The high temperature that was coming at him was more direct than the invisible pressure.
The Duke of thorn was only an ordinary person. When he was in close proximity to garen, his forehead was already sweating, and his eyes reflected the burning fire.
In the next second, garen's expression did not change. The fireballs beside him suddenly soared into the sky and exploded into balls of rolling flames in the night sky, illuminating the place as bright as day. The ground and the surrounding buildings were dyed with a layer of red light.
This was an undisguised threat.
The Archduke of thorn seemed to be struggling. His eyes kept changing. Finally, after about ten seconds, he calmed down and sighed.
"The kingdom of moxia respects every high-ranking wizard, even if they are our enemies.
"Molton's belongings are only here for safekeeping."
