The city guards, who were supposed to be on guard duty, were now lying on the ground, either hugging their stomachs or their legs, moaning and groaning.
The one who suffered the most was the original prosecutor. He was beaten up the most. Not only was his face swollen, but there were also several footprints on his chest as if he was venting his anger.
This was…
What exactly happened?
Bandits? Intruders? Mobs?
Who dared to attack the guards of Fire Law City in broad daylight?？
Before Damir's mind could process what was happening, another tragic groan quickly attracted his attention.
Because Damir was no stranger to this voice.
Joseph, a 2nd rank professional, Elementalist, Fire God Sect Deacon!
But at this moment, this dignified 2nd rank mage, the deacon, was foaming at the mouth, and his face had turned into a pig's head. If Damir had not looked carefully, he would not have recognized him.
And if he went down to the lower half of his body…
