Cautious probing (2)

In fact, Drogo wasn't lost in thought, he had been paying attention to Fennimore the whole time, just using his peripheral vision.

Now, hearing Fennimore shouting like that, Drogo immediately got goosebumps on one arm. The other party said he wanted to crush him, but Drogo really wished he could go over and pull out all his teeth first.

If he kept talking and kept acting like a big man, Drogo was afraid that he would suddenly go crazy and take the initiative to crush himself.

As an opponent, Drogo couldn't be bothered to say a word. He was different from Gleson, who appeared bold on the surface but was extremely stable in his heart. When facing an enemy, Gleson always defended first, then counterattacked heavily after withstanding the opponent's first wave of attacks, using powerful magic to achieve victory.

Drogo, on the other hand, had experienced the oppression of the old bastard Quinn in his previous world, and the fire that had been suppressed in his heart had reached its peak. In this world, faced with everything unknown, Drogo had already made up his mind not to be passive anymore.

Reflected in battle, what Drogo believed in was that the strongest attack was the best defense. Sudden and continuous attacks were the winning path that Drogo believed in.

So Drogo didn't even bother to answer the other party's words. He didn't even give Fennimore any time to react. Without any change in expression or state, Drogo had already made a move.

With a flick of his wrist, the most direct, most straightforward, and of course the most ordinary fireball spell shot towards Fennimore.

Fennimore was waiting for Drogo to pick him up, but he didn't expect Drogo to attack him suddenly. Facing the sudden attack, Fennimore showed the reaction ability that a mid-level wizard should have.

He quickly recited a spell and waved his wand, and a dozen vines grew in front of him. Vine Shield was a third-level primary wood magic. If the magic was completed, it would form a giant shield made of vine in front of the wizard.

Now that Drogo caught him off guard, although Fennimore recited the spell quickly, he couldn't complete it before the fireball arrived. However, Fennimore believed that even if the Vine Shield was not completely formed, it would be enough to block Drogo's fireball. The reason was simple: although Fireball was the most aggressive first-level magic, it was still a first-level magic, and its inherent weakness made it incomparable to a third-level Vine Shield. Moreover, Drogo himself was only a second-level wizard, and his magic power could not make the fireball much more powerful.

In Fennimore's opinion, there was no problem with blocking Drogo's fireball. And once he blocked it, the Vine Shield would be completed. With the protection of the Vine Shield, he could unleash his strongest magic as requested by that gentleman.

However, Fennimore's plan would have worked against an ordinary second-level wizard, but he was facing Drogo.

Drogo's strength was not just second-level, and the fireball he cast was not ordinary either. With a loud explosion, the fireball released by Drogo had already pierced through the just-formed Vine Shield. However, the Vine Shield still consumed most of the fireball's power, and when the fireball was about to hit Fennimore's chest, it completely lost its strength and disappeared.

Fennimore was taken aback by the scene. If the fireball from earlier had been any stronger, he would have been hit. Setting aside the issue of whether he would have been injured or not, it would have been extremely embarrassing for a fifth-level wizard to be hit by a second-level wizard's fireball in the first round of combat.

Fennimore was secretly relieved that he had managed to block the sudden attack with the vine shield that was about to complete. Without the element of surprise, his opponent, Drogo, was no match for him.

As Fennimore was mentally calculating how to torment Drogo later, a cry of astonishment from the spectators outside snapped him out of his daydream. The greater shock was yet to come as another, even larger fireball flew through the hole created by the first one and headed straight for his chest.

"Ah!"

The fireball was already in front of him, and the scorching heat emanating from it was clearly more intense than the previous one. Fennimore's heart nearly stopped in fear.

He quickly dispelled the vine shield, which was still incomplete and impossible to complete. He blocked the incoming fireball with his magic staff before it hit his chest. His staff was made of 200-year-old sandalwood and was the finest in the Barlow City branch of the Watson Magic Guild. In addition to its excellent conductivity of magic power, it also had great toughness.

In his perilous situation, Fennimore didn't have the luxury of considering how Drogo had managed to cast a second fireball in such a short time. He only knew that if he didn't block this fireball, his fate would be dire. His only hope rested on the expensive magic staff he had purchased.

Clang!

Fennimore was lucky. His magic staff indeed blocked the fireball and instantly shattered the one cast by Drogo. However, Fennimore was not unscathed, as he had to bear the force of the fireball on his own.

Fennimore took six or seven steps back in a stumbling retreat, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, the embarrassing mishap did not happen to him, and he managed to steady himself.

But just as he regained his footing, a cry of alarm from his companions, seemingly carrying some kind of curse, reached his ears. Fennimore looked up suddenly and, sure enough, another fireball was hurtling towards him.

And it was not just any fireball, it was larger than the previous two, almost more like an explosive fireball than a simple fireball spell!

Fennimore had a sudden realization - this was indeed an explosive fireball. Drogo had inherited the technique of firing magic spells in rapid succession from Matthew, but spells cast through this technique only got weaker and weaker.

For Drogo now, casting the same spell twice in a row was the optimal state. So, he had prepared two consecutive fireballs from the very beginning, the first to break through the vine shield that had yet to form, and the second to attack Fennimore through the hole created by the first.

Drogo expected that even if the second fireball did not cause much damage to Fennimore, it would certainly make him flustered. And indeed, Fennimore barely managed to block the second fireball but lost his balance, leaving him completely vulnerable.

At this point, Drogo's third spell was about to take effect - an explosive fireball he had cast with all his might. And Fennimore had no way of dodging or blocking it.

With a loud bang, the explosive fireball made contact with Fennimore, but before he could be blasted away by the force, it suddenly exploded. The two forces collided, enveloping Fennimore completely in flames, and sending him flying outwards.

It was as if Rabail had grown wings, as he flew more than ten steps away before crashing into the crowd of the Watson Magic Guild with a loud thud.

This is bad. Other than Fennimore, who knows what kind of injuries he sustained, two members of the Watson Magic Guild have already passed out from being hit. One of them seemed to have had their head smashed open, with red and white pouring out...

Fennimore's flames were still burning, and he was still lying on the ground without moving, while two others had been seriously injured by him. It was a scene of misery, but the members of the Watson Magic Guild seemed to be in a daze, motionless. They even forgot to check on the three injured people.

Drogo, on the other hand, had a face of innocence, but his seemingly pitiful tone was filled with more schadenfreude.

"Ah, why bother. I say, miss, why don't you go up there yourself. People like them are just making fools of themselves by coming up here."

The members of the Watson Magic Guild were still stunned, seemingly not hearing what Drogo said. But on the other side, Gleson, who was watching, was surprised by Drogo's words.

"Are you saying that person... is a woman?"