"Leave people behind, and then you can go!"
Just as the train was about to start, a loud shout broke out in the silence! Alfonso frowned. They wanted to lay low and not draw attention to themselves, but they had to evacuate quickly, or they would be made dumplings when the local sheriff of Saki arrived!
But when he turned back, Alfonso was in trouble. The man was floating in the air. It was clearly an Arcane! Previous operations have been smooth, Alfonso did not expect to surprise the Arcane! Although floating in the air the footsteps of some imaginary, it seems that the wind system energy control is very poor, even give Alfonso enough time, he has the confidence to take down the other side! But what they need is secrecy, and when the Arcane comes, things get a little complicated.
'You go at once! Up to now, Alfonso also don't care about the size of the noise, anyway have been exposed, simply let their own people immediately withdraw, personally to stop this person! By the time the convoy is safe, he's breaking away from the fight and rejoining the base!
Alan couldn't stay in the air for long. He landed as soon as he was loaded. The mad fireball had consumed almost all of his energy, and although he had recovered somewhat and had drunk a potion of energy just in case, Alan could not afford to waste it. The reason why we must play this way is to create deterrence! If they won't let you go, at least they can stop you!
But Ailon made the wrong calculation, in this situation, who will and you? Just turn around and run! The stableman gave a sharp crack of his whip, and the horses in front of the cart gave a whinny and lunged madly, while Alfonso, at the other end, with the hammer, was lunging at Alan!
"Damn it! The situation was critical. Alan had to keep his curses short. Then, without any nonsense, Alan took out the Throne of Steel and uttered the spell of two fireballs!
Alfonso threw himself at Alan's chest, and by the time he was within metres of the Arcane, Alan had just finished the spell! Alfonso knew something was wrong. The heat in front of his face was so intense that it was like being in a furnace. It was a power he had never felt, even when he faced the mighty Arcane patriarch of the family!
"Back off! Alfonso gave instructions to the following caravan, but he was swerved and had to avoid Alan's fireball!
This time Alan learned his lesson, and instead of sending out the bluish hot flame, he simply squeezed two small sparks. And the spell was much shorter, which is why he was able to release the Arcane before Alfonso's hammer arrived!
Even two simple sparks, held by the scepter, became pure white flames and gathered before the curtain of the throne! With the command of Alan, into two flares to fly forward!
One went straight for Alfonso, the other made an arc in the air toward the speeding caravan ahead!
The coachman, who had heard Alfonso's instructions, did not expect such a big change. He was stunned for a moment and was caught dead by the spear! Thrust forward more than twenty meters, the temperature of the lance dropped slightly, and the color of the lance changed from pure white to golden, but even so, the power of the golden lance, the whole team was blown up! Storage carriage was also blown out of bearings, which various instruments in the high temperature deformation, burst everywhere, scattered on the ground!
Afonso, on the other hand, had changed direction, but it was not enough to escape the reach of the gun. The white flame fell to the ground, instantly blowing up a piece of brick, Alfonso was instantly knocked to the ground by the aftermath! Then the debris all around him covered him with dust and buried him underneath!
Alan's two shots were as powerful as when he had taken a man's head from a hundred meters away with an Abelwind spear in the fungus forest! So, a hundred metres away, Alan's rifles were never so powerful, but they were terrible!
Alfonso managed to pick up the warhammer and pull himself up from the rubble, looking directly at Alan, who was also stunned. Alan had deliberately controlled the power of the Arcane, but it would still be so terrible! Chuck in his arms still seemed to be wriggling, like Alan, to express his disapproval of his earlier roar, and to take some credit for it! But what Alan was now worried about was not so awkward...
This time... You wouldn't have blown Moros up...
Unlike the tangled Allen, the hammer warrior Alfonso has no intention of fighting again! The broken breastplate is the proof of the strength of the other side. The breastplate, which can carry dozens of Fireballs hard, has begun to peel off from the outside. Many Arcane runes have been broken directly from the middle, falling to the ground one by one, and the rubble on the ground, no difference...
Arcane of the high order!
This is definitely an Arcane of the highest order! How else could an arcane aftershock blow through his breastplate?! Alonso felt cold all over his body. How could an alchemist like Moros, though rare, be protected and coveted by an Arcane of higher order? The situation was far beyond his control, and with all the Yorkland forces at Saki, there was no one who could match them! Not a single one!
Fortunately, the other did not seem to want to kill him, and the next thing he knew, he was walking quickly towards the carriage, which had been blown apart. Alan had come in to save people, relying on the staff of the war, and there is no permanence, where dare to stay?
But how does he Alfonso know that? Only because the other side doesn't want to fight again, it gives them a breathing room.
With a faint whistle, the Yorkland soldiers ran out with their leaders. The noise and vibration had already aroused the minds of the people around them, and would soon attract Sarky's police. If they did not run, they would surely be arrested.
And who had the worst luck in the uprising? Moros, of course!
He didn't even know what was happening when he felt the heat on his face... And then the front end of the convoy blew up... The next thing he knew, he was knocked over by the aftermath of the air...
By the time Alan pulled Moros out of the mangled carriage, it was a good word to say! The blacksmith's light brown hair was blackened by the dust around him, his face was covered with a thousand bits of plaster and gravel, and his clothes were torn and torn into strips...
Seeing Alan's face, Moros stirs up his anger and shouts, "You're trying to fucking blow me up!" 'and seized Alan by the collar, exclaiming:' How can you do that? '
"Let's go first until it's safe!" Alan and Alfonso thought of going together, but there were so many people there that they couldn't even leave!
"Then get my things first!" Moros stood up, trembling, and pointed to the freight car where his prototype enchant equipment and vital alchemic paraphernalia had been loaded by Alfonso, and must be taken with him if he wanted to escape!
"Er... That..."
'What's the matter? Following Alan's gaze, Moros glanced at the position of the carriage and almost fainted! The freight car was near the blast point of Allen's rifle, and everything inside was blown to pieces! There were no more fragile pieces of alchemy, no need to rebuild them; Even the long sword, which Moros had worked so hard to forge, had broken in two!
To think that Alan could have achieved his aim without such insolence; But Alan chose to mess with it and let his years of work go to waste... Moros is on the head! The impulse to call Alan a fool, and the fear of being overheard giving clues, was to say:
"Alfonso Rodel! You're a fucking retard!"