"The flame rewinds? It affects ourselves?"

Nesavalkoyotel raised his forehead slightly. He felt the wind blowing, and whirred towards the rebels. The fire spreads in the direction of the wind, and when it rewinds, it is almost impossible in nature.

"It seems that there are other magicians who control the flames."

He took a few steps to the bottom of the mountain to better observe the flow of the flames. Behind him, the remaining members of the "rats" could no longer arouse his interest.

"I'll leave these people to you." He waved his hand casually back, "Remember to keep the iron tools, which will be useful in the future."

After saying that, he walked down the mountain alone.

Several guards hurriedly rushed down with weapons, while the remaining Eagle Warriors and the Leopard Warriors' leaders waved their hands coldly. The warriors of Aztland rushed forward and swallowed the members of the "Rat" in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the remaining three disciples of Master Quilakiri were cut off their heads by the leader of the Eagle Warrior and the Leopard Warrior; the "rat" members who were not disciples were soon dismembered by five Aztlan soldiers who were surrounded; some who had escaped before were also shot by bows and arrows while halfway up the mountain.

The two samurai leaders licked the blood donated on their faces with unfulfilled intentions.

"Is this the elite organization cultivated by Lord Nesawar Koyotel?" said the leader of the Leopard Warrior.

"Elite? Just a mouse." said the leader of the Eagle Warrior.

"No, one ran away." The leader of the leopard warrior raised his hand and pointed in one direction. "The woman who just sneaked into Tratoani is gone."

The leader of the Eagle Warrior took a step in the direction pointed by the Leopard Warrior. When he found that it was indeed empty, he asked in surprise, "Did you keep your hand?"

"It's really not a slap. Tratoani just said that she was very interesting. According to his temper, he must have wanted to play for a while." The leader of the leopard warrior laughed, "Let her think she escape with her ability, and then struggle for a while in despair."

Some fluctuations appeared in the sea of ​​fire.

Amy was still riding Fenriel in the sea of ​​fire, but she noticed that the flames around her were getting stronger and more intense and hotter. The flames accumulated around her at several times the speed before, and soon exceeded the range she could control. She had no choice but to throw the gathered flames forward.

As it exceeded Amy's ability to afford, the flame rolled in the air and gradually lost its shape and spread. But just before it landed, a force from the ground pushed it back up and regrouped all the sparks together.

The flames in the woods dispersed under the influence of another force, like a sea that was pushed away. Nesavalkoyotel pointed a finger at the huge fireball in his hand and slowly walked to Amy's front.

"The magician of flame is rare. I thought it was someone. It turned out to be the little maid next to the 'Ensel of the Feathered Snake God'." Nesavalkoyotel said with a smile, "It was really unexpected. I thought you were still with the 'Ensel of God'."

Fenriel's limbs slowly took a few steps back, and even the wolf felt a huge oppression for Nesavalkoyotel who suddenly appeared in front of him. But Amy keenly noticed the question in Nesavalkoyotel's words and asked:

"I thought I was still with His Majesty? In other words, you don't know where His Majesty is now?"

"Ah? It's revealed?" Nezaval Koyotel shook his head indifferently, "Yes, I really didn't catch her. That iron stick I got from a little girl from a tribe."

"Why are you lying to us?"

"I just want you to join in. Not to mention anything else, I'm drooling at the weapons and tools you showed."

Nesavalkoyotel stepped on a corpse on the ground with his feet, grinded the chain armor that was worn on it, then raised his head and smiled:

"You are quite competent and have transported these iron tools to me."

"Where is Your Majesty now!"

"Who knows? She stood in the wrong team and ran around with the third brother. She probably was going to be killed by the Sun King."

Amy knew that Nessaval Koyotel was deliberately irritating himself, not angry, but just allowed Fenriel to slowly retreat.

"The little girl who gave the iron rod last time was too young, and I think you feel good." Nesavalkoyotel said, "The magical wizard of flames is very rare. If you dismount, you can share my power and wealth."

Amy continued to retreat. So Nesavalcoyotel shook his head without any scent:

"I may play for a while, but you are not lucky. I just ran out of patience in front of those mice."

As he said that, he was about to throw the fireball in his hand towards Amy, but at that moment, his body stagnated and the fireball could not be thrown. When he was stunned, Amy kicked Fenriel hard in the stomach. Fenriel received the order and immediately turned around and ran away!

"Nesaval Koyotel, the price of these iron tools, I will ask you to get it back another day!"

After waiting for Amy to run far, Nesavalkoyotel recovered. He touched his face bag with his free hand, surprised by the tremor that moment.

"Interesting, so interesting... Let me see what other means have you left!"

He waved the hand that was holding the fireball forward, and the fireball came out and flew towards Amy!

At first, the fireball was far less than Fenrier, but as he passed through the fire, the fireball thrown by Nesavalkoyotel became larger and faster. When Amy noticed the heat behind him and looked back, the fireball had expanded to the size of a two-story house!

Before Amy could issue the order, Fenriel flexibly turned one direction, causing the fireball that was about to hit Amy to slam and wiped it all the way forward. But before Amy could breathe, the fireball made a comeback with the turn direction and became increasingly huge and rapid.

"Amy, Amy." Ivar's voice sounded in his ears. "You just said that you were going to be the god of the Sixth Age. Why did you escape after so much? Just now, I also wanted to meet this new Lokika Guardian. Why would you give me your body and let me get rid of him for you? How about it?"

"It's not about running away, it's just retreating. The soldiers have almost saved it. I didn't want to fight back here." Amy replied, "Even if I really want to get rid of this Nesawar Koyotel, I will do it myself. I can't use you, Ivar."

"But I see, you are no match for him at all. Not only magic, but you are far inferior to him in terms of military use and strategy. I just happen to be very confident in both. Aren't you curious? He and I, two strongest magicians on the two continents who control flames, are they better?"

"Curious? I just feel that you hate it too, even your personalities are similar! Moreover, although I may not be able to do it alone, Your Majesty left me a staff team. With them, it's enough!"

"Okay, OK, OK!"

Ivar laughed three times.
Chapter completed!