dark Fire
Hearing the name of this thing, Gerald turned and ran without any hesitation or hesitation.
How powerful they are, Gerald himself knows all too well...
Because this batch of black fire was sold to Viscount Barber by Gerald.
Unexpectedly, the door was opened from the inside. A thin young man with a black fire bucket in his right hand and a lighted torch in his left hand wanted to rush out with a confused expression on his face.
He had no idea how the other party realized the problem.
Considering that Gerald has the ability of mind control, the wandering child made a wide circle of vision. It took more than half an hour to carefully walk back to the door without being noticed by anyone in the Viscount's mansion.
But he was found anyway!
"Wait, don't run—"
But the kid just opened the door.
The mind-controlled guard aimed at the black fire barrel in the child's hand without hesitation, and shot it out!
The high-speed spinning buckshot hit the wooden barrel full of black fire without any suspense at a distance of less than ten meters!
boom-! !
The air wave agitated.
The scorched heat roared, and a huge fire burst out, engulfing the child and the guard who fired the gun at the same time!
But this is just the beginning.
At the moment of the flame explosion, the temperature in the air began to rise abnormally.
Immediately afterwards, those black fire barrels buried nearby were also ignited.
The ground fire exploded like a fountain!
Viscous dark brown flames spewed out, exploded in the air and shattered into countless fine liquid droplets, which attached to the building and continued to burn.
Flames steaming with terrifying black smoke surged from all directions, completely igniting the Viscount's mansion in an instant!
Explosion followed by explosion, and the fire ignited a new fire, condensing into an extremely dense line of fire—if you look down from the top, you can clearly see two rapidly spreading fire snakes spreading outward, covering the entire courtyard. wrapped in it.
"… Ah."
Gerald looked at the black flames that ignited in front of his eyes, covering the final passage, and stopped in regret.
Still five seconds late.
If that person didn't open the door in such a hurry, but was killed inside the door five seconds later, then the timing was just right.
He was just barely able to escape safely.
Not trapped in such a narrow space, but into the wide streets... into the home environment where he can use his strength at will to control people's hearts on a large scale.
The trick that Gerald didn't even see his face clearly, although it seemed useless, bought time with his life.
"Salvatore, you are plotting against me!"
Standing in the middle of the fire, he shouted fearlessly: "And you—
"You counterfeit, counterfeit! You all come out!"
Only Gerald knew that these black fires were actually defective products.
It is not the transformed creation of the well-known great wizard Benjamin, but just a nominal product... that is, the kind that says "Maker: Benjamin", but it is actually a defective product made by his apprentices.
However, for some special reason, its value is higher than the real thing.
Black fire is a very unstable and dangerous transformation creation—not only high temperature, but also violent impact or vibration may cause an explosion. It is usually used for siege, defense, or to prevent the opposing cavalry from charging.
Therefore, black fire sensitivity is very important.
It is best to make the shallow black fire explode due to violent vibration when the cavalry regiment passes by.
But because of its creator Salvatore's curse, this batch of black fires was directly blunt. Not only can it not be detonated when the cavalry pass by, but even if it is hit hard with a hammer, it may not be able to explode.
Very incompetent as a hazardous explosive, it turned out to be a potent viscous incendiary.
Not only Benjamin... even Salvatore himself didn't think that these inferior and failed products were of any value.
On the contrary, Gerald was keenly aware of their value and specially purchased his batch of "defective products" anonymously through internal channels. Then wait for this opportunity to sell them to the Viscount.
-Yes.
That was Gerald's purpose.
Even Viscount Barbour didn't realize how he was being used by Gerald.
[Under the premise that I did not participate in the whole process, I witnessed the "creator" being murdered by "my own work" naturally]
This is the highest sacrificial ceremony among all the ceremonies related to the Skeletal Lord.
As long as this ceremony is completed, Gerald can officially advance to gold.
… What a pity.
"Just a little bit."
Gerald sighed. "Just the last two days..."
I don't know where the guy pretending to be Don Juan Geraint jumped out of.
If it wasn't for his intervention, or even if he only came to Frozen Water Harbor two days later, Gerald would have successfully advanced now.
He vaguely realized that this counterfeit might become his biggest enemy in the future...
"Are you thinking, 'This fake, could be my worst enemy'?"
Annan's plain voice sounded from outside the flame curtain:
"But do you think you will have a future?"
—The next moment, the hot ground cooled down rapidly, and traces of cracks appeared, and the frosty white traces slowly condensed and spread.
The wall of fire slowly lowered its height and was crushed to the ground.
… a disabled wizard
This is consistent with Don Juan Geraint...
Gerald backed away slowly and warily. Exit all the way beyond the coverage of the frost trail.
After a few seconds, the flame was pushed down a narrow gap.
Annan and Salvatore walked in.
I saw that Annan's skin became extremely pale and bloodless, and his eyes were burning with a never-ending azure blue light. White frost sprayed out from his skin all the time, and his whole body seemed to be made of transparent ice.
And the white mist quickly settled down, lying on the ground, and slowly oscillating and spreading outward.
Is this... Frost Nova
Gerald bowed his head without hesitation. He chose not to meet Annan's gaze, and kept backing away.
Behind him was steaming flames, and in front of him was unmelting ice.
The courtyard, which looked very wide at first, turned out to be so narrow after forming a Colosseum surrounded by fire.
All the players were guarding the only opening with sharp knives, but no one walked in rashly.
This is an order from Annan.
And Annan just looked at Gerald calmly: "Should you...
"Announced an attack?"
As Salvatore said, Gerald has a rather deadly, if not clear, very powerful spell—
Its name is, [Breaking Declaration]:
[Before attacking others, a warning must be issued three to ten seconds in advance, and the target of the attack must be revealed; at the same time, the closer to ten seconds, the power will gradually increase. If the attack is launched within three seconds, the attack will return to itself; if the attack is launched within three seconds, the power is regarded as normal and worth twice; An attack will be launched after ten seconds, it will be considered unannounced]
Gerald did not warn himself.
So he is now in an unassailable position!
And Annan raised his right hand and recited in a low voice:
"Elements of Frost—
"Frost is the wheel, David Gerald is the road!"