Two small fiery fireballs flew towards the beast one after the other, and although they were nimble enough to dodge, they stopped its advance. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The stranger did not slack off, and once again concentrated on condensing a new fireball.

The beast seemed to be a little afraid of the flames, and it lingered at a certain distance, its two big bull-like eyes staring at the two humans in front of it, and its mouth was even more whirring and moaning.

Leon looked at the stranger's back in amazement, and the scorching heat of the flame made him feel his face being roasted. "This person should be the magician who manipulated the elemental power that Uncle Luo said. It turns out that he can condense magic in an instant. Leon muttered in his heart, and he watched as the strange magician threw the fireball at the beast again, and then a new fireball appeared on the palm of the hand he had just withdrawn, and then threw it out again.

And so on and so forth, and the magician's hands fell together into a fireball that shot out at a rapid pace, and the frequency became faster and faster. Although the beast moved quickly, it could not withstand this series of attacks. It kept dodging, but it was finally hit by two fireballs, and the thick hair at the contact site was instantly ignited. The beast let out a strange cry of terror and flopped in panic, its movements slowing down.

Seeing this, the magician fixed his body in a lunge, his right palm flung behind him, and his five fingers bent hard. His body shook with his charge, and with a long scold, a huge flame floated above the magician's right hand. The rolling heat wave forced Leon behind him to take several steps back.

As if it was caught in the palm of his hand, the flames drifted through the air with the movement of his right hand. Finally, under the slamming blow of the magician, like a roaring lion, it quickly pounced. A huge wave of flames completely engulfed the beast's massive body, and a low groan of pain kept coming. As if trying to make the final blow before dying, it staggered towards the two humans with the flames around it.

At this moment, a sudden "whoosh" of cold light hit the beast, and it staggered a few times before falling to the ground.

Both Leon and the magician looked at the place where the bow and arrow had been fired, and saw a female elf standing at the very edge of the top of the hill in a shooting position.

After confirming that the beast would never move again, the female elf put away her bow and arrows and walked over with a cold expression.

"Featherwing, what kind of monster is this beast?" Leon asked, staring at the burning corpse.

"Monster Mammoth!" the elf replied, her eyes glaring at the stranger in front of Leon. She quickly dodged between the two men, blocking Leon behind her, and the dagger at her waist flickered around the stranger's neck.

"Say, who are you?" said in a menacing tone, as if he would immediately cut the throat in front of the dagger at the slightest dissatisfaction.

The stranger felt a chill on his neck, and his face instantly turned blue. "I... Demon... No.. Not. Other... His eyes looked down in horror at the dagger glowing with cold light, and he uttered a complete sentence for a long time.

"He's a magician, he doesn't seem to speak very quickly, he's here to kill mammoths! Not a bad guy, no malice, don't get me wrong!" Leon, who was listening anxiously behind him, said all the meaning that the stranger wanted to express in one breath. The idiot magician nodded desperately.

Leon stopped him and warmly invited him to his cave, and the mage, who was already tired and hungry, did not refuse. Arriving in the cave, the three of them sat down around the rising fire.

After gulping down the water and frantically nibbling on the mammoth barbecue, the magician let out a long, loud burp and touched his bulging belly with satisfaction. Accidentally colliding with the slightly hostile fierce eyes of the wings, he timidly restrained his expression and turned to the enthusiastic knight to tell him where he had come from.

"I... My name is.. It's called Arafat, and it's from... Duchy of Virginia ... ”

It's not a very long story, but it's darkened by this obsessive magician named Arafat. Perhaps an apology for a hasty attack, Leon yawned and listened patiently, and finally heard the end of the story before he almost fell asleep.

It turned out that this Arafat was originally a torchbearer of a watchtower in the Principality of Virginia, who was responsible for watching over the barbarian zone and lighting beacons at critical moments. As if he had been abandoned, he was alone for many years and could only be accompanied by the fire that could not be extinguished, and he inadvertently penetrated the mystery of the flame element, and could summon flames in the palm of his hand out of thin air. Since then, he has been practicing for many years, and now he can use this magic skillfully.

Two years ago, the temporary torchbearer who was supposed to come to replace him did not appear for a long time, and when he ran out of ammunition and food, he had to leave his post and go down the mountain without permission. After several days of trekking and climbing mountains, he finally arrived in the town where he used to receive his salary and supplies, only to find that it had been overrun by the dungeons. It was later learned that the Duchy of Virginia had long since ceased to exist.

Since then he has wandered among the barbarians, and has hunted the most flame-fearing mammoths as a way to increase his strength. This time, he tracked the mammoth here, trying to climb up to the top to find the way, but accidentally ran into Leon. That's how it happened.

After hearing this, Feather Wing snorted coldly, and said in an extremely unfriendly tone: "A thin magician, in the land full of dangers, has been safe for 2 years, who would believe it?"

The hostility of the female elf did not disappoint Arafat, who had been isolated since he was a child, and who had never had friends, and his indifferent eyes around him had long been commonplace. However, out of polite response, he still stood up resolutely, took a light breath, and then suddenly exerted force, and the flames began to spread rapidly from the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he wrapped his whole body.

"That's what you're using to intimidate outside threats!" Leon looked at the "Burning Man", guessing that this was a trick to make the enemy retreat. Indeed, the flames around you are not really lethal, but they are an excellent skill for bluffing.

Arafat withdrew the flames, cracked his mouth and smiled implicitly, nodding his head in correctness.

Feather Wing gave a strange expression and turned her head away in disdain. On the contrary, Leon has a good impression of this magician who is even more stupid than he looks. He stood up, patted Arafat on the shoulder, and said in an extremely solemn tone: "The perennial loneliness must make you very lonely! If you don't dislike it, you can stay and be our companion!"

"I,,But... Arafat's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity.

"Of course not!" replied Featherwings. She glared at the stunned magician, then turned to Leon and said, "This man is of unknown origin, and he can't be allowed to stay here." ”

"No, I think, he's very sincere and a trustworthy companion!"

The magician looked at the knight gratefully, and then secretly glanced at the angry female elf, and his heart was a little uneasy, but just as he hesitated, he was completely conquered by a reassurance from Leon.

"The continent is in the midst of a dire war, with people uprooted, displaced, separated and enslaved. We should all the more unite all the forces that can be united! As long as you have a righteous heart, I, Lyon, am willing to be friends of life and death with you! Arafat, are you willing to be my companion and dedicate your life to the cause of justice?"

What a real man with affection and righteousness! The knight in front of him exuded a sense of majesty that did not match his age at all. His righteous tone and serious expression made his blood rush to his heart. There is a very touching sense of affinity in the sentence, and it is really good to be a companion of life and death!

The magician rubbed his slightly moist eyes, and replied vigorously with excitement, "I... I do!