Without warning, arrows condensed from silver-white flames suddenly penetrated the windows and walls, and flew towards Oak Cliff, who seemed to be completely unresponsive!
The moment before the arrow was about to hit, the sound of walls and windows being penetrated was heard, and large balls of bright silver flames ignited on the wall, crawling slowly against the wall. Oak Clifford had just turned around.
, was hit by several silver-white flaming arrows. His body was directly penetrated by the flaming arrows, and he fell to the ground, letting out a miserable wail.
In his wailing, Oak Clifford's eyes suddenly burst out with a small cluster of silver-white flames; as he continued to cough, silver-white sparks were coughed out sporadically. It was as if the flames at the bottom of the furnace were being passed through.
Like the wind, bursting silver flames burst out from his body, completely submerging his body in the blink of an eye, turning into a huge fireball as tall as a person.
"grown ups!"
"Your Excellency Oak Clifford!"
Only then did the sergeants around Oak Cliff realize what had happened.
After a brief period of confusion, they began to move in a panic, trying to block Oakliffe's body from all directions. They also tried to extinguish the flames on Oakliffe's body, which kept wailing.
They picked up the blankets around them and threw them at the burning Oak Cliff. Some people poured the water they had just found on Oak Cliff's body.
But all this is of no use.
The silver-white flame did not react in any way when it touched the water. It neither suddenly became violent nor weakened. It was as if the water did not play any role and was directly eaten by the flame.
For a moment, the sergeants suspected that the flame was some kind of illusion - but the palm of the hand of the most determined one among them was immediately ignited after tentatively touching the flame. In less than ten seconds, those
The silver-white flames chewed up his entire body like a colony of ants. His whole body was ignited and turned into ashes on the spot.
This flame is real! And extremely deadly!
The sergeants immediately realized what had happened.
But then, some questions inevitably arose in their minds.
It just touched the edge of the flame. It caused so much damage... So, can Oak Clifford, who was in the center of the flame for so long, still survive?
No, it is no longer possible to survive.
Even from such a distance, these soldiers could feel the extremely intense heat. They looked at the huge flame with vigilance, and slowly took out their weapons while looking back.
The body fragments, blood and bones on the surrounding ground slowly melted away like snow under the sun. However, the disgusting atmosphere did not improve at all.
Alarm bells sounded frantically in their hearts, and a feeling of being targeted by something came from the center of the flame.
It was as if the flames did not burn anything but awakened something.
The next moment, the wall that was crawling and scorching with silver flames suddenly collapsed. The soldiers subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the wall that was crisped by the flames.
However, it only took a moment for a burning smell to draw their attention back.
But it's too late.
The silver-white flame twitched twice like the beating of a heart, and then shattered. It was replaced by a slowly flowing substance like burnt red lava.
When they turned around again, a big hand made of lava was already hanging above their heads and slowly pressing down. The soldier selected as the target could not even move under the lock of the momentum.
With a look of fear on his face and his whole body trembling, he waited for himself to be burned into slag by the lava.
His hair had become yellow, dry and frizzy due to the high temperature, and his skin was red and hot.
But at this moment, a silver-white light blade suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
As a slanting arc flashed by, the big hand made of lava was suddenly severed, twitching and sliding to the ground, turning into a pool of lava, and ignited the floor, emitting a bright red flame.
The soldier opened his mouth wide and looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, with a look of shock on his face.
The long silver-blue hair, eyes as bright as emeralds, and that delicate, doll-like face—it was one of the two people who had just escaped!
"Wait, you are..."
"Don't worry about who I am."
Roland spoke and interrupted him neatly: "I don't care how you were bewitched. In short, you are just ordinary people who have been implicated. From now on, the problem is between me and this monster——
—It has nothing to do with you anymore."
His voice was sonorous and powerful, without any hesitation.
For a moment, the soldiers who originally wanted to come over and control Roland hesitated.
That's right, most of them are not familiar with this guy. It's just that a few days ago, their superiors suddenly told them that they should temporarily listen to the instructions of this so-called "dispatched official from the South Wind Ring".
That’s why I came here.
They are not even sure what the "Ring of the South Wind" is. They just heard that it is a relatively active druid school in the south of Karar near Titan. It is developed for all kinds of druid apprentices.
A study-oriented school with a deep understanding of various geography, geology and monster ecology. Some time ago, in the name of Karal's expatriate druid school, they used divine magic to build drainage channels in Titan, which was effective
Corrected the Titans' wrong impression of the Druid as a "human-eating and dancing master wearing animal skins and holding a wooden crutch", and also changed their view of the entire Karar.
Of course, among the above-mentioned long list of glorious histories, there is only one sentence that really works, and that is "Druid school".
As a Kalar people, respecting the Druids has almost become their instinct. Therefore, they did not doubt their boss's words, but carried them out with great concentration.
But look now... this lava humanoid shape that Oak Cliff transformed into with a roar after being hit by an arrow cannot connect him with the wise and loving elder in the minds of ordinary Kalar people.
"Can I ask, Sir Oak Clifford... what exactly is he? And what exactly are you..."
A young man with shoulder-length hair asked hesitantly.
Roland looked solemn: "He is a humanoid monster that can control the mind. I have been hunting him for a long time. As for me... I am just an ordinary Suze hunter. You don't need to worry about it."
As he spoke, Roland raised and lowered his wrist, and the gray long sword with its silvery-white blade made several traces in the air, cutting off the lava humanoid's hands directly.
...Ordinary hunter? Just paying it forward?
The people around him couldn't help but feel ashamed.
...Are you kidding? Can ordinary hunters kill such monsters at will?
And aren’t all hunters from Fararu? What happened to Su Ze’s hunters?
"Are all Su Ze's hunters monsters?"
Roland vaguely heard someone murmuring beside him.
He smiled slightly, and then his face became solemn: "You all stay behind me. As long as I am still alive, I will not let you suffer."
Roland had been waiting beside him for a long time, and finally waited for an opportunity to step in.
This Oak Clifford is just a small character, and Roland needs to know who is standing behind him. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net