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"You reacted quickly. It seems you also knew that the wind shield couldn't stop my fireball."

"It seems you are a second-tier mage."

The man in the black cloak had a hoarse voice.

"You're a mage too?! Who are you?!" Jack exclaimed in surprise.

No wonder these thieves dared to rob the mage so openly; it turns out they had a colleague backing them up.

"Hehe... dressed so elegantly, with such delicate skin."

What I can't stand most in my life are you pampered young master mages who rely on your family background and live a life of luxury in the academy.

The man sneered and slowly pulled down the hood of his cloak.

As the hood fell down, his face was exposed to the air.

He had large red burns on his head, and raised keloids covered his cheeks. Only a few sparse strands of hair clung to his scalp, making him look like a demon.

The man stared at Jack, his eyes flashing with fire:

"My name is Gridoff. You may have heard of that name before."

"Gridov...?!"

Upon hearing the name, Jack paused, then suddenly remembered something.

Every year, some mages defect from the Mage Guild for various reasons.

Some became nameless wandering mages because of their mistakes, while those who committed numerous evils and were responsible for murder were given high bounties and listed on the guild's wanted list.

Gridorf is one of the most frequently appearing names on this year's wanted lists.

Nickname: Arsonist.

Because of the distorted, burned face in the wanted poster, Jack had joked and mocked this ugly guy with his friends last month.

Unexpectedly, this vicious and wanted criminal actually went to this icy border region to become a bandit leader.

"Hehe, it seems you recognize me."

Gridov touched his rotten face, his eyes filled with resentment, and said:

"My burns are all because of the wrong magic guidance given by that damned professor when I was in the guild, which caused me to be severely backfired by the fire element!"

As a result, those hypocritical old fogies actually blamed me for bringing this upon myself and even stripped me of my mage qualifications.

Gridov slammed his long staff into the ground, sparks flying.

"Since you're mages from Red Dragon City, then today I'm going to slaughter you all! Let those arrogant old fogies in the guild see what happens when they anger me!"

"[Fireball]!"

Gridov roared and raised his staff high.

Fire elementals appeared out of nowhere and converged wildly towards his staff!

In the blink of an eye, a fireball the size of a wheel coalesced and took shape, its interior even collapsing and bursting.

He swung his staff and smashed it hard at the spot where Jack was.

"Fireball?!"

To compress fire element to this extent, this madman must be at least a third-tier mage!

Jack looked at the enormous fireball, which resembled a meteorite, and knew that his methods were no match for such a high-level spell.

He grabbed Rombe next to him and roared:

"Get out of the way!"

The two of them scrambled into a nearby snowdrift.

Boom!

The explosion resounded across the wilderness.

The massive shockwave, carrying debris and flames, spread outwards, creating a large crater in the ground.

The two blindfolded snow deer were startled and let out a shriek, dragging the carriage wildly towards the distant forest.

Although Jack dodged the explosion, he was still affected by the streaks of fire.

"Damn it!"

Jack rolled around in the snow, his newly bought white robe catching fire in several places, and he had to frantically pat the flames off his body with snow.

Before Jack could catch his breath, two cold blades were already at his neck.

Jack knew he was doomed.

He raised his head in despair and shouted towards the snow on the other side, "Rom! Boss!"

However, when Jack turned around, he found that the spot where Rom had been lying was now empty.

Looking up again, I saw that the figure in the dark blue robe had already run dozens of meters away.

"Chase him! Don't let that kid get away!" the thief who had Jack hostage shouted.

"No need to chase!"

Gridov stretched out his burned hand and stopped his men.

He watched Luo Mu's fleeing figure, his eyes flashing with a fierce light:

"I will burn them to ashes! Feel the despair of being consumed by flames! My fire element is now in a frenzy!"

Gridov roared and raised his staff once more.

He drained most of his magic power, and a [Fireball] spell, even larger than before, condensed above his head once more, locking onto Rom's back.

"die!"

Just as Gridov unleashed the Fireball spell.

Luo Mu, who had run several dozen meters, suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked calmly at the huge fireball in the distance.

"The view is better here."

Facing the fireball that hurtled towards him like a meteorite, Rom simply snapped his fingers.

He casually tossed out a fist-sized, dark orange fireball, which flew towards the massive fireball.

Seeing this scene, Jack, with a knife to his neck, felt a wave of despair wash over him.

Has the boss gone mad? Using a basic fireball to fight a level 3 fireball head-on?! Isn't that like throwing an egg against a rock?!

Although he knew that Rom's fireball spell was extraordinary, it was still completely outclassed by other high-level fire spells.

Gridov, watching from afar, laughed as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Ha! Fireball?! So he's just a novice low-level mage!"

Two fireballs, one large and one small, made contact in mid-air in an instant.

boom!

The sound of the explosion tore through the night sky.

The crimson flames of the Fireball spell, like a blooming red lotus, instantly poured down, completely covering the spot where Romu had just stood.

"Rom!"

Jack screamed in despair as he was trampled underfoot by several thieves, his heart sinking to the bottom.

Upon seeing this, the thieves burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Where did this low-level mage come from, daring to challenge Lord Gridov? That's laughable!"

"After this move, that kid won't even be left with ashes, right?"

However, Gridov listened to his subordinates' flattery with a cold snort, feeling little sense of accomplishment.

Because killing such an insignificant nobody brings little pleasure.

He harbored this hatred in order to burn the high-ranking elites and hypocritical elders in the guild alive.

The young man in front of me who only knows basic fireball is nothing but a fool.

Just as Gridoff was about to turn around.

"It's a fireball!"

A thief suddenly shouted, pointing in the direction of the flames.

Amidst the churning, exploding sea of ​​fire, the unassuming dark orange fireball had broken through the explosion's core and was now quietly and rapidly hurtling towards them.

Gridov was stunned for a moment, before he could react.

The dark orange fireball struck the thief who was stepping on Jack squarely in the chest.

The thief didn't even have time to dodge, and didn't even have time to scream.

"boom--!"

The strong thief was instantly blasted into a shower of blood and fragments.

Limbs and torsos, still burning with flames, were scattered all over the ground.

Jack, who was underground, felt a heat on his back before being hit by the blast wave.

He rolled around in the snow several times, ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, and scrambled away into the dark woods nearby.

The surrounding thieves were all stunned, their mouths agape, unable to recover for a long time.

"This... could this be a fragment that Lord Gridov just sent flying from his fireball spell?"

A thief muttered to himself, trembling.

However, Gridov, who was standing at the very front, was filled with horror.

He knew perfectly well that this was definitely not a consequence of his own Fireball spell!

That was clearly the [Fireball] that the boy had just fired...