Bergwood reached out and took out the bottle of blue liquid from his arms with difficulty.

However, before he could unscrew the lid, his hand was held down by a hunter, and he was forced to the back, putting on shackles. The pain in his arms made Begwood call him born. He was pressed to the ground and could not move at all. Another wizard hunter picked up the bottle of liquid and handed it to their leader, a one-eyed wizard hunter wearing a black blindfold.

"Haha, look at what I picked up, a bottle of magic potion, what is this, poison? Or some kind of magic potion? Can it make you invisible, or is it invulnerable to swords and guns?"

The one-eyed hunter's tone was ridiculous. Bergwood suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "No, that's not poison, that's divine water. Just drink it and you can gain infinite power. As long as you let me go, I can help you create this divine water. If you don't believe me, you can take a sip." Bergwood said quickly and urgently, like a third-rate stage actor who can't even remember the lines.

This clumsy performance made the one-eyed hunter sneer, "Do you think I am a fool? Since it is a divine water, why don't you drink it yourself?"

The man said and handed the bottle toward Begwood's mouth. Sean felt the fear and a hint of joy in Begwood's heart. It seemed that the thing and danger were what he urgently needed. He opened his mouth helplessly.

However, the one-eyed hunter's hand stopped, the bottle was hanging in the air, close to him but far away.

"Haha, I'm not that boring. You have fallen into my hands. No matter what this thing is, it doesn't matter. It's not a good thing anyway."

As he said, he poured the liquid from the bottle to the ground.

"No!" Bergwood let out a heart-wrenching roar, trying to snatch it forward, but was pulled back by the person behind him.

"It's useless. You are wearing magic-forbidden handcuffs on your hands. You can't use the magic power in your body." The one-eyed hunter said, looking at the liquid on the ground with interest. The liquid fell to the ground and immediately turned into blue smoke. It gradually spread and fluttered as the night wind gradually spread, spinning, dissipating in the air.

Bergwood struggled hard, as if he wanted to step forward and smoke some smoke.

The hunter dragged him back, like a dead dog, far away from the smoke.

The blue smoke eventually completely disappeared without any trace.

Bergwood lay on the ground, watching his efforts go to waste, his heart was ashamed, and despair was aroused by anger. His eyes looked at the one-eyed hunter with anger of hatred, as if he wanted to use this anger to burn the hunter in front of him.

The one-eyed hunter came over, "Why, you're angry? Hahaha, people like you see too many people. Without magic, they can't jump around like pheasants without wings. Humph, don't worry, you won't have to worry about these things soon."

Bergwood didn't say anything, Sean could feel something brewing, and his inner anger was burning fiercely, as if he wanted to use this anger to inspire some potential energy.

Sean felt aroused in his heart and felt that subtle feeling.

"Tell me where Morson Gard is now, I will give you some fun." The hunter pulled out a dagger and pressed him against Bergwood's neck.

Bergwood still didn't say anything, his face turned red and his whole body began to emit heat.

"Don't waste your energy, I said, you can't use magic."

Bergwood showed a grim smile, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to respond to the one-eyed hunter again, "Not all magic requires magic."

He said something, and a flame suddenly ignited on his body.

Mind magic – fire of anger!

The flames gushed out of his hands, and the two hunters who grabbed him screamed and let go. They tried desperately to shake off the flames on their bodies, but they could not extinguish them.

The one-eyed hunter looked terrified. Just as he was about to stab him, Bergwood opened his mouth wide, and flames spurted out of his mouth and his eyes, spraying the one-eyed hunter's face, turning him into a screaming fire man.

A hunter endured the burn and shot an arrow at him, piercing through Bergwood's back. Bergwood turned around and whipped a fire at the hunter.

Sean looked at everything that was happening in front of him in amazement. The hunters screamed and burned to ashes in the flames. Before Sean could breathe a sigh of relief, a violent burning suddenly came from all over his body.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found that the flame had actually spread to Bergwood, and even the wound was gushing out.

What kind of trick is this? The caster himself will be burned?

The flames burned Bergwood's skin and flesh were incredibly painful, but the pain further triggered the fury in his heart. Why is this happening? Why! I am about to succeed, all my previous efforts were wasted, and I failed. All my efforts were put into scattering water. Even I was about to die. I was not convinced!

The more angry Begwood was, the more violent the fire became. As the reader of memory, Sean had to bear the whole process. He thought to himself that the real life was a dog, how could this be more miserable than the other time?

I don’t know if it was because it was so painful, so annoyed by the way of reading memories that he was cheated, or because he was infected by Bergwood, he himself fell into rage.

His eyes were red, and endless anger had covered his eyes. His burned consciousness gradually became blurred, and he finally fell into darkness.

In the darkness, he vaguely saw a picture, and he saw Bergwood sitting next to the fire, listening to an old white-bearded man telling something.

That should be the replay of Begwood's death before his death, and now it is presented to him like a movie easter egg.

"The fire of wrath is a kind of spiritual magic. The magic in this system is the most primitive ancient magic. It does not require magic power to be cast. Its power comes from the power of thoughts deep in the mind. My dear Bergwood, you are born with a magic power that is not active enough, and you may not be able to learn real magic in the future, so I will teach you this ancient magic so that you can at least call yourself a magician and have a certain self-protection ability.

But be aware that although the spiritual magic is powerful, it has a fatal disadvantage. Its power comes from the mind and is therefore affected by emotions in the heart. Anger can produce flames, but anger can also make people lose their minds. When the flame is uncontrollable, it can not only burn the enemy, but sometimes it will also hurt itself. 'Those who play with fire will burn themselves', you must pay more attention to this."

"Okay grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely become a great magician." The young Bergwood said seriously, his eyes flashing with passion and sincerity.

The picture was frozen at this moment, and then gradually faded out, the fire became dim and completely annihilated into the darkness.

Sean slowly opened his eyes, as if he woke up from a nightmare. He was lying on the snow at this time, and the cold and wet touch came from under him. The moonlight had disappeared, and the dark clouds covered the sky again. Perhaps it would snow again soon.

The cold wind blew on his face, making him quickly recover from his gratitude.
Chapter completed!