The next day, Boom and Rikka put on their mother-in-law masks and left Newk City early. The two walked on the Golden Halberd Plain, heading towards the place where Rikka was killed last night.
This kind of behavior cannot be avoided, let alone eliminated. Just like no perpetrator does not want to see the other person’s misery with his own eyes. No arsonist will miss the end of everything being reduced to ashes.
Watch your masterpiece, listen to people's fears, and then turn away with a smile. There are countless reasons for killing, and this is only one ten thousandth.
"So many people died at once. Is it a record?"
"It can't be the work of the strong men in Highgarden. It seems that our Newk City will also become famous."
"I don't know what the goblin treasure auctioned last night was. Could it be the ancient magician's storage bag?"
Although the mercenary group coming and going did not stop, countless rumors and rumors still reached the ears of Boom and Rikka. The former smiled bitterly and shook his head, while the latter puffed up his chest proudly.
For many people, fighting is a matter of life and death, and unless absolutely necessary, no one likes to risk their lives with the strong.
But Rikka is different. He seems to be a born fighter. When he is happy, he will find someone to fight with, and when he is angry, he will use it to vent his anger.
However, the two of them did not know that an extremely dangerous aura had already rushed from Highgarden to Newk City. At this time, it was time to step into the Golden Halberd Plain.
Time goes back to two days ago, in the High Court, the consul's residence. William, the consul's son, was sitting in a wooden chair, watching a figure leave.
Although this son was extremely talented, he was born into a poor family. Therefore, he accepted William's proposal and exchanged his head for his noble title.
The owner of this head is naturally Boom who is far away in Newk City. But he doesn't know that William's order is just a selection, which is the minimum standard for him to make friends with the other party.
If Boom and Rikka are killed by this person, it means that they have no use value at all. On the contrary, if they can survive or even kill this person, they will meet themselves in the High Court.
Standing on the Golden Halberd Plain, the man drew out his staff. After restoring the magic power in his body to its peak, he stabbed the coachman to death.
Although he is nearly thirty years old, he has no worries about food and clothing, but he has never been able to realize his wish. At least, his current life is not what he imagined.
The breeze was blowing his robe, and his gray-black hair was scattered around his shoulders. The portrait in his hand was reduced to ashes, because the target was standing in front of him.
"Hydra letter, fire crow feathers, charred deep holes, scorching cone piercing the sky, in my name, a series of fire arrows!"
There was no conversation, and there was no sign. Three flaming halberds appeared out of thin air and shot towards the target in an instant. Rikka wanted to block it, but Boom pulled it behind him.
"I'll do it today. I haven't been active for a long time, and I don't know if I can beat the opponent." Boom took out the black wooden staff and turned around and said.
"Well, then brother, be careful and don't let others make herbal soup again." Rikka didn't have any objections to this. Since she was by her side, she would especially let something happen to Boom.
"The cicada whispers, its thin wings quiver, the timid little life, the long-cherished wish to avoid all harm, in my name, defend the magic circle!"
The thick earth ball enveloped Boom, and at the same time, it easily broke the opponent's spell. Boom stood expressionless in the darkness, the magic power in his body was restless.
However, although the opponent's attack was blocked, the subsequent change of moves was something Boom had never heard of. At least in his memory, he had never seen this method of casting spells.
"Condensation!" The man dozens of meters away saw that his spell was resolved by the opponent. Although he felt a slight difference, he did not stop his offensive because of this.
I saw the three flaming halberds suspended in the air condensed together, and the crimson light instantly turned into blazing white. The air was distorted as a result, and the nightshade grass beneath it had long been turned into ashes.
With a scream, the flame halberd, which had expanded several times, hit the earth wall. Boom inside felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.
Rikka, who was a few meters away, did not react at all and stood there as if watching a play. But the arm in his leather sleeve had already transformed into a short blade.
In her opinion, her brother and the other party seemed to be playing a game at this time. No matter what the outcome was, it could not change the fate of the other party being killed.
The earth wall shattered and the fire arrows dissipated. Boom's face turned pale, but he had no intention of asking for help. A cruel smile appeared out of thin air, making Rikka look stunned.
This is the second time she has seen Boom with such an expression. It shows a disregard for life and a long-cherished desire to fight.
"The egg of the mayfly, the source of magic power, the scarlet vacuum tunnel, the countless black spots that penetrate the barrier, attack the magic circle in my name!"
Ventriloquism appeared, and the four-layered fire attack array was like the mouthparts of the God of Death, constantly spitting out cones of fire. The huge smell of burnt smoke shot straight into the sky, and Boom bowed his head in the mist and remained silent.
"Since you are a fire magician, I will burn you to death!" Boom thought, and then with a thought, more than twenty fire cones blasted towards the opponent.
"The ring of burning, the circle of flames, the flaming armor that vaporizes everything, the inseparable silent servant, in my name, the barrier of fire!"
Seeing this, the man quickly chanted a mantra. The hot flames appeared again, standing in front of him like a physical wall of magic.
"The chaotic and angry flames tear apart everything, the fire, the smoke, the grassland turned to ashes, the long sky with rolling heat waves, in my name, fire tornado!"
As an excellent magician, the man never pauses. Attack is the most effective defense. Only when the opponent dies can he get what he wants.
However, the fire tornado, which had not yet mastered it, was easily defeated by Boom. And its last line of defense gradually weakened due to the continuous bombardment.
The cone of fire expanded and expanded in his pupils, finally igniting his despair, and then turned into billowing black smoke.
The two never talked to each other from beginning to end. The man had his own reasons, and Boom had such a character. Victory has no meaning, and so does death.
The man was lying on the Golden Halberd Plain. The sky was blue and the smell of grass was strong. He had long forgotten what leisure meant, but he felt very comfortable at this moment.
The son of fire, a born fire magician. Not only is his magic power extremely powerful, but his cultivation speed is far faster than ordinary people. This is a gift from the gods and a source of pride.
But the gods are like the most vicious bystanders. Not only did they allow him to be born in a poor family, but they also lived at the lowest level.
Reluctance and sweat were pieced together into childhood, and ridicule and surprise were stitched together into the hem of his clothes. The man walked into the Principality College with a sallow face, and three years later stood in front of the door arrogantly.
The cool look of rejecting the invitation of the nobles seems like yesterday, and the expression of contempt for the mercenary group is still clearly visible. The man has his own plans. Only by becoming a noble can he benefit future generations.
Time passed day by day while waiting, but the fire in his heart never dissipated. Finally, he stood in front of the son of the consul and promised to return with the head within three days.
His thoughts stopped here, and the last piece of flesh on the man's face turned into ashes. The genius died on the Golden Halberd Plain, while the mediocre Boom was chatting with Rikka about dinner.