Almighty Alchemist

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never have imagined how much damage a fire mage could cause with all his strength.

Earl Derby Anfleet trembled as he looked at the burning sky. The City Lord's Mansion was turned into ashes by the terrible fire spells, as if the whole world was in flames. It was hard to imagine anyone who could survive such a violent attack. The powerful power of fire spells really deserved their name.

However, this price seems too heavy.

With Marit as the center, the five miles of Royo City were completely scorched. Even outside this absolute area, with the power of the aftermath of the flames, a large number of houses were on fire. A large number of soldiers in the city came to put out the fire one after another, but they could only control the fire within a relative area, because the flames were still constantly spraying out from the center of the fire source.

From the inside to the outside, from the sky to the ground, everywhere is burning, and the sea of ​​fire that started the prairie fire is destined to bring a huge disaster to the city.

Even for the outgoing Earl of Derby Anfleet, such destruction was intolerable in his heart.

My God, Master Malette, what have you done? You are crazy! the earl cursed through gritted teeth.

Even a golden-cloaked mage who used spells so recklessly in the center of the city, destroyed properties, and killed innocent lives would be condemned by all countries and powerful people.

Being strong doesn't mean you can act without scruples.

Although they have such abilities, they also have responsibilities that need to be shouldered by themselves. Using this ability to destroy and kill lives instead of protecting the country will only be unanimously condemned by all citizens.

No strong person would support such an act, and they knew very well that even pigs, horses, cattle and sheep should be cared for, let alone civilians who are also human beings. The strong can use their strength to win many privileges, but they also have to abide by the rules of the game. Privileges can partly exceed the rules, but they cannot completely tear up and destroy the rules. Otherwise, no one in the world will trust and worship them. No matter how powerful they are, they will not get the support of the common people.

Without the support of the common people, no matter how powerful they are, there is no meaning for their existence.

This is a basic mode of coexistence between the strong and the weak for thousands of years, and it is the bottom line that each can tolerate after testing each other's bottom line.

The strong can be arrogant and enjoy all kinds of privileges, but they must not arbitrarily kill the lives of civilians. The bullying of a few people can still be accepted and tolerated by everyone, but large-scale massacres will be exchanged for public anger.

Even if they can't fight against such a strong person, they will ask other strong people to punish them. And other powerful people will never ignore this behavior in order to win support and have a moral position.

If this kind of behavior is magnified, even hostile countries can take this opportunity to put themselves on the side of justice, accuse the other country, and thus have a righteous name. This status may seem inconspicuous, but it can bring him various benefits invisibly.

For example, there will be many people who are willing to serve as their eyeliners, 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 those strong people they hate, for example, more civilians will join the army.

Although the strong are powerful, the foundation of the country is still the common people.

The mass killing of civilians is tantamount to destroying the foundations.

The anger and hatred towards the black warrior made Marit use top-level spells recklessly. Although he tried his best to let some people leave the battlefield, this is a city after all, with many houses, and the damage caused by large-scale destructive spells is far beyond what Marit imagined.

Especially the city of Royo is located in a mountainous area, and most of the houses are made of wood, which cannot withstand the devastation of this terrible flame.

At this moment, within a radius of five miles, it was covered with scorched earth, within a radius of ten miles, thick smoke billowed, and in a radius of a hundred miles, everyone could see the burning sky, and the sound of wailing formed a new movement, resounding all over the sky.

Marit, who descended from the God of Flame, was majestic and majestic. Under his flame frenzy attack, the Black Warrior could no longer withstand such a fierce attack.

Boland! You are destined to die today! Marit yelled wildly and triumphantly, like crazy.

The armor of the black warrior melted in the flames and turned into molten iron, which flowed on the ground. In the mottled light and shadow, there is a desolate tragedy.

Is it that simple?

The flames that the armor of the black warrior can't stop, no body can resist.

He just died like that?

In silence?

Not even a final resistance was made.

Malette was a little dazed, the battle went so smoothly all of a sudden, it was hard for him to accept it.

No, not right!

Fierce red tides shot out from the flame's eyes, and Marit stared at the melting armor on the ground.

No, he's not there! Malatt was suddenly alert.

That armor is just a shell, an attention-grabbing bait!

So where would he be?

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and Maritt's warrior instinct saved him once again.

He quickly lowered his head, and the whistling sharp blade flew over his head again, carrying a majestic momentum and a fierce and deadly attack.

Aw! Marit screamed wildly and fell downward.

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

However, the air that had been burnt to thin by the flames suddenly formed a gel state, and the effect of the wind spirit body was instantly dispersed and restored to star points all over the sky, dissipating in the air.

Maritt was horrified to find that he could not control his body.

This is……

State Scattering, a magic elimination technique, can be used to eliminate most state spells.

The fourth magicweave spell that Xiuyi engraved on the black warrior was finally revealed.

Without the bodyguard of the wind spirit, Marit also lost his speed.

A big hand reached down from the air, grabbed Marit's shoulder, and firmly fixed him in the air. Marit looked up in horror, and saw a burly man with his whole body naked. On his bald forehead, a crystal eyeball was emitting a strange light, reflecting and reflecting Marit's fearful face

On Huey's crystal ball in the distance.

Looking at the astonished Marit, Huey sighed softly: Bolan, you can do the next thing yourself.

With a wave of one hand, the image on the crystal ball disappeared, and Xiu Yi gave up commanding.

The screen reappeared and switched to a new perspective. He saw that Kevin Biers had passed through the central garden and was getting closer and closer to him.

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Central garden.

Cahill and five sixth-level samurai fell last.

What they didn't notice was that Kemp was gone.

For Cahill, what he lost in the Fourteenth Avenue battle was not only an arm, but the most important thing was the dignity of a warrior.

Hugh Yglell killed Dawkins using the potion bottle given to him.

Xiu Yiglaer easily defeated himself with a puppet.

In the history of alchemy, except for the troll god, there has never been any golem that is strong enough to fight against high-level warriors.

During the period when Cahill was injured and recuperated, some people even ridiculed that Cahill had lived up to his reputation as a high-ranking warrior. It wasn't that the puppet was too powerful, but that Cahill himself was incompetent. The so-called Iron Roar is just something used to deceive the opponent, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

Cahill is a piece of shit, he even killed his comrades.

Such humiliation is intolerable to any marine warrior.

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

Killing Hugh Igles and getting back his due dignity from him was what Cahill wanted to do every moment these days.

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

Although they are only level six, each of them is an elite among warriors, and their combined strength is not weaker than any marine warrior.

It was also their dream to kill Xiu Yiglaer.

However, dreams are always just dreams, and many times you will find that there are too many obstacles in the hall leading to your dreams.

A sharp arrow blasted out the piercing howl of death, and shot at Cahill who was running in the front.

The wounded man stopped in time and slashed down with one-handed long sword. He hit the deadly arrow with great accuracy and chopped the whole arrow into pieces: Be careful! There is an ambush!

Still a little late.

There is not only one arrow for the sneak attack, but three.

The arrows fired at Cahill were intended not to kill him, but to stop him. The other two arrows are the real deadly attack.

The two warriors trailing behind Cahill were attacked at the same time. Their reactions were so fast that they didn't have time to block with their swords.

One of them grabbed the incoming arrow, while the other was lying with his arms crossed, blocking his face.

One of them is good at quick response, and the other is strong in fighting spirit. They are good at different things and have different coping methods.

flutter!

flutter!

Two points of blood are brilliant.

Although the warrior trying to catch the arrow caught the arrow body in time, he didn't expect that the arrow body just paused in the air, and the arrow automatically broke away from the arrow body and shot into the warrior's arm.

And another warrior who tried to use fighting energy to fight hard, was pierced by the energy light of fighting energy by the small arrow, and stabbed hard into the chest.

The samurai let out a sharp roar, was thrown heavily into the air by the impact, and immediately fell into a coma.

The power of this little arrow is amazing.

Tail-off arrow! Broken fighting arrow!

The last samurai, Ibrahimovic, a sixth-level archer with a black star bow and ice cracking arrow, let out a terrified scream.

Cahill roared: Someone is hiding in the flowers, kill him!

The energy of vindictiveness shone all over his 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 punched the garden deep into the land like mountains and seas.

No matter which corner the opponent is hiding in, with one punch, the person has to show up.

However, at the next moment, an equally thick vindictiveness struck Cahill from the side.

Cahill was shocked, and forced to move Ling Kong's body sideways to avoid the sharpest attack, but was swept away by the aftermath of fighting spirit, and he was caught off guard and spit out a big mouthful of blood, and returned to the position when he was beaten.

As soon as he landed, Cahill yelled sharply: There is more than one person! There is also a sea warrior~ everyone be careful!

Judging from the grudge intensity of the attacker's attack, Cahill knew that this was an enemy that was by no means weaker than himself in terms of grudge.

The person who made the sneak attack finally showed his figure, with a red cloak, habitual arms around, bare chest, and the dragon-shaped totem painted the person absolutely arrogant.

It was Brian Buckler.

In the depths of the flowers, Lilith stood up with a small emerald green bow in her hand.

Cahill's angry blow just now failed to hit her due to Buckle's surprise attack, but the energy of this guy's grudge is indeed huge, so that she was somewhat affected by the aftermath.

Cahill, you should know that I didn't intend to kill you, otherwise you would have died just now. Brian replied proudly.

Although Xiu Yiglaer's order was to sniper, the unique dignity of a samurai made it difficult for him to actually attack.

Even robbers have dignity.

On the other hand, Lilith, as an archer, throwing cold arrows is the most basic requirement, and she will never have the shameful thought of sneak attack.

Of the two warriors hit by Lilith, one was injured in the arm and the other was hit by an arrow in the chest. The power of these two arrows is definitely not small, and they have lost their fighting ability for the time being.

But beside Cahill, there are three warriors.

One of them was the sixth-level archer Ibrahimovic, who had already drawn his bow and arrow, aiming at Lilith in the distance.

He swore that he would never give Lilith a second chance.

Who are you……

There was a trace of doubt in Cahill's eyes.

The big man in the red cloak in front of him looked very much like a man in the legend.

It's Brian Buckler. The warrior beside Cahill said suddenly.

It was him, Cahill suddenly realized. Raschel had received the news earlier that Xiu had entered the Villas mountain area. When he hijacked the Spark Prison, he had already confirmed that this guy had a helper. At that time, Raschel thought that it was very likely that he had colluded with or bought a group of bandits in the mountains, so he had a powerful helper.

Otherwise, he alone would not be able to handle such a big case.

During the investigation of Spark Prison, Raschel discovered the existence of at least one Necromancer, one Archer and one High Warrior.

This is very similar to the legendary Wild Wolf Group. Geographically speaking, it is entirely possible for Xiu Yi to unite with the Wild Wolf Bandit Group.

Judging from Hugh Igles' goal and the grievances between the Wild Wolves and Kevin Beers, this combination is even more logical.

Of course, all these speculations are meaningless until they are confirmed, but those who confirm it need to pay the price with their lives and blood.

Fortunately, Cahill had never seen the patriarch of the Dardanelles dressed up by Buckler, otherwise his first thought would not be to fight to the death, but to run away and inform Raschel immediately.

But now, as an ocean warrior, his heart was burning with fighting spirit, and he really wanted to have a fight with this legendary thief.

At this moment, Buckler nodded: That's right, I'm Brian Buckler, and she's Lilith. Our mission is to stop you and your companions, so you don't have to go to the civilian area, just fight us here. I'm sorry for using sneak attack tactics earlier, because only in this way can our strength be relatively balanced.

As he said that, Buckle pulled out an arm and pointed at Cahill: You and I are both sea warriors, but unfortunately, you lost an arm and were injured by my sneak attack just now. It is absolutely impossible to be my opponent.

He pointed at the two people around Cahill again: So add your two companions, and I will fight the three of you one by one. As for the remaining one, let the archer and the archer have a duel.

With a bold declaration and irresistible momentum, at this moment, Buckle fully demonstrated the strong confidence of a senior warrior. Lilith, who was not far away, made a strange movement.

She took out seven small arrows with strange brilliance from the quiver: In my quiver, there are twelve arrows. Nine of them are enchanted, and two have been used. There are seven enchanted arrows here.

She threw the seven enchanted arrows to the ground: Fair duel, I don't want to take advantage of you.

Three arrows will determine life and death. She said, How about it?

On the other side, the sixth-level archer Ibrahimovic snorted coldly, and also took out the silver ice-cracked arrows from the quiver and threw them on the ground, leaving only three ordinary arrows in the quiver.

Enough is enough, he replied.

Bending the bow and setting the arrow, aiming at Lilith.

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