Of the various schools of magicians, fire is one of the most violent, destructive, and destructive.

Especially after reaching the advanced level, the fire mage who has mastered the area damage spell pours out death and flames to his heart's content, the "meteor fire rain" falls from the sky, the "earth fire dragon bursts" surges out, and the "purgatory fire sea" burns everything...... It is simply the most terrifying firepower output point on the battlefield.

However, after the Violet War, the mage camp on the continent gradually declined, and the magicians that adventurers could encounter were scarce, and they were mainly apprentices and low-level. Even if it was the strongest country on the continent like the Snowton Empire, only the two great magicians Haji and Bilanoo were used by the empire, and the number of other powerful high-level magicians can be imagined.

Therefore, the mercenaries who were ambushed near the low mountain, even if they had been weathered for a long time, were not mentally prepared enough for the destructive power of a high-level fire technique.

However, when they shouted "Life and death, wealth is in the sky" and rushed towards the carriage in the post road, the magician sitting on the roof of the carriage did not put up any resistance at all. Even Fletcher, who was hiding behind the most ugly, couldn't help but have an illusion, could the other party just be caught?

He crept out of his hiding place with some anxiety, creeping forward, but an inexplicable instinct always reminded of something. He glanced up at the carriage and the silent figure in the distance, and hesitated for a moment.

This hesitation saved his life.

The leaders of the mercenaries at the front were already within a few steps of the carriage, and they were about to approach their target, but the ecstasy on their faces suddenly froze. With a sudden, they fell to the ground as if they had been drugged, and the warriors who followed behind them also fell. But there was nothing around them.

Only Fletcher, who was a little farther away, suddenly felt a heat wave coming, and when he looked at it again, he found that not far in front of him had become faint. It's like air in high temperatures, and it's becoming distorted. And in that area, colorless flames suddenly appeared from the mouths and nostrils of the fallen mercenary soldiers, and they were incinerated to ashes in an instant.

The circle area centered on the carriage became shadowy in an instant, as if a high-temperature area had formed out of thin air. The mercenary warriors who stepped on it all rolled to the ground and were burned to ashes in a few moments. Although I don't know where the principle of the road is. But this must be the ghost of that magician, but with such a powerful force, why didn't the message released by the Matro family mention it at all?

"This ...... This is ......" Seeing hundreds of powerful mercenary warriors turn into white ash in a few moments, Fletcher, who was embellished in the darkest place, felt a chill all over his body, and couldn't help but gasp. I was less than ten paces away from that area, and if I hadn't hesitated for a moment, I was afraid that I would have ended up exactly like them.

"This is the 'Molten Field'. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of response in the distance. Fletcher looked at it in horror, and realized that it was the magician on the roof of the car who spoke.

He subconsciously took a step back. Gripping the weapon at his waist.

"Come here. The voice came again, and Fletcher subconsciously pointed at himself and said in a trembling voice, "I...... Me?"

"That's you," Allegri frowned, a hint of impatience in his tone. "Come here. ”

"Yes...... But this ......" Fletcher subconsciously pointed to the "Molten Field" in front of him, but was surprised to find that there was nothing in front of him except a piece of ashes.

He walked to the carriage tremblingly, the white ash on his boots making him even more frightened.

"What's your name?" Allegri bowed his head. Look at him.

"Phosph...... Fletcher. Fletcher replied with a steady.

"Do you know how many people are going to hunt me down?" Allegri stared at the middle-aged man dressed as a mercenary, he was about thirty or forty years old, his outfit was quite neat, and his appearance was quite handsome, but it was a pity that a pair of drooping eyebrows made him look unlucky.

"There are a lot of them, but the pursuers in this area are all gathered here, and no one will come anytime soon. Fletcher thought for a moment.

"And do you know how to drive?" Allegri glanced at him.

"Yes, yes!" Fletcher nodded, as if he wasn't going to roast himself like those mercenaries.

"Evelola?" Allegri said as he ignored him and jumped out of the carriage and turned to the elven girl, "There must be a lot of pursuers coming up from behind, and the carriage can't outrun the cavalry, so we have to find a way." ”

"Hmm...... What can I do then?" Evelola also nodded, frowning and thinking, Allegri's mana reserves were getting dwindling and dwindling, and sooner or later he would be exhausted if he wanted to fight against so many pursuers.

"Well, then, you ride and lead Illo," Allegri said categorically, after a moment's thought, "I'll stay behind to stop the pursuers." ”

"Yes...... You ......" The elven girl hesitated.

"As long as you can escape with Illo, it's easy for me to get rid of them," Allegri reassured, "Time is precious, so what's the point of hesitation?"

"That'...... All right. Evelola nodded. She also knew that if this continued, the more the news spread, the more pursuers would be, and Allegri's magic reserves were so much, and in the end, she could only exhaust her strength in the endless tide of pursuers, and she would be reduced to a chopping block.

She beckoned, and a few elven sentries helped Illo onto his horse, carefully arranging the proper departure.

"Then be careful, we will meet at the edge of the Moonsong Forest. Evelora whispered, stepping on her horse.

"Alright," Allegri nodded casually and turned away, "I'll see you then." ”

Ephrola wanted to say something, but when she saw Allegri turn around, she could only shake her head, whispered "Then I'll go, see you then" and then slapped her horse and led a few elven sentries to set off.

In order to hide their eyes, they avoided the post road and galloped along the flat field.

It wasn't long before there was only a lone carriage left on the empty post road.

The horses pulling the cart kicked restlessly and neighed lowly, and Fletcher stood honestly aside, only his eyes still dripping.

"What's your name?" Allegri turned as Evelola and the others walked away.

"Little Fletcher. He nodded in reply, but with his eight-figure eyebrows, he looked quite happy.

"Drive, don't go too fast. Allegri commanded, and sat down in the second seat of the carriage.

"Yes, yes. Fletcher hurriedly climbed into the carriage and picked up the whip.

"Walk along the post road. The carriage began to move again, and Allegri pondered for a moment, then suddenly twisted his fingers, and a trace of pure flame burned, gradually twisting and transforming into a flame seed.

Fletcher glanced at the corner of his eye, and was wondering a little, when he suddenly felt the magician suddenly pat his shoulder, and a stream of heat poured into his body from the slap, and finally settled in the lower abdomen, like a small faint burning flame, exuding a warm feeling, clearly recognizable.

"This ...... What is this?" asked Fletcher, stammering.

"Nothing. Allegri shook his head and said lightly.

Nothing is the hell, Fletcher secretly slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only secretly curse and drive the carriage towards due south.

Hundreds of miles south of this place, the city of Bieber.

Unlike Papan, the ruler of Biber was not a family, but it was also a large merchant group. Moreover, compared with the local giants such as the Matro family business group, the "Flywheel" business group is larger and more powerful. It has a large number of transportation routes across the continent, and is an important member of the Supreme Council of the Torm Federation, as well as one of the top trade associations in the Federation.

The Flywheel trade community owns several territories throughout the Federation, and Bieber City is one of them. The city was the most important center of commerce and trade in the south of Torm, bordering the Kingdom of the Low Elves to the south, and was a hub for trade between humans and elves.

"Master Grand, I didn't expect you to come to Bieber City to inspect in person?" In the same central and southern region, the Matro family and the "Flywheel" merchant group have also been friends for generations, as soon as they received the message from the head of the family, the representative of the Matro family in Bieber City hurried to the city lord's mansion under the control of the "Flywheel" merchant group.

"It turned out to be Mr. Anthony of the Matrow family," Grande smiled and welcomed him in, "There has been some business here lately, and the merchant group has taken it very seriously, so I stopped by to have a look." ”

The two sides sat down to greet each other for a while, and Anthony said in a deep voice, "Young Master Grand, I don't need to hide it from you, I came here to ask for something." ”

"Oh?" Grande was slightly stunned, the cooperation between the two sides was limited to business, and this kind of private request was very rare, after all, the Matro family was also a powerful party, and there was rarely anything that would stump them. He smiled, "Mr. Anthony, even if you say it, we will definitely help you." ”

"That's right," Anthony said in a low voice, "a descendant of the family had a conflict with a magician outside Papan and was slaughtered by them, and then the family's private soldiers chased after him, but they ignored them and killed them all......"

"Is there such a thing?" Listening to Anthony's description, Grand was a little incredulous, and immediately understood the purpose of the other party's coming to him, this kind of thing is indeed an undying grudge. Grand, who was shrewd, understood the trick after a little thought, and asked, "Does the sir, mean, that the magician fled in the direction of Bieber?"

"Yes," Anthony nodded, pleading, "In Bieber City, I'm afraid that no one will be able to escape the control of your merchant group, and we hope to get the help of the 'Flywheel', and we will be rewarded." ”

"I see," Gran nodded, and immediately agreed, it was not a difficult choice for him, "Sir, don't worry, I'll send someone to mobilize the army." (To be continued......)

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