Water and Fire Twins Magician

Over the past few days, with Jacques' progress, the amount of residual hellfire in the Abyss Prison has been significantly reduced, and is now only about half of the original amount.

The happiest person was of course Meister. Originally, he needed to personally eliminate all the remnant hellfires here, which was slow and tiring. Now with Jacques' help, the progress was dozens of times faster than before, allowing him to achieve his goal ahead of schedule.

The huge ice crystal floating in the center of Nania's Abyss Prison was emitting an increasingly strong ominous aura as the residual hellfire decreased. The dark red light became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that something inside would break out of the ice soon.

Phil and Paul both felt a little uneasy about the existence of this mysterious crystal, but at the same time, they intuitively felt that the things inside would not pose a danger to them. This was mainly due to the existence of Jacques.

As for Jacques, he seemed to have a vague idea of ​​what the object inside the ice crystal was, but he deliberately didn't think about it. He knew that what he was doing now was to untie the object. He was not sure what risks would be brought about by doing so, but there seemed to be a driving force deep in his heart that made him continue uncontrollably.

After practicing in a state of trance for a whole day, it was evening again and time to go out again.

After soaking in the raw water for a whole day, Fei'er stood in front of Jacques with a radiant face, which made his heart agitated. This girl who had had physical contact with him seemed to have changed her skin every day and became more and more beautiful. Moreover, her magic power was also significantly improving every day, so fast that Jacques was a little surprised. It seemed that every time he saw Fei'er, he felt a little strange to her. But fortunately, after a night of cooperation, their relationship would become closer again.

Seeing Fei'er's progress, Jacques couldn't help but feel pressured. He didn't dare to slack off in his training to make sure he wasn't overtaken by Fei'er.

In Fei'er's eyes, isn't this boy in front of her growing up every day to the point where she can hardly recognize him? In addition to the visible increase in strength every day, Jacques's eyes that are getting deeper and deeper every day are even more unpredictable to Fei'er, giving her an increasing sense of mystery, making her herself confused about her feelings for this boy.

Simply put, she was a little moved.

"I wonder if my magic power is strong enough to use eighth-level magic." Fei'er clapped her hands and showed an expectant expression: "If I encounter a lone enemy tonight, I must give it a try!"

"There are almost no people left alone recently. They have become very cautious." Jacques lowered his head and touched the water sword in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he decided to put it down: "I want to practice fire today. I have a feeling that my fire fighting spirit will soon be able to form a battle armor."

"Is this a genius? How enviable." Fei'er sighed softly: "However, speaking of premonitions, I have a feeling that the battle tonight will be very long..."

"Yeah, I expect so," Jacques agreed. "What we have been doing should explode tonight."

The same idea came to the minds of the two people: It is crazy for two people to rob a country.

But they just have this confidence.

With the knowledge and intelligence collected from the memories of countless dead souls, they have already figured out the details of the Principality of Dro.

That night, dark clouds obscured the moon. Not a single moonlight could penetrate the thick clouds. More than half of the territory of the Principality of Dro was shrouded in this ominous atmosphere, making it seem extremely depressing.

The only exception is the border area in the north of the Principality of Dro, bordering the Kingdom of Genningen.

The city walls here are the most intact in the entire Principality of Dro, because the people of Göningen have not been able to set foot on the territory of the Principality of Dro for nearly 20 years. On the contrary, the Principality of Dro would send troops deep into Göningen every year, demolish the opponent's city walls, kill the defenders, burn, kill and loot nearby, and then return victoriously.

Genningen is a powerful country in the north of the Rose Alliance, but it was blocked from invading the south by the Principality of Dro, so it could only stay in the north to develop. The key lies in the existence of the "Demon Ape Fighting Saint" Puruns.

Whenever the people of Genningen made the slightest movement, as long as Prens came to take charge, the other side would be intimidated before the battle and their momentum would be greatly reduced.

"Then I don't understand, why did the people of Genningen know about the arrival of Lord Puruns? And then become obedient?" asked a new soldier who had just been sent to the northern front.

"A rookie is a rookie. Look up at the sky," said the veteran soldier who was traveling with him.

The recruit looked up as he was told, and saw stars shining above his head. The night sky was crystal clear, but the surrounding areas in the distance were covered with dark clouds and a gloomy atmosphere.

“It is said that anyone who is at level eight or above can see Lord Purns’ powerful fighting spirit rushing straight into the sky, even breaking through the clouds,” said the veteran.

"Is this true? So exaggerated?" The recruit widened his eyes and looked up at the sky, but there was no trace of fighting spirit at all.

"Could it be that Lord Pullens is a Saint Realm expert? Have you ever seen him take action?"

"As long as they see this raging fighting spirit, will the people of Genningen dare to come and die? I heard that Lord Puruns hasn't taken action on the northern front for more than ten years."

"I'm a little skeptical. Since you have reached the level of the Holy Land, whether you go to the Saxon Empire in the south or the Venetian City-State Alliance in the east, you can at least become a duke or a priest. Why do you want to stay in a small country like ours?"

"Oh, how can we, a soldier, guess what the big shots are thinking?" The old soldier said lazily, "I didn't say that Puruns was a sanctuary, but he once did something... very perverted, which made the people of Genningen very afraid of him, until now..."

"Brother, don't keep me in suspense. Tell me now."

"It is said that Purns once destroyed the old city of Groningen by himself! He only used one move, just like this apple..." The old soldier had the strength of the second level. He squeezed the apple hard, and the apple in his hand immediately cracked. The juice and debris flew everywhere, splashing on a person who was walking towards him.

The old soldier and the young soldier looked at the visitor who suddenly appeared in front of them at the same time.

He had a rugged appearance, was tall and strong, had a goatee, and had a sharp gaze. He seemed to have a strong and resolute personality.

"Master... Mr. Purns!" The two men were so frightened that they almost lost control of their bladders. The old soldier was at a loss as to what to do. He suddenly lost consciousness and even tried to reach out to clean up the fruit pulp that had splashed onto Purns.

Pullens glared at them with sharp eyes, and the two of them vaguely saw the figure of a demon ape. They suddenly felt a splitting headache and felt as if they were about to be strangled by an invisible force.

Just when it was about to be crushed by this force, the force suddenly disappeared.

Pullens took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped off the fruit pulp and juice stuck on his clothes, left only a sentence: "Cherish food," and walked away.

Pullens' secretary hurriedly followed him and angrily scolded them: "You are so lucky, the Lord just spared your lives!"