Water and Fire Twins Magician

"Water Ball Technique!"

In a hurry, Jacques instinctively used the water ball technique. Water balls with a diameter of several meters were continuously shot into the air, then fell into the sea of ​​fire and exploded.

After working from noon to dusk, the fire was finally put out. Jacques released hundreds of water balls, greatly breaking his previous record.

At this time, he had collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Paul smiled, because almost all the monsters within a two-kilometer radius were burned to death, and the ashes were covered with monster crystal cores. All he had to do was pick them up.

"Hehe, Lord Jacques is really generous. He even set fire to the mountain for me. Although this is wrong, I can fully feel your burning love. It really makes me obsessed, floating in ecstasy, and unable to stop..." Paul's flattery was like Jacques' water polo technique.

Jacques was speechless. It was impossible for him to burn the mountain on purpose. It was just that the sword of Marsala got out of control for a moment and caused the disastrous consequences.

"But I can actually use water polo..." Jacques muttered to himself, "I always thought that water and fire are two elements that are absolutely incompatible."

"This is just a deeply rooted idea of ​​some people." Gandalf said, "You have personally verified the error of this theory."

And ever since the Sword of Marsala got out of control once, it seems to have become difficult to control.

When Jacques wanted to attack a weaker monster, the sword would become heavy and dull, putting Jacques in danger and in a very embarrassing situation. When he encountered a stronger monster, the sword became extremely aggressive. Although it was very easy to use, the sword also produced a strong suction force, as if it wanted to suck all of Jacques' magic power.

Moreover, when the battle was fierce, the sword would involuntarily spit out flames, and several times it almost ignited the nearby trees.

"This means that the sword has not yet fully recognized your strength." Gandalf explained: "A good weapon will maintain its spirituality and power by absorbing the magic power of its master. This is a normal phenomenon. But you must be able to control it freely. You control it instead of it controlling you. Only in this way can its power be maximized. However, there are too many flammable materials in this place. Don't use it for the time being. Wait until you get to an open place, and then you can train it properly."

"Yes, this great forest cannot be destroyed because of me." Jacques tore off a piece of bark from a dead tree at his feet, wrapped the sword of Marsala in it, and tied it to his back. Then he chose a branch that was slightly longer than his height and had good toughness, and used it as a stick.

Jacques had learned some gun skills in the Masala garrison before, and he recalled the Shaolin stick techniques he had seen in movies and TV shows in his previous life. He made some improvements on his own, and after repeated practice, he was able to perform it in a similar manner. However, at that time, he practiced more karate and Muay Thai, and had few opportunities to use sticks. But in this dense forest with lush branches and leaves, medium-range sticks combined with long-range water polo techniques are more suitable than close combat.

In comparison, the second matter, although not so urgent, the hidden risks should not be underestimated. It is the "goddess's robe".

Strictly speaking, the series of crises encountered in Marsala were all caused by this robe.

Since successfully escaping from Marsala, Paul could not wait to remove his left eye, take out the robe from inside, and then smell it carefully, back and forth several times.

"Mmm... hehehe... the fragrance of the goddess... what can these sanctuary gods of Troy do to me? Is there anyone who can stop me, Cardinal Paul, from getting what I want?"

"We have become accomplices of this pervert." Jacques and Gandalf felt disgusted.

Jacques reached out and snatched the half robe, crumpled it into a ball, then looked around, trying to find a cliff or waterfall to throw the thing away.

"Ah my! What do you want to do!" Paul jumped up and down nervously.

"Hasn't this thing caused us enough trouble? Why do we still keep it?"

"Absolutely not! This is a treasure that I obtained at the cost of my own flesh and blood! If I just throw it away, won't all my efforts go to waste?" Paul shouted, "This is the Saxon Empire, which is irreconcilable with the Trojan Federation. There is no way those rubbish can chase us here."

"Isn't there still Poseidon who blasted you into pieces?"

"If Poseidon dares to invade, it means that the two countries are at war." Paul had an obscene smile on his face.

Jacques' heart skipped a beat: Is this guy's real purpose to cause a war between the two countries?