Water and Fire Twins Magician

According to Paul's instructions, the robbers were stripped naked, tied together with ropes, and pulled away by two horses.

Even though they have come to this, they still haven't given up:

"A kid wants to challenge our leader? If I don't beat the shit out of you, you'll be fine! He's a master at killing people without blinking an eye! These magic scrolls of ours were made by him!"

"Leave all your belongings behind, untie your grandfathers, and then run away as fast as you can. Then you may still be able to save your life!"

"Stop their mouths with horse manure!" Paul was insulted many times by them and his carriage was destroyed, so he was naturally in a bad mood. He was merciful not to execute these robbers on the spot.

"But, someone who can make a fourth-level magic scroll must be at least a fifth-level magician, and a wind-type magician. If such a person were to become a bandit, it would be normal for him to do some big projects like Gandalf. Why would he become a bandit in such a remote place?"

"Hey! What do you mean by Gandalf and his ilk? Explain it to me clearly!" Gandalf was so angry that he wanted to bite his tongue.

"A fifth-level magician..." Jacques thought to himself, this is awful, he just couldn't resist the sweet words of the little sister and took this matter down without thinking, but he didn't expect to run into such a tough nut to crack.

Jacques subconsciously looked at the girl in the long skirt beside him. The little beauty was looking at him with a blushing face, her eyes full of trust and admiration: "Jacques, little hero, I believe you can save our village."

“Ahahaha… leave it to me.”

"Don't worry, Master Jacques can definitely handle it." Paul said. Not to mention the fifth level, even if it was a few levels stronger, it would not pose a threat to Paul. Paul could definitely flatter and secretly destroy the enemy to give Jacques a head.

About an hour later, they finally arrived at the village the girl mentioned, but it looked like it had been through a world war, with houses and facilities completely destroyed, like ruins.

In the ruins, several large tents were set up, and a bonfire party was held. The burly bandits gathered around the bonfire to eat meat, drink, sing and dance, having a great time. And right next to the bonfire, there were many corpses lying in a mess, some of them were villagers and some were bandits. Judging from their conditions, they were basically killed by powerful attack magic.

In the center of the bonfire venue, there was a child who looked only five or six years old. He was short and thin, with dark skin, casual clothes, and fierce eyes, like a little savage who grew up in the mountains and forests. He had a head of dark green hair that stood up high, and the hair was very thick and very conspicuous.

The child was tearing into the barbecue with big mouthfuls and pouring wine into his mouth like water, and his mood was very excited. And every time he threw his head back and laughed, the villagers nearby were very scared. They unconsciously shrunk their shoulders and closed their eyes, as if they were afraid that the child would suddenly go crazy.

But even in this extreme panic, they were still participants in the bonfire party, eating barbecue with big mouthfuls and forcing out laughter.

"Hahahaha! This bonfire party is really interesting! Look how happy everyone is!" The child laughed heartily, "My favorite thing is camping! People all over the world should live this kind of life! Only meat and alcohol are allowed, no vegetables! Only tents are allowed, no houses are allowed! Have all the houses here been demolished?"

"Reporting to the chief, about one third of it has been demolished. It should be completely demolished before noon tomorrow!"

“No… This is the house my grandfather left me…” An old man knelt down in front of the child: “Great… Great leader, please have mercy and don’t demolish my house…”

"Tsk! You come to mourn such a happy occasion, ruining the fun! Are you disobeying my orders? Do you look down on me? Are you repaying kindness with enmity?" The child's voice gradually increased, his eyes widened, and finally he stood up in anger: "Go to hell!"

"boom!"

The poor old man was blasted far away by the blast, his stomach was blown open, his intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the floor, and he died on the spot.

"You scum, low-level creatures! Can't I show you a bit of mercy? All of you must fear me and obey me!" The child pointed at the gang of robbers and said, "How about that move just now? Was it cool? Was it brutal enough? Am I the most evil robber leader in the world?"

"That's right! The leader is wise and brave, and he is awe-inspiring..." The subordinates responded in fear and trepidation, not daring to be negligent at all.