The Scarecrow’s Curse!

The five of them went into battle, and all kinds of attacks landed on Flanders.

How stupid. Was this the team led by the second-in-command of the Mage Association?

It was hilarious.

Flanders' gaze passed through the formation of mages, and his mocking gaze met Jarrosus' eyes.

The corners of his mouth split open.

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

"Hmph!"

Jarrosus did not care about Flanders' words. Many people had said that in the past, but he was still alive and well.

Flanders retracted his gaze and looked at the mages who had surrounded him.

Just a moment ago, he had even eliminated a mage from a branch.

Such a shocking battle result had not attracted the attention of the other side.

No, perhaps from the opponent's point of view, this was the opponent's attention.

But it did not matter. It did not matter whether he paid attention to it or not. Some things had already been decided.