Joccard was originally a burly black man, but after performing witchcraft, he was more tall than two meters, and he was even more burly, giving people a sense of irresistible strength.

He slashed out like lightning, extremely fast.

The pirates on the opposite side had no time to raise the weapon in their hands, and felt a force like a mountain torrent burst out from Jocard's weapon, fierce and messy.

He always felt that his strength was very good and could fight against tigers and leopards.

But at this moment, he felt that his strength was too weak compared to Joccard, so weak that he could not control his body at all. His feet left the ground and flew out toward the back.

bump!

He hit his companion behind him and directly knocked his companion to the ground, and the two of them rolled into a ball.

Jokad succeeded with a blow, and while the effect of witchcraft had not yet passed, he waved his scimitar, like a lightning bolt, and took action in the passage. Each knife was like a thunder, making a dull sound of breaking through the air.

Many people can clearly see that the air was slashed by this knife, and the picked-up airflow whistled toward both sides.

However, after three or five breaths, all of these people were killed by gentleman Jocard.

"Damn it!" Joccard cursed, his bones made crackling sounds, his body shrank, and his strength began to weaken, but he seemed to be unaffected and his actions were still light.

Soon, he took his men through the corridor and came to a bustling hall.

Entering the hall, Mr. Jocard saw the scene where his teeth were broken.

When corpses fell on the ground of the hall, they were everywhere, and blood flowing out of the corpses could even be gathered into a stream.

The air emits a disgusting smell of blood.

Joccard bit his teeth and made a crunching sound. These were his companions, but they died here at this time.

In addition to the corpse, many companions have been caught, tied up their hands and feet, and kneeled on the ground.

The group of people were excited to see Mr. Jokad, but their mouths were covered with blood-stained cotton cloth, and they could not speak, and could only make whimpering sounds.

"Calm down, my fellow countrymen." Mr. Jocard comforted his companions, "I will definitely save you."

Then, he saw another group of people in the hall.

It was this group of people who broke into their lair, killed some of their companions, and kidnapped some of their companions, as if they had won a battle, and they were proudly despised themselves.

"Witcher Pirates!"

The gentleman Jokad had already recognized the other party. The little devil named Marne at the front had escaped under his command several times, causing him a lot of trouble.

"Meet again, Pirate King Jokad." Maren said calmly.

"Little devil, I admit that you are very powerful and can easily penetrate my lair and catch me off guard. If it were someone else, you might have fallen, but unfortunately, you underestimate a wizard too much."

Joccard's eyes were full of murderous intent that was so strong that it could not be resolved.

Marne was unmoved by this, "Jokad Pirate King, you were blinded by anger, I mind you should calm down."

"Is this your last words?" Joccard was unmoved.

Marne chuckled and said, "I have never underestimated the wizard. But you, Pirate King Jokad, I think you seem to have forgotten who our pirate group is."

Wizard Pirates, Wizards?! Joccard was shocked and seemed to understand.

In an instant, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of him, "For the first time we met, Mr. Jocard, I am the leader of the Wizard Pirates. Although it is a bit abrupt, I hope you can surrender to me."

Joccard widened his eyes and saw that the person who suddenly appeared in front of him turned out to be a young boy.

But he did not dare to underestimate the boy in front of him.

Because he felt a powerful magic power from the boy, which was a powerful magic power far beyond his own, a magic power that he could not catch up with even if he beat him.

There is no doubt that this is a wizard, a wizard who is many times stronger than himself.

The leader of the Wizard Pirates.

The gentleman Jokad's eyes turned, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. At this moment, the language was undoubtedly pale, because in powerful language, there was no way to help him defeat the enemy in front of him.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Mr. Jocard swore that he had never seen such a huge magic in humans.

This seems to be completely not the strength that humans should have.

Wang Bo couldn't help laughing, "It would be too rude to say that I'm a monster, gentleman Jokad."

Joccard shook his head and finally raised the scimitar in his hand.

"As a result, do you want to resist me?" Wang Bo said.

"Your hands are covered with blood from my companions," said Joccard. "I can't forgive someone who killed my companions."

"Even if you know you are not my opponent?"

"Even if you know you are not your opponent!"

"What a respectable person."

Wang Bo's colleague, Joccard, suddenly used his hand to touch the blade, and the scimitar immediately burned the blazing flames, and the scorching breath seemed to ignite the air.

The next second, he pounced on Wang Bo without hesitation. The scorching blade that had not touched Wang Bo yet seemed to burn Wang Bo to ashes.

Wang Bo felt that there was high temperature everywhere between his mouth and nose, and the air became hot, and he breathed as if it was no longer air, but a hot air flow.

Wang Bo did not dodge or avoid, pushed the Golden Bell cover and grabbed the scimitar that Joccard had slashed.

When Joccard saw this scene, he couldn't help but be happy. He killed too many enemies with this move. Since the other party is so arrogant, he doesn't mind giving the other party a chance.

"Die!"

Bang!

However, the next second, an embarrassing thing happened. Wang Bo easily grabbed the scimitar. Whether it was the sharp blade or the burning flame, it could not cause any damage to Wang Bo.

Joccard couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise, "How is this possible?"

Just when he was stunned, he was shocked to find that Wang Bo's palm released a terrible cold current. The terrible frozen air not only extinguished the flames of the blade, but even frozen on the blade.

Crack Crack Crack Crack…

The ice continued to spread on the blade, and the blade ended in one breath and headed towards the hilt. Jokad subconsciously let go of the blade, but it was still a little late.

He felt his hand holding the hilt tightly, with frostbite and his whole hand lost consciousness.

Such a strong gap made Joccard realize his limits.
Chapter completed!