Water and Fire Twins Magician

Paul behind Jacques was watching the show calmly and had no intention of helping.

The robbers are best at using more people to defeat fewer and surround and kill. Relying on their numbers, they surround the victim, catch him off guard, and attack him from behind. Although it is not a fair way to win, it is the most effective way.

But no matter which angle they attacked from, no matter how many people attacked at the same time, this little kid in front of him would always calmly knock someone's weapon down with a flick of his hand. He always maintained a stable speed and strength, just defending but not actively attacking, and did not make a fatal move to break the opponent's wrist, as if encouraging them to continue attacking him.

"Hehe, it's like playing whack-a-mole. It's quite interesting this way. It would be better if more people came." Jacques laughed.

"Master Jacques, be careful, there is an ambush," Paul suddenly shouted.

"It's that bald man, behind the crowd!" Gandalf also reminded.

Jacques looked up and found a bald man outside the encirclement. He opened a magic scroll in a hurry and was reciting a spell with difficulty.

Jacques did not dare to hesitate. He raised his left hand and a small fireball flew straight in the direction of his hand.

"puff!"

The fireball hit the magic scroll in the bald leader's hand and burned it to ashes in a few seconds.

"Damn it!" the bald leader howled, and quickly bent down to pick up another scroll and opened it. But he had only read the first few sentences when another fireball destroyed the scroll.

Jacques didn't take the siege here seriously at all, and it was more than enough for him to deal with the bald leader who intended to launch a sneak attack.

"Cunning! Cunning boy! I'm still chanting a spell, don't attack me!" The bald leader shouted "Catch the thief" and cursed at Jacques.

Jacques was also angry, because he was the one who attacked first: "Then I will stand and fight you, are you satisfied?"

"Okay, okay! Wait a moment, I'll chant the spell..."

"...Go to hell!" Jacques simply fired three fireballs straight at the bald leader's face.

The tall and strong bald leader fell to the ground, and his subordinates naturally lost their will to fight and surrendered. They were no match for Jacques in the first place, and this time they were defeated even faster. Jacques quickly defeated them all, and most of them fell to the ground, holding their wrists or ankles and crying or cursing.

What is even more satisfying than defeating the bandits is that the civilians who were coerced or tied up by the bandits are now grateful to Jacques. The girl in the long skirt who was molested just now turned out to be so beautiful.

Jacques picked up a knife and cut the ropes that bound them, then personally comforted the girl in the long skirt.

"It's all right now, miss. Are you not hurt?"

As soon as the girl in the long skirt was rescued, she hugged Jacques and cried bitterly: "Hero! Please, save our village! We encountered this group of robbers this morning. They forced us to tell them where the village is and wanted to rob our hometown! Their real leader has already set off!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a servant said, "You just dealt with a small group of them. They are roaming around this area, committing rape, robbery, murder, arson, and highway robbery. They are simply committing all kinds of evil! This neighborhood and the countryside have become a living hell. The common people can hardly survive!"

“Hero! Please, as long as you can defeat them and save our village... I will do anything you want me to do..." As the girl spoke, her voice became weaker and her face became more and more flushed.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you with this!" Jacques' blood immediately boiled.

"Well, since our carriage is broken, let's go to the village to check the situation." Paul was an expert at reading people's expressions, so how could he not see what Jacques was thinking? So he followed his lead and added fuel to the fire.

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the robbers who were rolling on the ground in pain, and smiled slightly: "Those guys who spoke the most foul language just now, I remember your faces."