The Warcraft Mage level is 16, and the flame system unlocks a signature skill, which is the Flame Storm. This powerful group-range attack magic, its peak state is the Flame Storm (also known as Flame Shock) cast by the blood elf prince Kelthas himself. It is necessary to mark a shock origin, and with this as the center, several consecutive flame shock waves continuously burn this circular range. The group attack magic represented by the strongest destruction of the fire system has amazing destruction.

There are eleven opponents and two, which is not Egg's. Although Egg's Flame Storm is only primary at this time, don't forget that his intelligence is extremely high, no less than ordinary high-level mages, and his opponent is just some Diafi's junior thieves with low combat power.

He set the origin of the flame storm among those who eat, drink and play cards. A red magic flame that was rendered began to take effect in the center of the oak barrel that was regarded as a card table. Under the stunned gaze of a group of thieves, it suddenly cracked like a sign of the arrival of doomsday. A red light dyed the entire area red, and almost scared the dog eyes of these people...

"Boom!" The blazing flames instantly launched an impact, and the fierce tongue of fire engulfed everyone, ignited them, and also ignited all four tents.

"Boom!" Another flame stormed again, and several figures of screaming wildly, were wrapped in tents that collapsed after burning, rolling on the ground crying and shouting.

"Boom!" The last flaming impact burned the ground to the point of cracking and splitting, changing this area into a purgatory on earth!

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If these were civilians, they would have been burned to humans long ago. Unfortunately, they are also combatants and are protected by the power of laws. They will not die until their vitality is emptied. So...

The thieves who were wrapped in tents continued to burn had the worst lives. They could not get rid of the shackles of such flames in a short time and rolled on the ground howling. Although a storm of flames might not have killed their lives, at least in the next few seconds, they still couldn't figure out the situation and could not directly participate in the battle. The remaining ones were the five thieves who were originally playing cards. They turned their fierce eyes to Aige, who was preparing for the next magic.

Why did Mao, the mage, dare to attack them if he didn't hide far? With such a question, these thieves took weapons of different lengths and rushed towards Eiger fiercely...

The wild boar launched a charge. He knocked the thief in front back and continued to receive the baptism of the flames! And Eiger rushed to the scene and used the Frost Nova to lock them firmly in place before the thieves were about to escape from the burning range of the Flame Storm!

He blessed himself with a Frost Armor Technique. He made a mistake and quickly broke into the center of the Flame Storm from other directions while everyone was paying attention. Under the influence of the power of the laws of the Azeroth continent, the magic he released would not cause harm to himself, and so did the friendly forces who signed the agreement.

What did he want to do? These thieves were inexplicably confused. Because for the mage, this basically means suicide. As long as the thieves get out of trouble, this very powerful mage will be made into dumplings and will definitely not survive the siege of so many thieves.

Wait? A very powerful mage? Will a very powerful mage make such a mistake?

Everyone suddenly shuddered a lot in their hearts, and a very bad feeling arose, especially when they felt that their vitality was about to bottom out...

The mage recited the spell, and a bright arcane light appeared on each of his palms. When they reached the brightest purple, they slammed into one fiercely: "Amazing Explosion!"

"Bang!" A large number of energy bodies composed of arcane formed a large fragmented storm under the sudden impulse, and frantically attacked all enemies in the range.

"Amazing Explosion!"

"Come again! Aura Explosion!"

Three consecutive saber explosions took away almost everyone's last chances. These people almost watched their bodies, fragmented by the arcane fragments, but were powerless...

"Huh? There are still living people?"

Eiger looked at the person on the ground who was about to get up slowly, who had been burned into an African chicken-like human form by the flames. Without saying a word, an instant flame impact blew his head to pieces!

The elf has never been summoned because he is afraid of being killed easily. The only thing that can cheer for him now is a pig hum. This wild boar is really proud of his master... "Hum haha!"

On the top of the Forbidden City, Dugu Qiubai!

He easily killed more than a dozen people by himself. Now a certain magician felt this way. Of course, it was just an illusion! A scent of the burning crumbs pulled him back from Dugu Qiubai's hallucination. Looking around, it was a pile of about 10 sacks of grain. It had been burned by fire and scattered all over the ground. Most of them had been directly burned into charred grains, with only a small part in the middle, and could still maintain the posture of rice mai.

Aige sighed. The west was short of food, and they were afraid that they would be willing to eat these things. So Ai had to condense some ice elements and extinguish the flame first, and then rescued less than half of them with a new bag, and only 3 or 4 packs of grain were included in the space.

This group of thieves and guerrillas contributed a little arcane dust, a few pieces of wool and a total of 18 mission items that marked the identity of the thief Diafi. They can be used to exchange money for the People's Army. Finally, they also contributed a special equipment: "Diafi Brotherhood Mask". When worn, they can provide some defense bonus, mainly to cover the face. Others only know your Diafi Brotherhood thieves, but they don't know your true identity. Eiger thought about it and decided to stay. In some occasions, they may be able to use it.

After thinking about it, he still used some magic power to burn all the remaining traces on the ground. If these corpses are left here, they will easily cause epidemics over time. They can burn them to ashes and can make a fortune in the fields, which is better than letting them expose the corpses in the wilderness and finally let the vultures peck into pieces, and use them as waste.

After dealing with these, I looked up and opened the sky. I was afraid that it was no longer suitable to do other tasks. I would go back to Sardin Farm to hand in the task and ask them to send people to reclaim the land. It was a little earlier. As for me, Dugu Qiu had been defeated for so long and felt a little tired, so I went back and had a good rest, sorted out my tired mood, and set off tomorrow. Thinking of this, he took out the magic reins, summoned his beloved mount, and advanced towards Sardin Farm at a relatively smooth running speed of the horse.

On the way, two mountain dogs bared at him and sent them to the west with two fireballs, and also provided some rations for the westerners... Of course, this is a fee, and it is not sold for less than 20 silver coins!

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In the inner room of Sardin Farm, on the second floor, Mrs. Sardin was talking to the daughter of the old Dirk family. This was arranged by Old Dirk. Although the wizard had refused and believed that Egg would help them, the old man was still afraid that the young man who always looked smiling would not work hard, so he personally found the orphan of Old Dirk. The girl is only 17 years old this year, and she grew up when Old Dirk was watching. If possible, he would not be willing to delay other people's children. In the present situation, he thought about it and felt that he could not owe too much to this mage from North County, so he finally spoke to the girl.

Considering that he was not very good at speaking, he asked his wife to come forward. Mrs. Sardin was talking to her daughter. This was not as difficult as expected. The girl was pretty and decent. After understanding the cause and effect of the matter, she didn't need to talk too much. She said that if the benefactor could really help her father revenge and help these villagers in the village, she was willing to make such sacrifices, and she agreed immediately. Mrs. Sardin felt sorry and liked it. Such an obedient and reasonable girl was rare... It was a pity!

There is no way, so I can only let the girl stay here tonight and prepare by the way. Maybe when will the super-powered mage return to complete the task of clearing out the thieves?

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As the house was talking, there was a noise outside. Old Sardin, who had become very sensitive, took two steps at a time and rushed out to take a look...

His premonition came true, and it was still the familiar dark horse, or the young mage, running along the way, with horse hooves sounding, and his steps not at all. The rhythmic sound of horse hooves predicted something, which made the old man feel at ease for no reason. Perhaps, the person in front of him was really the benefactor given to the West by God?

There were many people who saw Eiger coming, but these people were not familiar with him, and some people didn't know the inside story, so not many people actually came around, and those who came were those who knew what the mage was doing when he went out.

"Dad, look at this..."

Heck followed the old man and asked hesitantly.

"Look at his horse's not running fast, it means he is not in a hurry. I think it's probably done! And I believe he can do it!" The old man said firmly. His son was half-believing and half-doubting...

Of course Eiger was in a good mood at this time. The mission was completed and he was not panicked at all when he fought against so many thieves alone. Looking back now, his performance was also very good at that time, which greatly increased his confidence in his mage profession, which was also an additional gain. Seeing Old Sardin, his son Heck, and some familiar fellow villagers waiting at the door of his house from afar. This feeling of someone expecting made him feel very good.

He pulled the reins and slowed down the horse, then quickly turned over and dismounted. Old Sardin came up to meet...

"Have you prepared wine for me?" he asked with a smile!

"Yes! The best aged wine is waiting for you to return triumphantly!" the old man also replied with a smile.
Chapter completed!