer withstand such a fierce attack.

"Boran! You are destined to die today!" Malite was frantically and proudly, as if crazy.

The black warrior's armor melted in the flames, turned into iron, and flowed on the ground. In the mottled light and shadow, there was a desolate tragic tyranny.

Is it that simple?

The black warrior's armor could not block the flames, and no body could resist them.

He died like that?

In silence?

There was no final resistance.

Malite was a little stunned. The battle went smoothly and it was a little difficult for him to accept.

No, not right!

The flame's eyes ejected a violent red tide, and Malite stared at the melting armor on the ground.

"No, he is not there!" Malite suddenly felt alert.

That armor is just a shell, a bait that attracts attention!

So where will he be?

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and Malite's warrior's instinctive reaction saved him again.

He quickly lowered his head, and the whistling blade flew over his head again, with a majestic momentum and a fierce and fatal attack.

"Ao!" Malite screamed and fell downwards.

Fire, hide in the area where the flames burn most vigorously, and only in this way can you keep yourself safe.

However, the air that had been burned to thin by the flames suddenly formed a gel state. The effect of the wind spirit body was instantly dissipated and reduced to star dots all over the sky, dissipating in the air.

Malite was shocked to find that he could not control his body.

"This is……"

The state is dissipated, a magic elimination technique that can be used to eliminate most state spells.

The fourth magic pattern spell engraved by Xiu Yi on the black warrior was finally revealed.

Without the protection of Feng Ling, Malite lost his speed.

A big hand poked down from the air, grabbed Malite's shoulder, and fixed him firmly in the air. Malite looked up in horror and saw a burly man with all his body. On his bare forehead, a crystal-made eyeball was emitting a strange light, reflecting Malite's fearful face.

On the crystal ball of Shuyi in the distance.

Looking at Malite, who was shocked, Souyi sighed softly: "Boran, you can do the next thing yourself."

With one hand, the image on the crystal ball disappeared, and Xiu Yi gave up the command.

The picture reappeared and had switched to a new perspective. He saw Kevin Beals passing through the central garden and getting closer and closer to himself.

Central garden.

Cahill and five Level 6 warriors fell to the end.

They didn't notice that Kemp was gone.

For Cahill, in the Battle of Fourteen Avenues, he lost more than an arm, but most importantly, the dignity of the warrior.

Shue Glair used the bottle of potion he gave him to kill Dawkins.

Shuiglare easily defeated himself with a puppet.

In the history of alchemy, except for the troll god, no kind of puppet has ever been powerful enough to fight against high-level warriors.

During the period when Cahill was injured and recuperated, some people even sneered that Cahill had failed the reputation of a high-level warrior. It was not that the puppet was too powerful, but that Cahill himself was incompetent. The so-called steel roar was just something to deceive his opponent, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

Cahill is a waste, and he even killed his comrades.

Such humiliation is intolerable to any marine warrior.

It is not shameful to be defeated in battle, but it is much shameful to be defeated by non-human lives and implicate comrades.

Killing Shuiglair and taking back his due dignity from him is what Cahill wants to do every moment these days.

The same sense of shame exists not only in Cahill, but also in the five other warriors.

Although they are only level 6, each of them is an elite among the warriors. Their strength combined is no weaker than any marine warrior.

Killing Shio Iglare is also their dream.

However, dreams are always just dreams. Many times you will find that there are too many obstacles to the palace of dreams.

A sharp arrow whistled out the bitter roar of death and shot towards Cahill running in the front.

The injured man stopped in time and slashed hard with one-handed sword. He actually cut the fatal arrow with great accuracy, cutting the entire arrow into pieces: "Beware! There is an ambush!"

Still a little late.

There was not only one arrow that had been attacked, but three arrows.

The arrows shot at Cahill were not to kill him, but to stop him. The other two arrows were the real fatal attacks.

The two warriors following Cahill were attacked at the same time. Their reaction was so fast that they could not swing their swords to block them, and the light of fighting spirit appeared on their bodies at the same time.

One of them grabbed the arrow, and the other lies with his arms crossed, blocking his face.

One of them is good at agile reactions, and the other is strong in fighting spirit, and is good at different ways of dealing with it.

"flutter!"

"flutter!"

Two blood flowers are brilliant.

Although the warrior who tried to catch the arrow grabbed the arrow body in time, he did not expect that the arrow body would just pause in the air, and the arrow automatically broke away from the arrow body and shot into the warrior's arm.

Another warrior who tried to use his fighting spirit to resist was stabbed through the energy light of the fighting spirit by the small arrow and stabbed into his chest hard.

The warrior let out a sharp roar, and was hit hard and flew up hard, and immediately fell into a coma.

The power of this small arrow is amazingly powerful.

"Tail-cut arrow! Break the fight arrow!"

The warrior who fell to the end, the sixth-level shooter Ibrahimovic, who possessed the Black Star Bow and the Ice Cracked Arrow, screamed in horror.

Cahill roared: "Someone hid in the flowers and killed him!"

The energy of Dou Qi shone in his whole body, and Cahill was the first to rush to the garden beside him. He soared into the air, concentrated all his strength on his right hand, and made a rush of punches deep into the garden.

No matter where the other party is hiding, if the punch is done, it must appear.

However, the next moment, a wave of equally thick fighting spirit actually attacked Cahill from the side.
To be continued...