Four Split Personalities

However, a week ago, West Gate Fire and others learned through certain channels that Anka Market was preparing to dispatch an officially sanctioned caravan, hiring several adventurer teams for escort duty.

This could very well be the last time...

Knowing they had attracted the attention of Anka Market, West Gate Fire and his gang were confident they could take down a third caravan without holding back their true strength. However, they equally understood that after this robbery, Anka Market would certainly send someone to exterminate them as they still dared to lurk near Parsai Avenue. Therefore, they had planned a few days in advance to take their last haul and make a getaway.

As for their underlings, well, they would be left to fend for themselves.

"Robbery!!"

Considering this could be his last heist in the near future, West Gate Fire, already accustomed to such banditry, suddenly felt a tinge of melancholy. So, after shattering Pars High Furnace’s demon rift, he bellowed like Yellow Fei Fan had before him. His greatsword, imbued with the crimson Jin Qi under the enhancement of the passive skill [TM Bear’s Strength], coupled with his flamboyant [Magic Breaker Armor], cut a heroic figure.

"You’re trying to stop us?"

West Gate Fire raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, leaning on his greatsword, "It’s just a desperate fight, boys, charge!"

Dozens of bandits burst forth in perfect coordination. At West Gate Fire’s command, the ranged professions unleashed a wild barrage; Mages conjured Flame Explosions, hail, and falling rocks, Shamans cast Lightning Chains, exploding magma, and Rapids, with Rangers’ arrows and Shadow Blades from Techniques seamlessly joining the fray, creating a stunning spectacle.

So stunning that... not only were the adventurers forced into a retreat, but even the melee professions within the bandit group didn’t dare move forward, frightened of being accidentally killed by their overeager allies.

"A bunch of idiots!"

A sinister voice rose from the air, sharply scolding: "Warriors and Knights crush through the front, other melee professions follow behind, ranged on both flanks suppress, do not use area damage skills, anyone who hits their own I swear I’ll personally butcher."

The bandits instantly got a grip, scrambling to arrange themselves according to the orders of Cappuccino, the second-in-command. They launched a ferocious charge, hounding the on-the-retreat guards and nearly scattering them in a single wave.

The adventurers were in a tough spot, unable to complain. Due to the dispersed nature of their camp, not many could react in time to support this area. Ambushed by bandits that erupted into violence less than a hundred meters from the camp, the adventurers and the company’s officials were caught completely off guard. Even though their superior combat training meant they hadn’t suffered significant casualties in the short term, one couldn’t tell when that high-ranking warrior would charge in for a devastating attack. Plus, the Thief who appeared just once then vanished without a trace, only his voice heard, left everyone in a panic. Though retreating to the central area was the objective, they were increasingly anxious.

They weren’t rookies. A mere calculation made it clear that it would take at least five to six minutes for their companions from other directions to assemble here. But the question was, could they last five to six minutes?

Yes!

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

A deep roar sounded from behind them. The adventurers turned to see an Ogre that wasn’t particularly tall for its kind charging over clumsily. He... or rather, they had two heads. The left head was roaring incomprehensibly under a wide-brimmed wizard’s hat, while the right head, covered in a large steel helmet, reassured them in an educated tone: "Don’t be afraid, I’m here!"

[Who the hell are you!]

A few who hadn’t caught on were thoroughly bemused.

"That must be the Two-headed Ogre from the Woof Woof Team."

Many, however, immediately recognized him.

Even so, no one believed that this Two-headed Ogre named Anthony Dubs could turn the tide of the battle. It’s true that Two-headed Ogres are a rare breed with potential, but potential is different from actual strength. Facing the overwhelming numbers of the bandits, nobody believed that reinforcements of the same mid-rank as themselves could make any difference. Even if he could fight two or three opponents at once, what use would it be if he got bombarded and cut down?

"Don’t be reckless!"

A kind-hearted adventurer, unwilling to watch Anthony die in vain, hurriedly shouted at his overly conspicuous silhouette.

"I’m fine, everyone hold steady!"

"Anthony, I will kill you!"

The two heads of the ogre roared in unison, and then...

A halo, rippling with dark red shimmer, burst forth from Anthony Dubs’s hand and swiftly ignites into seductively impure flames mid-air, converging into over a dozen fireballs each with a radius just over thirty meters and thunderously falling upon the center of the advancing bandits at the forefront.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Dreary firelight swept forth, instantly igniting seven or eight of the leading warriors, and that was not all; after those bone-chilling magic fires passed, pillars of raging fire erupted from where each fireball had landed, tossing the slow-to-react bandits into disarray, a scrawny goblin thief right on the impact spot of a fireball being burnt black and sent flying with a ’yowl’ half a second later.

Following that...

"Hahaha! Burn! Explode! Kill you all! You little bugs!"

Anthony laughed loudly, then swiftly snapped his left hand onto his right wrist, excitedly opening his mouth wide: "Burn!"

Bang!!

A giant fireball nearly one meter in diameter, like a shooting star with a blazing tail, ’floated’ towards the group of bandits that had been left confounded by the explosions!

[Great Fireball-ball-ball-ball·Modified]

Active skill of the Fire Element School

Mastering Requirements: Fire Element Specialization Level 20, Negative Energy Specialization Level 10, Intelligence 45, possesses the Talents [Flame Affinity]/[Son of Elements], and usage of [Great Fireball-ball-ball-ball] ≥100 times

Cost/Limit: 300 Magic Points

Effect: Fires three high-burning fireballs infused with Dark Power, bombarding a designated area within thirty meters, causing moderate fire damage, slight dark damage, 60% probability to create a Lesser Flame Wind at the point of contact, and a 30% probability of triggering an additional Burgeoning Flame Explosion after the Lesser Flame Wind, with a cooldown time of 3 minutes.

Trait: The Lesser Flame Wind causes very low fire damage, very low dark damage and has a knockback effect; the Burgeoning Flame Explosion causes slight fire damage, a moderate chance of knocking targets within range airborne, and a low probability of applying the [Burning] status.

High-Energy: Anthony is extremely excited! Will fire an additional 5-8 high-burning fireballs, with a small chance to fire potent high-burning fireballs, and by channeling, increases the activation rate of Lesser Flame Wind and Burgeoning Flame Explosion to 90%.

Low-Energy: Anthony is very displeased, and haphazardly tosses a fireball at a target, significantly increasing damage when targeting allies, 100% trigger of the Flame Wind, and incapable of triggering Burgeoning Flame Explosion.

[Note 1: Dubs! Impressive! Anthony! Also not bad!]

[Note 2: Anthony! Not a fan of you!]

Chapter 619: The End