Chapter 17 Begging for Mercy

In a messy battlefield, they stood about ten meters away from Wharton.

Wharton pretended to be frightened, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

He said in a tone mixed with surprise and fear, "Didn't you run away? Why are you back? Aren't you afraid of my fireball? "

Ha-ha!

The Jack laughed, and then a ferocious expression appeared on his face.

"Damn it, little guy. I don't know why you have so much magic power that you can use such a powerful fireball skill. But once it is used up, you will be even weaker than a mortal. You can only be partitioned by us at will."

As he spoke, he led Gregor and Sith closer.

At this time, Korn, Tristan and the others were still far away, chasing after the small number of thieves. He had never expected that the magic power of Wharton would be used up at this time.

"Young master Wharton!"

Tristan panicked, he frantically wanted to rush back to protect him. But obviously, it was too late.

Korn panicked.

As a warrior, he knew better how weak a mage was. Once the magic power was used up, he would be like a lamb.

Wharton was amused by everyone's reaction.

"Stupid! I deceived those ordinary thieves just now, and you are confused as well. This time I took in the three leaders of the gang. Why are you still fooled together?"

In fact, it was not Tristan and Korn's fault.

They really cared about Wharton.

Besides, who knew there would be a monster like him in the world!

Jack said to Sith, "Summon the skeleton warriors. Kill them with Gregor later."

"Yes, sir."

With a weird smile, necromancer waved his staff and summoned three skeleton warriors with wooden shields and long knives from the ground.

Gregor adjusted the fighting spirit inner and gathered on the gloves of his hands. Immediately, a faint white light appeared.

With the help of fighting spirit, he could punch a thousand pounds of strength.

He could beat a strong wild bull to death with a punch, and also smash rocks. Let alone a fragile mage without magic.

Gregor and the three skeleton warriors rushed to surround Wharton.

And the Jack was about six or seven meters away. At the same time, he released the fireball skill.

"Swoosh!"

The orange fireball whooshed away.

Wharton pretended to be panic and dodged aside.

Although the fireball skill didn't hit him, he flew backwards almost close to his body and hit a big tree. But this also convinced Jack that this fellow really had no magic power.

"Closer! Closer!"

Gregor could even see the fear on this hateful boy's face. He clenched his fists and said, "If you kneel down to beg for mercy, you may die a faster and less painful death."

While speaking, he was only three meters away from Wharton.

At this moment, Wharton laughed.

He smiled happily.

The fear on his face was swept away.

Although Gregor was not very smart, he was a little more stupid than the two leaders Jack and Sith. But at this moment, he also instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

He was going to speed up and punch Wharton to death.

But it was too late.

Wharton turned his right hand, and another magic power which was completely different from before rushed out of his body and quickly formed a whirlpool of ice and snow in his palm.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Gregor.

"Level 1 magic of ice, Ice Wind!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

An extremely cold cyclone with a large number of ice pieces spurted out from Wharton's palm. The wind blew past.

As soon as Ice Wind blew on Gregor, he stopped.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

With an icy sound Gregor was frozen all over in a second.

He still kept rushing forward, and his body was covered with a layer of solid transparent ice. He looked like an ice sculpture!

Finally, the prompt tone of "system" rang in Wharton's mind.

"Ding!"

"We have successfully killed the leader of the gang. Congratulations host, and you've got 1000 gold coins. Keep going!"

Wharton only felt that the prompt for completing this task was like the sound of nature, incomparably beautiful.

But he didn't have time to cheer up, because there were two big fat sheep in front of him!

In other words, there were only Jack and Sith less than six meters away from him.

Six meters, this is the farthest distance that Wharton can use the level 1 magic of ice, Ice Wind skill. If it was exceeded, it would have no effect.

After all, Ice Wind skill's attacking distance of six meters was much shorter than the distance of fifteen meters from the fireball technique.

Fortunately, Jack and Sith were within the effective range of Ice Wind skill's attack because he was too relaxed.

Wharton sneered.

"My fire-type magic power is indeed exhausted, but unfortunately, I can also use the ice magic!"

Without hesitation, he raised his hand again and cast the spell forward.

"Ice Wind skill!"

An extremely cold cyclone with ice fragments swept towards Jack and Sith.

The two turned pale with fright.

They didn't expect that the situation would change in just one or two seconds.

"Damn it! He, he is the ice fire double systems mage? "

Jack had seen too many incredible things tonight.

The first one was a country aristocrat. He was a level-1 mage at such a young age. But this guy's magic power was far more powerful than that of the ordinary level-1 mage.

He had thought that by sacrificing the lives of more than 100 brothers, he had consumed all the magic power of his opponents. But he didn't expect that his opponent could use the magic of ice!

As for necromancer Sith, it was even worse.

He was going to run for his life with Gregor. If he really ran away at that time, he could survive and be safe.

But because he obeyed the order of the leader, he was going to die.

Necromancer was as weak as mage.

As a result, with a slight touch of ice wind skill Sith, the corpse like guy was immediately frozen into a transparent ice sculpture - without even making a scream.

"level 2 magic, Flame Wall."

Jack fight it out!

He used his most powerful skill, defensive magic.

But because the distance was too close, his speed was still a little slow

Therefore, before the circular walls formed by the flames closed and completely protected him, the extremely cold ice cyclone had already blown in.

"Ah! My hand! My hand! "

Ice Wind's hands, which were Jack, were blown by Wharton and instantly froze into ice.

He fell to the ground and screamed.

He couldn't hold on any longer, so the flames quickly dispersed.

Jack shouted in a hoarse voice, looking at Wharton who was about to use the magic again.

"Please, please forgive me. I'm willing to be your slave!"

However, Wharton just glanced at him contemptuously and disdained to answer.