Water and Fire Twins Magician

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Jacques and Fier did not wear masks, but showed their true faces. In this situation, revealing their true faces was the best disguise. Because the sniper team of the Principality of Dro thought they were "a middle-aged fat man" and "a tall man dressed in black" as their targets. Even because of Marshal Maren's deliberate concealment, no one knew the true strength of the fat man and the tall man.

The boy and girl appeared silently in a corner and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Their first target was a man in a magic robe who was searching for the target's hiding place by turning over the rubble not far ahead.

Although his robe was embroidered with the emblem of the Principality of Dro, the emblem was different from others, with a water element crystal pinned on it. Based on Jacques's experience in fighting, it was obvious that this man was a soldier stationed in the Principality of Dro by the Trojan Federation, a fanatical worshiper of the goddess Helen, and a water magician.

"That crystal looks pretty good. Could it be the Purifying Crystal?" Fei'er asked.

Generally speaking, it is extremely stupid to actively expose one's attributes on the battlefield, because it is easy to be targeted by the enemy. But it is an exception for the people of the Troy Federation, because they are proud of being water-attributed, and the level of the crystal on their chest can be used to show their strength and glory. In short, they are a group of arrogant and proud pretenders.

But this also made it convenient for Jacques and Fei'er to act.

"I can't tell either." Jacques confessed, "But since it could be the Purifying Crystal, we must be careful and kill this person instantly."

"Instant kill...the words you said are really interesting." Fei'er covered her mouth and laughed.

The two of them used stealth separately, preparing to attack from both sides. They were already very familiar with it. Fei'er, whose strength had skyrocketed, could perform stealth more perfectly. There was not a single unnecessary movement when she added the water walking technique, and not even the slightest fluctuation of magic power was leaked.

Jacques used the Firefly Magic, a fourth-order magic of the fire element. It was a stealth magic that used the surrounding lights or moonlight to conceal the body. Its disadvantage was that it could not be used in a completely dark environment.

The two men sneaked to a distance of less than ten meters from the enemy. Their two pairs of eyes looked at each other without any emotion. Everything was said without words.

As the water magician finished searching a broken wall and was about to stand up and stretch his limbs, Jacques and Fei'er took advantage of this fleeting opportunity and immediately moved forward.

The magician was no mediocre person. He immediately noticed something was wrong and lowered his head, hugged his arms, and his whole body flashed with extremely dazzling blue light. The magic elements in the air suddenly became agitated. This level of energy gathering had never appeared even when Jacques was performing sixth-level magic.

"Clam kills the bound spirit!" Jacques was shocked. This magic was also in Gandalf's spell list. It was an extremely complex counter-defense magic, specially used to defend against the enemy's sneak attack. Once the enemy touched it, he would be immediately hit and enter a short "bound spirit" state, losing all his magic power and fighting spirit, completely losing his combat ability, and becoming a useless person.

This guy is at least a seventh-level water magician!

Jacques didn't say anything, but just gestured the number "seven". Fei'er immediately understood what he meant and was also frightened. The dagger she stabbed stopped in the air, and then she immediately released the strength of her legs and fell to the ground.

A blue circle of light spread out horizontally from the water magician's waist, narrowly passing over Fei'er's back.

Fei'er was not idle either. She waved her hands and two water snakes emerged from the ground and entangled each other's legs.

Without Fei'er's signal, Jacques had already jumped up lightly, avoiding the halo of the clam-killing spirit-binding circle. After rolling sideways in the air for a circle, he touched the ground with his left foot, and kicked forward with his right foot covered with fighting spirit, kicking through the opponent's defenseless chest with one blow.

"So what if I'm at level seven?" Jacques stood firm and straightened his clothes.

This gorgeous leap and kick were all reflected in Fei'er's eyes. Although she was knowledgeable, she had never seen such a gorgeous style of physical training. She only vaguely remembered it being mentioned in ancient books.

"Is this... Eastern boxing?" Fei'er almost couldn't help but say "so cool", but she stopped herself in the end and just turned her head away and said, "Humph, stop pretending."

Needless to say, this word was of course what Fei'er heard from Jacques.

"Don't give me that. I can read lips. I can clearly see you said you were so handsome. You girls are really not honest~"

"Bah! Just finish it quickly and leave. What an attitude! So frivolous!" Fei'er pushed Jacques with a red face.

"Yes, yes, miss." Jacques snatched the crystal from the magician's chest: "It's not a cleansing crystal, but the quality is good and has collection value."

Then they took away the other's healing medicines, some scrolls, and even weapons, and then the two disappeared into the darkness, ready to hunt for the next prey.

In one night, the two of them had killed more than a dozen enemies, most of whom were soldiers and mages sent by the Trojan Federation, all of whom were valuable high-level combat forces. The soldiers of the Principality of Dro only lost five people.

This was the first active counterattack by the blasphemers since the sniper operation was launched a month ago. For Grand Duke Dro and Prime Minister Quinton, this should be considered good news, because the two target people finally showed up, which was better than not even being able to see their shadows before.

As for Marshal Maren, the sudden change of defense to offense by the two blasphemers could only be considered a mixed blessing. His attitude towards this mission was originally just a pretense, and he was actually trying to avoid it. Therefore, Maren ordered his men to escape as soon as they found any clues or traces of the target person, with the primary task of saving their lives. If they couldn't escape, they should not implicate their own people, and it would be best to lead the enemy to Quinton's side.

Maren himself was a powerful warrior, but at the same time he was extremely afraid of death and would do anything to survive, so he lived longer and climbed higher than other warriors of his generation. Facing these two masters of the Holy Land, there was no chance of winning, and struggling was futile. He could only kill with borrowed knives. This was the conclusion Maren came to based on his own experience.

As time went by, the two blasphemers came out to assassinate more than a dozen people every day. Maren had had enough of watching the fight. But when he looked at the list of casualties, he couldn't help but frown. Because although the enemy was obviously targeting the reinforcements of the Trojan Federation, many of his own people also died, and the losses were even greater than those of Quinton.

Mullen was puzzled. Because the Trojan Federation's army could be clearly identified by their clothing. But how could the other party distinguish between him and Quinton's men?