Vol 2 Chapter 1290: Fire of revenge

The sudden deflagration caused a powerful shock wave. Under the violent impact, the soldiers controlled by Azir almost completely disappeared in a blink of an eye-and Azir himself was thrown away by the powerful shock. Go out.
Fortunately, the body of the ascendant is strong enough, otherwise Azir will go to see Qianjue again!
As the firelight bloomed again, the entire Shurima city was silent for an instant, and everyone knew what it meant.
His Majesty the Emperor...in trouble!
Amidst the worries of the people, a figure appeared in mid-air, illuminating the night sky-this time it was not Azir that took off, but a burning flame that had never been seen by the people. People.
"Uncontrollable idiot." Condescending, this guy flaunted his ultra-Azr with his flaming left hand, "Mortal, you are not qualified to stop me, tell me now, where is Ritz?"
"Who is Ritz?" The violent impact made Azir spit out blood, and Yin Hong's blood stained his golden feathers. "Who are you?"
"Ritz...an old man with blue skin." The other party seemed to be reluctantly suppressing his rage. "And I... you can call me Brand."
Brand?
Azir tried hard to recall his two lives, but he had never heard the name Brand-and before he thought of a way to deal with the other party, the other party's insignificant patience seemed to be exhausted.
"It seems that you don't know." Brand did not mean to take into account Azir's identity. "Then... just die-I will give you a great new life in the ashes!"
A huge group of flames turned into a roaring dragon, and flew to Azir with open wings-although Azir tried hard to flap his wings and tried to avoid it, this fire dragon seemed to completely lock him, let him do it several times. The moving route is still chasing behind.
In the process, Azir tried several times to summon sand soldiers to block, but no matter how many sand soldiers, they would be directly destroyed by the breath of the fire dragon, and no was left.
Seeing that the fire dragon was about to tear Azir to pieces, this time Nethers was finally too late.
"Withering--"
The power of the heroic spirit was completely mobilized by Nethers. Here in Shurima City, Nethers' fighting strength is extraordinary.
The fire dragon showed a real terror, it seemed to want to break free, but in the end it was firmly hugged by countless unseen Shuriming Ling and completely sealed up-with the destruction of the fire dragon, Nethers saw A soul was finally liberated, it was an ancient dragon.
The soul of this ancient dragon nodded slightly towards Nethers, then opened his wings at the next moment and dissipated into the night sky.
"Oh, an interesting guy." The Fireman in the air watched Nethers appear, not only without any tension, but also showed some special interest. "You must be a little stronger behind you. what……"
"The fire of disaster." Neces turned into a desert grim reaper and raised his axe in his hand. "I know you, but I didn't expect you to get rid of the seal at this time..."
"Don't describe me with your name that is not worth mentioning." Brand snapped his fingers and several fire dragons rose into the air. "Call me Vengeful Flame Soul-Vengeful Flame Soul Brand!"
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Vengeful Flame Soul Brand-an apprentice of Reitz.
Although he now appears in the palace of Shurima, Brand is not a Shurima.
His original name was Keegan Novo, and he came from Freilzhud.
As the son of a Dr. Freard Crowder, Keegan Novo was born to be a stranger. His mother's meager magic and herbal medicine knowledge allowed the mother and son to make a living on the edge of the small village of Rigain in the coastal village.
Keegan’s mother didn’t have many friends, and they all came and went in a hurry. At that time, although Keegen was still a child, he knew very early that his father was a fierce robber, and it was because of his father’s identity-even because Himself-makes his mother be avoided.
The villagers of Riegen called him "the robber's bastard." This kind of title with strong insults was unbearably heavy for a teenager.
Keegan gradually grew up in this heavy.
In a seemingly endless winter, after several years of torment, the frail mother let go of her, and Keegan threw her ashes, and remembered the people she spent all her life to heal-no one came to express condolences. He knew that they wished he had disappeared in the cold wind with his mother.
Maybe...when they are hurt again, will they remember the mother and son?
Thus, Giegen, who had mastered the power of flame, burned his village.
After that, Keegan began to wander in the frozen tundra of Freljod, on the pretext that he was looking for his father, but deep down, he was looking for a friend...or, at least, a friendly one face.
Freildrode in the winter is deadly. As Keegan pursues in vain, cold and hungry, he digs into a cave, ready to wait for death.
But what he waited for was not death, but another alien.
The mysterious magician Ritz saw the potential in this half-frozen young man, so he accepted him as an apprentice. This pair of mentors and apprentices experienced many stumbling trips. Keegan's immature and wild magic made both of them frustrated and discouraged, while Ritz's demands for patience and humility were often ignored.
Unfortunately, the cultivation of Keegan can only be ranked second, and Ritz is always most concerned about his original mission. He has been searching for and hiding a force large enough to destroy the rune land-the legendary world rune.
After tracing a piece of rune, Keegan faced that desperate temptation, the same temptation had made too many people irrational-the rune is the source of all magic in this world, and he ignored the mentor 'S warning, choose to take this power to own.
Reitz was forced to witness his failure~EbookFREE.me~ witnessed that his apprentice was burned by the original magic, and Keegan's soul was completely swallowed. At that moment, a new soul was born, it was not the young man who had been rescued in the snow and ice by Ritz, nor was it the Mister Frerechord who had been regarded as a friend by him.
This flame and furious revenge spirit walking in the realm of mortals is now known as Brand by the world.
Brand cursed his former master and cursed everyone else who prevented him from taking the runes. Brand threw out the long tongue of magic flames, and Ritz barely took a life back.
Hundreds of years have passed since that day. Brand is living in the world like a lawless wildfire. He is always taking it and never returning anything to the world.
Sometimes, he was a shooting star on the sky, and sometimes, he sank into the cold land into a long sleep, waiting for that unique magical breath to lead him to another world rune...
By the way, the coffin that Nethers and Recton used to seal Zelas was intended to be used to seal Brand-the Shurema called him a disaster.