Fawkes's face suddenly shriveled and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, from a young man who looked like he was in his twenties to a middle-aged man in his sixties.

"This chain was searched from the territory of the Ankru family, as the Fawkes family has been fighting with their family for hundreds of years, do you think I don't know how to use this thing?" Fawkes sneered and raised his arm, and the huge magic power of the fourth-level mage was mobilized and poured into the chain.

"Click!" The chains opened with a huge amount of magic pouring in.

"Fire!" Roland yelled, aiming at Fawkes and shooting straight out.

"Bang bang bang bang ......"

"I've guessed this a long time ago!Magic Shield!Petrification!" Fawkes grinned at the corners of his mouth, covering himself with the magic shield he had prepared, and adding a layer of petrification to himself, and his body was as hard as a stone.

Although the soldiers' bullets were all enchanted, and after successfully penetrating the magic shield, they crackled on the petrified Fawkes, making a sound of gold and stone handing over, but they did not cause much damage to Fawkes.

"Gan! It's a melee mage's petrification, and it's a bit of a problem. Roland spat hard.

"I told you, I'm a melee mage while cultivating both Blazing and Tempest! Fawkes flexed, "Well, now it's my turn!"

"All retreat!" Roland felt the terrifying elemental storm coming from Fawkes, his face changed, and he immediately ordered the soldiers to retreat.

"It's too late! Flame Grip!"

"Whew!" a large hand made of flames appeared out of thin air and quickly grabbed Roland, it seemed that Fawkes did not intend to cause too many casualties, the strength of this flame grip would only burn Roland's skin at most.

"Gan!" Roland was not stunned, rolled on the spot, and hid to the side.

"Coldsnap!"

While practicing marksmanship, Roland's cultivation of fighting spirit has never fallen, and after many bloody battles, Roland has now officially become a mid-level warrior, and he will not fall behind against melee mages at this distance.

A cold fighting aura burst out from Roland's body, converging into a blue air stream visible to the naked eye, blowing towards the "Flame Grip" that was chasing after him.

The two forces collided and exploded directly in mid-air, dropping water droplets on the ground, and the furious elements disappeared into invisibility.

"You'll regret your decision! Even if it's a melee mage, even if it's one level higher than me, I'm confident that I can finish you off in twenty rounds!" Roland stabilized his balance, staring at Fawkes with a fierce look in his eyes, and the fighting energy in his body was also mobilizing while his mouth was on the line.

"Then let's try it, eat my 'Flame Explosion Technique'!"

After speaking, Fawkes once again burst out and hurt people, shouting the spell of "Flame Blast", but brandished a thick wooden stick that he picked up from the ground, with a layer of flame attached to it, and smashed it down on Roland.

"you!"

Roland turned his back and smashed the stick on his back, then turned around with the pain of the fire, and hit Fawkes in the face with an old punch.

The power of this punch was so great that even the melee mage Fox, who had added "petrification" to himself, was beaten to pieces.

Of course, Roland also felt like he had been hit on a stone, and his hand bones ached.

"One of Nima's mages is still hitting me in the face?

Taking advantage of Fawkes's stunned face by this punch, Roland picked up the rifle that fell to the ground despite his own pain, brandished the butt and slammed it into Fawkes's face.

"Come on, no matter how crazy you are, I'll make you regret it!" Roland shouted as he smashed it, and the hard butt of the gun was smashed into several gaps.

Fawkes was also uncomfortable, the petrified layer on his face had been smashed and peeled off, his face was covered with his own blood, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and three or four teeth were missing.

"Flame ...... Flame, Flame Burst ......" Fawkes, who fell to the ground, slurred something, and the surrounding fiery elements began to riot again.

"Yan Nima!" Roland, as a frost-based warrior, has a good sense of the flame element, and he also heard the words from Fawkes's mouth.

So Roland stood up, grasped the barrel of his rifle, held it upside down in the same position as if he were playing golf on earth, and swung it violently.

"Bang!" the solid wood enchanted butt made close contact with Fawkes's head, interrupting it physically before its final cast step was complete.

The effect is very good, and the customer is satisfied with the words!

After "Huhu ......" settled all this, Roland threw the gun aside, and sat down next to Fawkes on the spot, quickly took out a bottle of potion and poured it on his back to treat the wound.

"Oh~comfortable!" Roland, who was healing, made a strange sound.

As for the "Vulcan" heavy machine gun in the distance, although it did not say anything about this sudden battle, at least its existence was the greatest peace of mind for the soldiers.

It's not that the soldiers operating the "Vulcan" don't want to help, but the two sides of the battle just now are too close to each other, and the "Vulcan" can't guarantee that he won't accidentally injure allies when firing, so he can only wait for the result of the battle, and if his side loses, then he has to fire even if he doesn't fire.

But fortunately, in just a few tens of seconds, the battle was decided, and it ended with the victory of Commander Roland, and the "Vulcan" side was also relieved.

"Regiment Commander! Division Commander Simon personally brought people over!"

Just as Roland was treating himself with a simple wound, Simon also arrived with someone.

"Roland, how are you?" As soon as the herald arrived, Simon followed him.

"The spread of the wound has been controlled, the bleeding has stopped, and I can't die for the time being, I don't have to worry about it, Commander, hiss!" Roland grinned, but the large burn wound behind him still made him throb in pain.

"Your entire back is burned, looking at the wound style, it is estimated that it was burned by the 'Hell Fire', fortunately, the wound was treated quickly, otherwise she would slowly burn your fighting spirit, it doesn't seem to be a big deal now, go to Dr. Sunia for two stays!" Charles examined Roland's wound and said calmly.

"Isn't Dr. Sunia taking care of the patients in the quarantine area?" Roland had a question mark on his head.

"Although Dr. Sunia took some apprentices to fight in the quarantine area, he still left behind enough apprentices and auxiliary physicians to keep the field hospital running. Sure Roland was okay, Simon stood up.

"This guy is the mastermind behind the riots? Simon looked at Fox lying on the ground and smiled, "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"No, I collected some strength in the last hit, otherwise he would have been gone. ”

"Very well, take the high-grade transcendent chains and the high-purity forbidden demon iron and arrange for him! Take him to the interrogation room, and I will interrogate him myself!"