The most powerful wizard in the magic world

"You are such a prank! I am not afraid of your cold!" Gellin gritted his teeth, trying to control the undeniable shivering due to the cold, and shouted at Thorild angrily. His voice was particularly harsh in the cold air.

Thorild stood on the snow-covered high ground and smiled. His blue cloak fluttered gently in the wind, as if everything around him was cheering for him. "I must win this battle." He said to himself with a firm look in his eyes. "Gerlin, do you really think you can defeat me with brute force alone?"

"I will not be intimidated by your magic, Thorild!" Gerlin's momentum remained undiminished. He walked forward, his footsteps making a crisp sound on the ice, which was extremely oppressive. "I really want to see how long this little trick of yours can last!"

"You will never understand the true power of magic." Thorild's tone became gentle, but it revealed an invisible determination. "The law of ice is not just cold. It also has a power that is enough to freeze your will."

Gerlin's face changed slightly, as if the cold had already invaded his heart. He subconsciously quickened his pace, trying to shorten the distance between him and Torild, but the ground under the ice and snow kept slowing him down. "Damn ice!" he cursed in his heart.

"Hurry up, Gerling! This is not a gentle game." Thorild said lightly, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"You!" Gerlin was furious, his fists clenched, and a fiery passion burned in his body. Although his magic power was gradually fading, he was still unwilling to show weakness. "I won't give up!"

Thorild shook his head slightly, as if he was helpless about Gerlin's stubbornness. He didn't know when Gerlin became so stubborn. The Gerlin in his memory was not like this. However, the opponent in front of him seemed to be blinded by anger and became more and more difficult to control. He chanted a spell softly, and the air around him seemed to become colder.

"Don't do that again!" Gerlin roared, casting his fire magic. In front of him, the flames rushed out like a giant dragon, trying to turn the cold air into steam. The flames and ice collided fiercely, making a sharp explosion, and the temperature around them changed dramatically in an instant.

Torild frowned slightly. The calm battle he had envisioned did not go as he had hoped. Looking at Gerlin surrounded by flames, he realized that he had to control the situation faster. "If you continue like this, you will only hurt yourself, Gerlin!" He shouted loudly, trying to interrupt Gerlin's attack.

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt!" Gelling responded, his anger obviously driving away his rationality. "You don't know how strong I am!"

"Hoo! Monster!" The frost gradually emitted a subtle humming sound, and Torild's magic began to work. As the energy in the air gathered, a huge frost monster quietly took shape and approached the conflict between the two sides.

"Look! I am the winner!" Gerlin roared arrogantly, and the flames suddenly rushed towards the thick frost, trying to melt the ice beast in front of him with huge heat.

"Fire and ice cannot coexist." Torild's voice was like thunder, and the frost monster pounced on Gerlin who was raging with flames without hesitation.

Ice and fire, like two extremely threatening warships, straddled the sky torn by cold and heat. Gerlin's eyes revealed his indomitable spirit and fear. He knew that if he continued to allow Torild to attack him, he would inevitably fall into an even greater desperate situation. "I have to find a way to break his magic!"

"Are you still hesitating?" Thorild seemed to see through Gerlin's thoughts, and the smile on his face became more determined. "This battle is not that easy, don't expect to escape."

"You're right!" A throbbing flashed through Gerlin's heart, and he immediately decided to turn his inner fear into motivation. "I can't retreat!" He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the flames instantly gathered into a huge fireball, smashing it hard at the frost monster.

An explosion sounded, and the flames devoured part of the beast. However, the huge frost monster also took this opportunity to rush forward and pounced down fiercely. Gerlin had no time to react and was knocked away by the beast, falling heavily on the cold ground, and the ice around him immediately flew everywhere.

"Ah!" Gerlin screamed in pain, feeling the pain as if his body was torn apart. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the ground, still looking straight at Thorild, full of stubbornness and unyielding. "I will never lose to you! I will win!"

Seeing such a fierce situation, another emotion quietly rose in Torild's heart. He didn't want to really hurt Gerlin. He understood his companion's inner world, but at this moment he had to push him into a desperate situation. "Gerlin, your persistence is admirable, but what's the point of facing such a desperate situation?"

"The meaning?" Gellin narrowed his eyes and tried to stand firm, dust and ice fell from his body. "This is the meaning! This is my fighting spirit! I will not give up!"

"Then let me see how strong you are!" Torild's voice was steady. He suddenly waved his hand and the frost monster attacked Gerlin again.

At this moment, the power of ice and fire intertwined in the desperate situation, forming a beautiful yet cruel picture. Gelling slowly closed his eyes, inhaled, and his heart flashed with warm memories of the past. His family, friends, and those smiling faces all appeared at this moment.

"I must protect everything I have!" With his last shout, his body suddenly burst into dazzling light and flames burned fiercely, as if to turn all the danger and coldness into ashes.

Gerlin charged at the frost monster with great force, and the flames and cold intertwined more fiercely. His determination turned into strength, forming an invisible impact force between him and Torild. The whole world became blurred in an instant, and only this burning obsession formed a sharp contrast with the cold frost.