"The detection circle confirms that he is the owner of the Heretic Blood." The middle-aged man looked Joshua up and down. There was nothing special about the half-bald farmer with a beard. The big man looked a little suspicious. "You are sure you are not wrong. people."
"Impossible, sir." The swordsman affirmed. "We just drew our swords and announced that we would arrest the great lord Binoni Winger in the name of Duke and conduct an investigation. He knocked down Donovan and seized Donovan. The sword in Wan's hand killed him with one sword; he stabbed Petit down again. Poor Petit was stabbed in the heart. Five minutes later, he was called by the Lord... Gokat and I rushed to stop him. Who Knowing that he was so strong, he was able to break out of the siege after being chopped. He knocked me down, cut Gokart's neck, and escaped all the way. Poor Gokart..."
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man impatiently interrupted the soldier's narration. "A farmer. Gentlemen. A farmer. Even if he has the blood of a heretic flowing in his body, he is just a guy with a pitchfork and smells like cheese. They're just guys. And you are the Duke's elite armed forces. You should be ashamed of this."
The swordsman lowered his head. The middle-aged man reiterated to Joshua: "You, put down your weapon now and follow me. I can pardon your wife and your dog... plus your weird friend."
Joshua coughed twice, but a joking expression appeared on his face: "I bet your bird-shaped tattoo is in your crotch. The tattoo artist damaged your male organ. Otherwise, why would you be so stupid?"
The big man was startled for a moment and chuckled: "Very well. I'm sorry. You are a true gentleman and deserve a decent funeral." He turned to the soldiers: "Go and avenge your unfortunate comrades. But this Please don’t mess it up again. Okay.”
The archers drew their bowstrings. The heavy infantry held up their shields. The swordsmen drew their sharp swords. They spread out their formation and began to approach. The farmer dragged his injured leg forward and took a step forward. He protected his wife behind him. Jove suppressed his worry and did not look towards those behind him. Shu took a look and held the sickle tightly with sweaty hands.
"Joshua." Jeffta called his old friend's name. "After you solve your problem, you must tell me your story."
"What did you say?" Joshua heard the words and looked at the dark fire mage. Then he was stunned.
A black fireball emerged in the palm of his hand. It burned with a cold purple tail flame. The surrounding sunlight seemed to dim significantly. Jeffta smiled: "This is the reason why I came to you today. It does not exist in the magic books. The 203rd type of magic. I call it dark fire magic."
The soldiers rushed forward with swords. "This is not fire, brother." Hope rekindled in the farmer's ashen eyes. "It can be seen from the shape of the air flow. This thing that looks like a flame is actually absorbing energy like a vortex. The energy that goes in... can be said to be completely opposite to fire magic. This is a great discovery. Jeff Tower."
Dark Fire Mage shouted in ecstasy: "I know you can understand me. I have more things to ask you. After cooking these miscellaneous fish."
The black fireball flew away from the palm of the caster and shot at the two soldiers rushing in front. The swordsmen were obviously not mentally prepared to fight the magician. They hesitated for a moment. But the slow flight speed of the fireball made them dispel their doubts. The two People separated to the left and right, trying to avoid this slowly floating fire bomb.
The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and shouted with an expression of extreme surprise: "You can't escape from this. You idiot, stay back."
"Sir..." As soon as the swordsman on the left uttered two syllables, the dark fire hit his chest. "Clang." The long sword fell to the ground. The soldier looked down at his light leather armor, which was the size of a bowl, in shock.
A hole appeared on the chest. The edge was burnt black, like a piece of paper lit from the middle; the hole was still expanding. No burning flames could be seen. Only flesh and clothing continued to turn into gray dust.
The swordsman fell to his knees with a plop. The dark fire corroded his entire chest. Through the big hole, Joshua saw that the high-ranking man was trembling with surprise and doubt. "Good fight, brother." The farmer
He shouted excitedly and knocked away a stray arrow with his long sword.
"Why." Another surviving soldier saw the tragic situation of his companions and did not dare to take a step forward. "You can obviously avoid it..." His eyes avoided the cruel corpse. The sword edge kept swinging hesitantly.
There was a faint sound of airflow, like a butterfly fluttering its wings; the black fire ignited in Jeffta's palm again. The dark fire mage laughed: "It's just the beginning." He waved his palm and fired the second fire bomb.
Fly towards the enemy.
The heavy infantry stepped forward and raised the large shield. The soldier wearing a hundred and thirty pounds of fine steel armor was like a statue made of steel. He used both arms to pierce the iron awl at the lower end of the shield into the ground and bent his knees.
Take a defensive stance.
The big man yelled again: "I said this won't work. You idiot, stay back." He pulled out a weapon from his coat pocket and walked quickly.
"Joshua, old friend, tell me why." Jeffta raised his head proudly.
The farmer touched his chin: "Although I have no relevant knowledge, I think your dark fire has two characteristics: first, it absorbs energy, whether it is light, heat, or the vitality that living things rely on for their existence; second, it distorts time.
The time dimension along the path of the Dark Fire is distorted. Therefore, the opponent cannot accurately judge the timing of dodge. To a certain extent, the Dark Fire spell is a magic that is very suitable for sneak attacks."
The fallen dark fire mage couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He almost wanted to run over and hug his respectable friend. "Oh my god, you are such a smart guy. You answered a big question in my heart. Every time I summon magic elements, I always
There is an indescribable feeling of awkwardness. I feel like there is a thin film separating me from the real world. Now I understand. It is time. The Dark Fire Elemental is a little thing who loves time games. No wonder it has been so many years.
No one has found any trace of them..."
The black fireball exploded on the shield. It eroded through the steel without any hindrance. It turned the large shield and the arm of the heavy infantry into ashes. The middle-aged man came quickly, with a dazzling white light emitting from his hand. "Sir," he shouted for help.
The two arms of the heavy infantryman were cut off at shoulder level. The wounds with exposed bone stubble were as smooth as a mirror. After a few seconds, hot blood spurted out.
"All stand down," the big man shouted, kicking away the remaining limbs of the infantry. The two arms corroded by the dark fire quickly withered and collapsed, turning into a black mark on the ground. The appearance of the weapon in the middle-aged man's hand was unclear.
It keeps rotating rapidly and emits a bright white light.
"Old friend. Once I deal with this old guy, it's time to reminisce..." Jeffta, who was confident, shot a black fireball for the third time. He turned to Joshua and said.
The farmer didn't answer him.
"Joshua." Jove used all her strength to scream, tearing her vocal cords.
Blood gushed out from Joshua's abdomen like a waterfall. The farmer lowered his head slightly in disbelief and covered his abdomen, watching his own blood flowing out from between his fingers.
No one saw this attack. The middle-aged man's weapon hit Joshua in an unknown way, causing a fatal wound. The big man faced the incoming black fire and did not try to dodge. The weapon in his hand glowed white again. The fireball was cut in half. It lost its shape and burned up in the air.
"Are you kidding?" Jeffta stretched out his hand and broke the neck of a retort. The fluorescent moonstone powder enveloped him. With the help of magic gain materials, he created three consecutive dark fireballs after a simple chant. .Aim at the running enemy.
"brush."
The light flashed. The dark fire mage didn't even see what hurt him. The severe pain in his shoulder made him distracted. The newly formed fireball immediately exploded and dissipated. The magic backfire knocked Jeff Tower to the ground. His shoulder Blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Dark... fire. Impressive." The middle-aged man walked up to them, raised his hand, and cut Qiao Fu's neck mercilessly. The hostess pressed her husband's wound with one hand. The other hand was just raised. She picked up the sickle. Before she fell to the ground, the hideous wound that almost cut off her entire neck had taken away her life.
"...Jove..." The dying Joshua moved his lips.
"No..." Jeffta shouted and stretched out his arms.
"Mother."
Jonah stared blankly at the tragedy in front of him, but was unable to make changes.
Suddenly the sky turned dark and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. The big man raised his head and looked at the black sky that was about to change in surprise. A storm blew around the dark fire mage. He stood up slowly and dropped the torn in half. Magic Scroll. Stored in the scroll is the enhanced spell "Contract Summoning" that has clear usage restrictions for the magician's guild.
"The elf of dark fire. I am willing to accept any punishment. As long as this time. Only this time makes me strong... I named this spell that only exists in my mind 'Moon Halo Mandala'. That is the rumored legend in the East The most beautiful flower on the mainland...Jove. If you had chosen me, would everything have been different?" Jeffta looked at Jove's body sadly and raised his hands.
Purple fireworks cover the sky.
More than ten years ago, the baby hiding in the big tree witnessed everything. His immature mind suppressed this memory deeply in the depths of his soul. It was not until this day that the moon halo mandala reappeared at close range. And broke through the barrier of reason in one fell swoop.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and could not make a sound. The white light emitted by the mysterious weapon slowly rose into the air. At this time, it could be seen clearly that it was a boomerang powered by a steam puppet. The ejected dart was pulled back to the body by an iron chain. .The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to track with the naked eye.
Brilliant Hanabi has eliminated all possibilities for him to fight back and escape.
Little Jonah's world began to be turbulent. Everything began to gradually become transparent. "Mom... Dad..." Jonah called to his parents in tears. At this time, in the almost indiscernible distance, at the end of the road, several people were walking. A man holding a weapon looked like reinforcements for the pursuers. They saw something strange here and were running towards them at a high speed. One of them was wearing a dark blue robe and a pointed hat. He had a mess of white hair. Beard. Running and complaining loudly about something.
This man has the most familiar face in Jonah's seventeen years of life. The strong smell of rosin and tobacco on his body. His irritable and rude words. His small eyes hidden in wrinkles and his long beard that is always uncombed...
...His lonely eyes when he released "Cripple Henry II" from the top of the Astrology Tower.
"...Teacher Keshava."
Jonah opened his eyes in disbelief.
The blue-robed mage among the enemy's reinforcements is none other than the seventh-level astrologer Keshava, the master of the astrology tower in the Red Plains.