Walking alone in the wilderness full of dangers, not afraid of wild beasts, not afraid of people with bad intentions, even if you are alone in dozens or hundreds of people, your momentum does not show weakness. Although he is just over a meter tall and looks like an underage child, his temperament has an indescribable stability.

The red-haired boy, who was just over a meter tall, and the proboscis beast at his feet came to an overgrown field.

Turning his head to look at the city of Gulunhar, the boy jumped down the sunken slope of the field, and the soles of his feet slipped and fell with dust. And before he could slide to the bottom, a dull whistling sound suddenly broke through the surface of the earth, and smashed towards the boy.

Leaning over, the corners of the boy's mouth hooked into a sneer, and he turned sideways to dodge the thrown axe.

The moment he lowered his body, a long sword shot from his back.

When he landed, the boy turned around and clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Yes, the reaction is quite fast." ”

Jory, who had emerged from the soil, took a sip and responded to the boy by slamming another weapon he had grabbed from his baggage.

The boy's eyes were instantly red, his eyes seemed to be burning, and he threw a fist, but the delicate fist was extremely ferocious and smashed against the whirling mace.

The field erupted in flames at night, followed by a long silence.

With a huge plate axe more than half a meter long in his left hand and a heavy cross sword in his right hand, Jory held these two weapons and looked at the boy without fear.

A strange flower with a milky white halo slowly landed on Jori's shoulder. Holding the white flower, it stood motionless on Jory's shoulder, staring at the boy warily.

The red-haired boy sneered and withdrew his fist, his eyes swept over the thing on Jory's shoulder, and his childish voice said, "No matter what method you use to subdue 'it', it's not something you can have, for the sake of your life, before I change my mind, hand it over myself." ”

"Why don't you get out of here before I change my mind?" Jory asked rhetorically.

The strange boy in front of him, what he wants is a strange flower to hug a little bit. This strange flower gave a little bit, and Jory didn't feel much discomfort, because in his subconscious, a little bit is his possessions, and what he has is also his thing.

But it's different on someone else, not to mention a seemingly extraordinary strange plant, even if a gold coin is taken away by someone else, Jory's heart will not be comfortable.

As soon as he saw the other party open his mouth to ask for something from him, he fought with this boy before the opening, which was already a relatively calm performance of Jory.

is obviously a child's appearance, and there is a mature and concise temperament in the boy's eyes, but it is with a little veterans who have been in the world for a long time. The temperature around him gradually increased, and his eyes were incomparably bright.

"You don't accept good words, it seems that we both like another way of communicating."

Scold!

The boy who lunged at Jory and threw a merciless punch at Jory, his immature fist slamming into the board axe that Jory was defending against.

Not only did the boy press his flesh-and-blood fist against the blade of the axe, but he also overpowered Jory.

"You, too tender! Drink—"

The other hand that was swung out grabbed the plate axe, and the boy's hands erupted into a scorching heat, and the mortal iron of the plate axe was red by the temperature in an instant, and it was extremely hot to the end!

Pressed back a few steps by the little kid who was no more than his chest height, Jory suddenly felt the axe in his hand be extremely hot, and he immediately sneered, and his eyes flashed with a bright yellow soul light.

The heart returns to the soul, the heart of the molten fire!

Play with fire? Jory's Molten Heart doesn't allow him to be burned by the flames casually, and he can absorb the flames' energy for his own use. The axe, which had been burned red by the heat, did not let Jory let go, the temperature that could ignite the dead wood, and he just felt the temperature in his hand just warm at this time.

"You ......"

Contrary to what he had expected, the boy's eyes widened a little, and he forgot to increase the strength of his hands for a moment due to the distraction of his surprise.

How could Jory be indifferent at such a moment, he raised his leg and kicked the boy in the abdomen, grabbed the axe with both hands and pulled it out of the boy's hand, raised the plate axe and slashed it towards the top of the boy's head.

Hastily dodging Jory's axe, the boy lunged sideways, his elbow slammed into Jory's stomach, he seemed to have some kind of special strength, able to attach fire and heat to his own punch and kick, and he smashed into Jory's abdomen elbow joint, inevitably bursting with sparks and heat.

Jory snapped back in pain, and he looked down at the clothes on his abdomen, which were already charred and twisted, and filled with a pungent smell of burning.

However, Jory didn't feel any pain from being burned, but felt a warm air flow in his stomach.

The boy's face gradually turned strange.

"Haha, I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm a newcomer who has only been in the world of Castlevania for less than a month, a pink newcomer." Jory suddenly changed his cold face, and grinned unexpectedly: "I'm a newcomer who doesn't understand your unspoken rules, and I don't know much about talking, if I was slightly offended before......" Speaking of this, Jory paused.

The hostility shown by the boy just now subsided a little, and he showed a look of some surprise, and as Jory laughed uncharacteristically, the boy's strange look, his eyes gradually became like a hungry wolf looking at fresh meat.

Hearing Jory's hearty laughter, the boy said with a strange expression: "Newcomer, I know what you said, let me ask you, are you ...... flames?"

“…… If you are slightly offended before him. Mom came and beat me! Jory immediately interrupted the boy, and after he finished his sentence, he arrogantly raised two heavy weapons.

"Hmmm......"

Hearing Jory's obviously mocking words, the boy not only did not get angry, but touched his chin, and actually thought deeply, his eyes looked up and down with an extremely strange meaning.

Looking at Jory's arrogant attitude, the boy said to himself very deeply: "A fiery temper, a character that does not play cards according to common sense, and a naughty tone ......"

Clenched into a fist, the boy's hand rose into a bright fire, like a solid flame blooming on the surface of the skin. His expressionless face turned to Jory.

Suddenly, Jory felt a little wrong.

Bright flames, flowing like magma on the boy's fist, he looked at Jory and laughed lowly, "Meteor Burst Fist...... Hehe, you don't want to die. ”

In the next moment, in the field under the night, it seemed as if a scorching flame meteor had crossed it.

The speed of the lightning flint in the blink of an eye was like a flash in the pan of a dazzling meteor, and when the scorching fire disappeared, the fields and grasses suddenly rose into an explosive sea of fire.

The boy, who was a few meters away a moment ago, appeared below Jory as if he were teleporting. His fist backlashed into Jory's lower abdomen, and the flames that exploded formed a rippling shockwave.

"Boom-"

The ground in a radius of more than twenty meters was licked by the savage flames, and there were scorch marks everywhere, and large areas of weeds had been crushed in the explosive flame impact before they were burned to ashes.

Jory's body bent up like a shrimp, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt down with a flushed face, holding his abdomen and trembling continuously.

The cramping pain in the heart seems to be stirring the fragile organs in the stomach, and the pain caused is not something ordinary people can imagine, and it is also unbearable for ordinary people, even if Jory has the advantage of the plague serum to weaken his sense of pain, he is still covered in cold sweat, not to mention immediately getting up to fight back against the boy in front of him less than half a meter away, he is very difficult to stand up.

If it was just an ordinary physical attack, at this moment, there was an extremely scorching energy raging in Jori's body, especially the abdomen that had been attacked, and the scorching heat seemed to burn his body from the inside out, and then burst his body in a violent way.

Even the Molten Heart would not be able to resist such a violent scorching energy! What's more, Jory's time to contact the heart of the molten fire is still very short, which is evaluated as the growth soul of Samsung, which is still in the bud.

"Wow-"

Feeling a scorching energy rushing upwards from his body, Jory instinctively opened his mouth and spit it out.

A large mouthful of viscous blood spurted out of Jory's mouth and fell to the ground, and the moment it touched the ground, the blood had already burned out of flames on its own!

"You ......"

Seeing that Jory had taken a punch from himself, he was only seriously injured and vomited blood, and his body had not been directly blown to pieces, the boy lowered his fist and looked at Jory incredulously. The strength of his punch is not the power of the physical attack, but the power of the flame that he is proud of, and the killing power of his punch is the bursting flame.

But now, a "newcomer" like Jory withstood his fierce punch and did not die in the bursting flames.

…… Why is this happening?

"Boy." The boy's exit was an old-fashioned tone, and he directly called Jory 'boy'. There was a hint of joy in his astonished gaze, and he looked at Jory with burning eyes, and asked, "Do you know the 'Fire Hunter'?" ”

"I ...... Ahem......"

Jory slumped to the ground, his body instinctively retreating, his stubborn gaze staring at the boy for a moment.

There is no compromise at all.

If it was for someone else, Jori might beg for mercy and just for his life. But from the boy's words just now, he heard that the boy came for a little strange flower in his arms. Snatch a little bit of flowers, or snatch Jory's booty, will he agree?

Grab his stuff, compromise?

No way!

"I'll talk about the 'Poetry of the Most' later, tell me first, what is your dark talent, is it flame?" The boy asked, with some urgency.