Water and Fire Twins Magician

It turned out that this group of Troy reinforcements actually understood Jacques and Phil's recent actions as Prime Minister Quinton's borrowing a knife to kill someone.

They thought that Quinton sent Jacques and Phil to pretend to be blasphemers, and then constantly assassinated the Trojan reinforcements, causing the Principality of Dro to be unable to eliminate the blasphemers and causing damage to the Trojan reinforcements, forcing the Trojan Federation to continue to exert pressure and shake the prestige of Grand Duke Dro.

Once Grand Duke Dro lost power, the throne of the Principality of Dro naturally became the object of competition between Marshal Maren and Prime Minister Quinton. Although Maren was the marshal of the principality, he was only a military man after all, and he had been leading troops abroad for a long time. How could his control over the court officials be comparable to Prime Minister Quinton? And taking the opportunity of hunting down the blasphemer to eliminate Maren's capable subordinates and weaken his power, the one who had the greatest motivation and benefit was of course Quinton.

But they were all wrong. The Trojan garrison leaders were obviously influenced by the dirty and chaotic political situation of the Principality of Dros, so they made a mistake in judgment and actually ruled out the possibility that there might be more than two blasphemers.

Now, the man felt the magic power that Jacques was constantly gathering, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and became a little nervous. He looked at Jacques's easy continuous white flames just now, and estimated that this opponent had at least the sixth or even seventh level of magic power.

However, they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and more reinforcements were coming from all directions. In addition, he was not a weakling, so he was not very afraid of the terrifying momentum that Jacques exuded at this time. Moreover, he was now negotiating with the representatives of Prime Minister Quinton as a representative of the Trojan reinforcements. Even if the other party wanted to kill, he had to consider the overall situation.

"Little brother, you don't have to be so impulsive." The man pretended to be relaxed and said, "I advise you to restrain your magic power. You know, my brothers and I hate the fire element very much. We have been taught from childhood that if we meet someone with the fire attribute, we should get rid of him as soon as possible. If it weren't for Prime Minister Quinton, we would not tolerate you to this extent."

These words just happened to touch Jacques' sore spot.

"Get rid of me as soon as possible? Just because I am a fire attribute?" Jacques's face turned gloomy. "You mean, even if I am not the blasphemer you are talking about, and I have no feud with you, but just because I am a fire attribute, you can't tolerate me?"

The man laughed and said, "Needless to say? The reason why we chose to cooperate with your Principality of Dro is because you have the least number of people with fire attributes in the Rose Alliance. Moreover, since we stationed troops here, haha, you must not have noticed that the number of people with fire attributes in the army is decreasing every day, right?"

"…Even if they pose no threat to you, even if they are babies, or people who consider you as companions, as long as they have fire attributes, you will strangle them, right?"

"When a flame appears in front of us, of course we must put it out immediately to prevent it from burning. There is nothing more satisfying than killing a natural enemy!" The man laughed even more brightly, and the people around him also laughed: "Just like when you see pests breeding in a garbage dump, you will definitely kill them all without hesitation!"

In fact, even among the Trojans, not everyone regarded people with fire attributes as natural enemies. The key point was that their goddess could not tolerate the existence of any fire attribute. It was said that if a person with fire attribute was born in Troy, the goddess would bring down a natural disaster. Once this divine punishment came, it would inevitably affect innocent people, so everyone gradually formed the concept that "people with fire attributes" should die, and they tried to eliminate them before the divine punishment came down to avoid suffering an unwarranted disaster.

But this exaggerated expression is simply adding fuel to the fire for Jacques now. Isn't this exactly what he experienced? The twists and turns and difficulties he experienced as a child were all caused by this so-called goddess.

Jacques was already filled with rage.

"Fei'er, don't interfere, they are mine."

Fei'er shrugged and stopped preparing for battle.

"What? Are you really going to do it? You are just Quinton's lackey. What qualifications do you have to reject my suggestion?" The man also lost his patience and pointed at Jacques and cursed.

"I'll say it again, I don't know any of you, Prime Minister Quinton or Marshal Mullen. I only know that because of what you just said, you all have to die."

"All of us? Just you, a seventh-level fire magician?" The man laughed. At this time, another twenty people arrived, and the encirclement was increased by two layers.

"Boy, do you have any common sense? Don't you know that water overcomes fire? Do you know how many level sevens we have here? Five! Even if I am alone, I am enough to deal with a kid like you who hasn't even grown all his hair!"

"Really?" Jacques laughed grimly, and his whole body was suddenly surrounded by a whirlwind of fiery red energy. This energy condensed on Jacques' chest, back, and limbs, forming armor that protected the body and strengthened its strength.

Fire battle armor!

"Warrior?!" The man was shocked: "Impossible! Didn't he just use White Flame Flash?"

Shocked, he watched as Jacques approached him with a swift and erratic movement, and then a fiery red palm landed harshly on his cheek...

He was knocked down by Jacques' slap and flew backwards, turning several times in the air before landing.

"Cough cough cough..." The man was still able to struggle and raise his head.

Even Jacques couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Wow, a slap can't kill you? For a magician, your defense is pretty good."

Before he finished his words, the man suddenly vomited and spit out broken water element crystals all over the floor.

"Huh? He actually used water crystals as dentures in his mouth to improve his defense." Jacques was really impressed: "You are indeed a seasoned veteran. To save your life, you come up with endless tricks."

At this time, the more than 20 Trojan reinforcements who surrounded Jacques and Phil just stood there and watched Jacques' performance.

They were completely shocked. One reason was, of course, that their leader was beaten half to death. The second reason was, how could there be a battle armor warrior who could use sixth-level magic?

In their opinion, Jacques was only a teenager, and he could use sixth-level magic, so he must have been gifted and worked hard to achieve this achievement. But for a sixth-level magician to cultivate at least a sixth-level battle armor, the time required would be more than doubled.

The man who was beaten half to death by a slap calmed down after being seriously injured. With half of his face swollen like a ball, he shouted incoherently: "Don't care whether he is a warrior or a magician! No matter how strong he is, he is only a seventh-level! Surround..."

Jacques stretched out his right hand and made a five-fingered gesture.

"burst."

When the man was about to give the order, Jacques had already completed the complicated spell. The man's head suddenly turned into an active volcano erupting into the sky.

Everyone's jaw dropped in shock.

"This... this is the legendary eighth-level magic... boiling brain?"