Water and Fire Twins Magician

What the dirty old man was stepping on was the small town they were in, where the residents piled up garbage and stolen goods!

People in Love Continent don't have much environmental awareness, but they know that garbage should be processed in a centralized manner. So this place is a huge charging battery for the dirty water old man!

He is expanding rapidly and his magic power is constantly increasing.

"What a mess... Using such a disgusting method to please Helen..." Jacques' fantasy about this so-called most beautiful goddess has been shattered: "Will she really accept this kind of worship? Is it true that as long as it is water, even feces and urine, it is cute? No wonder people call her a pervert..."

Facing the dirty water old man who was still growing bigger, Jacques was not afraid, because he knew that he was protected by the sky fire, and the dirty water could not touch him at all, and it would be burned away completely. He just felt a little depressed, this disgusting and shameless pervert was difficult to eradicate, and the thought of entangled with this thing made him feel very troublesome.

Just as the dirty old man swelled to the height of three or four stories, his wild laughter suddenly stopped. With such a huge body, he had to turn his head to look up at a being that was even bigger than him.

“That feeling is…”

Jacques felt it, too.

There was indeed a powerful object that was even bigger than the old man with dirty water suddenly appeared behind him. But this hugeness was purely a feeling. In fact, the object had not yet appeared and was still approaching at high speed.

Approaching at a very high speed!

"Jacques..." Fei'er, with a pale face, grabbed Jacques' sleeve.

"Fei'er? Why are you here? Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm..." Fei'er tried to cheer herself up: "Another trouble has appeared..."

"Yes, this feeling should be the master who can ride the wind just now. He has flown back again!" Jacques suddenly became nervous: "Is it because of this dirty old man, or for me and Fei'er?"

At this moment, a sharp explosion that pierced the sky sounded in the air, and the master suddenly stopped in the air, just floating in front of the dirty old man.

He was a tall and strong middle-aged man with a thick beard. He looked like a soldier. What was special was that his temperament was more arrogant and wild than that of ordinary people.

Following closely behind the man was a petite, pretty woman who, judging by her attire, looked like an assistant secretary.

She also came here using the Wind Riding Technique, so her strength must not be underestimated.

"Is this flying magic?" Jacques looked at the two people hovering in the air, and he was filled with envy. He suddenly had an idea: "The old man also put the spell of the seventh-level wind-riding spell into my head. If I also have wind magic in my body, can I also fly?"

"Haha, if you have the ability, just give it a try." Gandalf said indifferently, "If you can really use wind magic, then the magic principles of the Love Continent will be completely rewritten by you."

The man floating in the air was completely attracted by the huge dirty old man in front of him. He tilted his head and stared at him curiously, muttering to himself: "My goodness, I have never seen such a powerful thing in my life... Is this the spiritual mutation of the Sanctuary Qualified? It can become so strange and so huge..."

The secretary behind him just kept pinching her nose and frowning, her disgust for this dirty old man visible to the naked eye.

As for the old man, he also stared at the middle-aged man. After a while, he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Are you the so-called worshiper of the Principality of Dro, Pullens?"

In fact, it is not difficult to guess, because in the entire Principality of Dro, how many people can ride the wind? It seems that only Purunc, the ultimate weapon of the Principality of Dro...

"What do you mean by offering?" Pruns' forehead was visibly bulging with veins. "Even if what you said is correct, then may I ask which cesspool did you come from, this maggot?"

It was obvious that neither of them was the type to be polite, and sparks flew after just a few words.

"Maggot? Hahahahaha! Well said!" The dirty old man absorbed enough energy from the garbage dump and became obviously arrogant: "I am the most humble maggot under the command of the noble, great and beautiful Goddess Helen! And you? You are an unfaithful running dog of the country governed by the goddess! Hahahaha!"

Pruns' entire body was shaking, and it was obvious that he was about to be unable to suppress his anger.

"Your Principality of Dro, your fingernail is bigger than your country! You are so lucky to be illuminated by the light of the Goddess's kingdom! You should cherish it!" Then the dirty old man took on the attitude of a master, pointed at a certain place and said to Pruns: "Come on! Show your loyalty as a running dog! Kill this fire attribute person that Goddess Helen hates the most!"

Prance followed the finger of the dirty old man and his eyes finally met Jacques.

Jacques immediately felt a huge pressure on him. He took a deep breath, straightened his chest and glared back, and took a step forward to show that he was not at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

"Oh? He is the unidentified pseudo-blasphemer? The properties of this battle armor seem very interesting..." Pullens' eyes flashed with a gleam of light: "For strategic reasons, we are allies with the Trojan Federation. It is more in line with political interests to join forces with this maggot to eliminate that kid. Mei, what do you think? Why are you pinching your nose?"

"This thing stinks... Lord Pruns, can't you smell it?" Mei asked back in a soft voice.

"Oh? Is it smelly?" Pruns touched his nose. "I've been on the front line for a long time, so I'm used to the smell of rotting corpses, poison, and body odor. I didn't pay much attention to it." Then he sniffed hard. "Wow, it's really strong, a bit disgusting. But I think the stench of his character is even stronger."

Pullens' eyes rolled around. Although he was a carefree man, it didn't mean he was an idiot. He briefly evaluated the strength of Jacques and the dirty water old man, and thought to himself: "If the battle really gets serious, although this guy is a fire attribute restrained by the water attribute, the fire is domineering enough, which should be enough to burn the maggots to ashes. Why hasn't the winner been decided yet? I'm afraid this maggot has some strange abilities..." He quietly observed the surroundings and found that the ground was full of the body parts of the poisonous water man and pus and sewage. The dirty water old man was standing in the garbage dump again: "This guy can probably improve his strength by absorbing dirty water... In this case, I'm afraid these dead bodies and dirty water on the ground can become his clones, and he can't be killed..."