Boiling Beast Bloodline -
Chapter 1651 - 530: The Master of Flame Magic {Part 2}
Chapter 1651: Chapter 530: The Master of Flame Magic {Part 2}
The speed of these two flame arrows was as quick as lightning, producing a piercing sonic boom as they tore through the air. However, they ultimately landed weakly, slicing into the berry bushes on the ground, igniting a large shrub bonfire with a rumbling sound.
Ignites upon contact with wood! This is indeed flame fire!
After all, Druid had been through countless battles, he could sense that the opponent seemed to focus on intimidation rather than actually trying to ambush him.
"Jade Spiral Spring Fire!"
Worried about the Antelope Warriors being harmed by the rain of fire, Druid didn’t have time to think much. He flipped in the air, drawing a strange path with his hands, and with a shout, he quickly depicted a jade spiral shell made of steaming emerald green flame in the air. The spiral shell spun violently, creating a visible hurricane vortex in the air, warding off the rain of fire shaped like candle heads, and then the jade spiral shell vanished instantly.
"Jade Spiral Spring Fire" is also a spell of the flame series!
Cold flame breaks magic, frozen flame solidification, jade flame is frost fire, a true corrosive fire, vile like flesh-eating maggots!
However, this spell isn’t a shield type, but under Druid’s control, offense and defense were integrated. True masters are like this, except for someone like Beckham who was an idiot.
The "Fire Avoidance Dragon Pearl," as expected of the famous product of the Dragon Son Baxi, separated the flame’s power while enabling Druid’s successful casting of fire spells!
Transformed into a Melora Emperor Penguin, Kaka’s body was completely stiff, his eyes dull, his mouth so wide it could swallow a whole whale.
It was the first time he had witnessed such a powerful flame magic duel!
He thought that Beckham, the leader of the Tai Po Group, had the strongest flame magic!
Druid frowned, holding his breath with a solemn expression mixed with a hint of admiration, quietly gazing at the three strange-looking men and an incredibly magnificent white horse descending from the hilly heights.
The white horse’s long snow mane fluttered without wind, its muscular legs covered in bicolor gold and black scales, clearly not a mundane creature!
The reason these three men’s appearances were described as strange is because two of them were particularly rugged, while the other was astonishingly handsome, the contrast was indeed stark!
One of the burly men looked somewhat like a gorilla, with sharp canine teeth at the corner of his mouth and a face seemingly primitive. However, on a closer look, he resembled a Druid, with impossibly dense hair, a naked, muscular and knotted body, only a piece of tiger skin around his waist, with large club-like imprints on it. He held a metal stick as thick as a teacup, covered in grease and dust, rendering its material indiscernible.
The flame arrows came from this burly man. Druid recognized him at a glance, his eyes left a deep impression, tenacious and fearless.
The other burly man was even more robust and hideous, with a horrid Mediterranean hairstyle, gills slit by the earlobes, a huge skull necklace hanging on his neck, wielding a crescent spade, looking like a primitive version of a Shaman of Divine Songs mixed with a Buddha Giant.
Compared to these two rugged men, the other man was unbelievably handsome!
Besides Mourinho, Druid hadn’t seen such a handsome man!
While others looked fierce with shaved heads, this handsome, bald man exuded an indescribable elegance, scholarly demeanor, stately grace no matter the pose or action.
He was the kind of handsome man you couldn’t take your eyes off at first sight!
His eyes, weary yet carrying indescribable peace, drew people into a world of blooming flowers and a realm of ethereal tranquility.
Druid smirked and quickly averted his gaze.
These three men and a horse, apart from the handsome monk, exuded restrained yet mighty aura, such powerful beings, difficult to gauge how strong!
Who knows whether they’re like the boss, with eyes containing "Natural Charm," always ready to enchant the beauties.
The three monks and the white horse soon approached, flanked by the Sangri natives, making them appear even more majestic, towering and proud.
"Ascetic Monks, why meddle in the conflict between the Sangri natives and me? Are you the helpers the Sangri natives found?" Druid, having roamed the Silk Continent for years, could recognize his kinsmen and distinguish monks. The handsome monk opposite was clearly of Silk descent, while the two burly men might as well have crawled out of Hell, Druid wouldn’t be surprised.
Encountering fellow countrymen abroad, Druid couldn’t help but feel emotional, even slipping into his hometown dialect; if not for the boss’s instructions, he might already have reached the Silk Continent by now!
"As fellow countrymen, can you give me face, and let the Sangri natives off?" Among the three visitors, the man who looked like a Gorilla Druid, with grizzled sideburns, politely gestured with his metal staff towards Druid.
"Gonna give you face?" Druid chuckled.
Usually, he only attacked others, yet on the Sangri Continent, he was proactively attacked, a grievance not easily dispelled, but his laugh carried no malice. He had no intention of looking down on this flame magic powerhouse but found his manner remarkably like the boss, obsessed with saving face.
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