Chapter 364 Misha's Determination

A few months ago, the remains of Old John were burned to ashes by the fire set by the soldiers.

At that moment, the hatred and anger in Misha's heart surged out like a flood, breaking the last peace in her heart.

It seemed that a raging fire was burning in her heart, tightly wrapping her body, making her curl up in the corner, unable to extricate herself.

And at that moment, she suddenly found that she had the ability to create and control fire. This seemed to be an innate talent, which was stimulated by the catalysis of Old John's death.

"Pah."

Misha spread her palms, and a ball of jumping flames burned in her palms.

The flames were hot and bright, as if they were the embodiment of her heart.

"Release this power, maybe it can attract the attention of Lord Trump."

"It can even get the attention of His Majesty, and then... revenge for Old John personally."

Her brown pupils also ignited with fire, not knowing whether it was the reflection of the flames in her hands or the reaction of her mood changes.

Misha slowly raised her hands.

"Boom!"

With the sound of air explosion, a long dragon of fire was released from her palm and rushed straight into the sky.

The flames suddenly burst in the sky, and scattered sparks flew everywhere.

"What is that?"

"It's a spell!"

"It's so hot! Get out of here!"

Under this high temperature, the air was slightly distorted, and the people around were in chaos and fled in panic.

"It's an enemy attack!"

"Protect Lord Trump!"

"Damn it! Who dared to charge into the army?"

The surrounding attendants holding steel guns rushed into the panicked crowd, looking for the source of the spell, but only found a girl who was only eight or nine years old.

"You don't have to look for it, it's me."

Misha looked directly at the attendants without covering up, and she spread her hands like this, revealing the leaping flames in her palms.

"It's that girl!"

"That's her!"

"She was the one casting the spell just now! Catch her!"

The captain of the guards quickly raised his spear and shouted loudly. He didn't want to fail in his duty under the personal observation of the chief minister, Trump.

The surrounding guards also nervously surrounded him, constantly closing the encirclement, preparing to catch the unidentified spellcaster.

Suddenly, Trump's voice sounded.

"Stop."

"Don't be too nervous. How could the flames hurt me?"

"You, you are right."

The captain of the guards quickly lowered his head and responded nervously.

Romp slowly descended from mid-air and tapped the ground lightly with his staff. He looked down at the girl surrounded by the army not far away.

He was observing carefully.

She looked about eight or nine years old, petite and thin, with some dirt on her smooth skin, but there was no sign of dragonization.

The girl was trembling all over because of extreme nervousness, but she still looked at him from a distance, with a firm and stubborn look, and was not frightened by the tense situation.

According to Rump's estimation, the power of the spell just now has reached the level of the third ring - that is, she is likely born with a talent close to that of a fifth-level warlock!

Suddenly, Rump narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an interested expression.

"Born a warlock?"

"It is rare to have this level of spellcasting ability without experiencing the gift."

"She can become the power of the kingdom."

Thinking of this, Rump walked forward slowly, showing a smile that he thought was particularly kind, and whispered: "Child, don't be too nervous. I am Rump, the chief minister of the kingdom."

"Is there anything you want?"

However, Misha looked up, and the huge figure of the ogre enveloped her, with a weird smile on his ugly face, and even the long and curved fangs were exposed.

She seemed to smell the bloody breath coming towards her.

But in the end, with the support of her will, she was not frightened, but her body was shaking like a sieve.

Misha finally said timidly: "Lang, Lord Trump."

"I, I"

She gritted her teeth and remained silent for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and made a decision: "I want to see His Majesty!"

"Oh?"

"Lord Trump, I want to see His Majesty."

Misha asked again, her words were weak, but particularly firm and sincere.

Romp shook his head slowly, tapped the ground with his staff again, and turned halfway: "There are countless people who want to see His Majesty, they are either for wealth; for power; for strength, or... just want to admire His Majesty's majestic figure."

He turned his head and lowered his voice.

"And you--what for?"

"I, I"

Misha hesitated for a moment, but still answered firmly: "I want to avenge my grandfather, who died in the Magur Incident."

Rump replied indifferently: "Then your wish should have come true. Just two months ago, Marshal Doro led the Kingdom's army to annihilate the Northern Alliance. The Kingdom has avenged you."

Misha shook her head vigorously and gritted her teeth and said:

"No, it's not over yet. It was that damn Leo Bosque who planned the incident. He escaped with the power of the devil and has not received the judgment he deserves."

"I want to kill him myself."

Misha's eyes were full of tears, and a little fire suddenly flashed in her pupils.

"Interesting."

Rump's eyes suddenly showed a smile, and he waved to the guards around him casually.

"Go away, this is just a brave child, there is no need to be so wary of her."

"Yes, sir."

"I will follow your orders."

The guards retreated tactfully.

Then, the huge ogre slowly half-crouched down, his sturdy body like a meat mountain - even when he was crouching, he was much taller than the girl in front of him.

Rump looked down at the girl's brown eyes and asked softly: "Child, tell me, what is your name?"

"Misha, my name is Misha."

"This is the name my grandfather John gave me."

Misha mustered up all her courage, raised her head and looked directly into the ogre's eyes, her voice no longer trembling.

Rump stood up and said with a smile:

"Very good, Misha."

"Come on, I will take you to the palace, I believe His Majesty will be very happy to see you."

The ogre wizard gently raised his staff, and the invisible force lifted him and Misha up, letting them both float in the air.

"Ah."

Misha couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, but she still suppressed her excitement and only looked at the ground curiously occasionally.

It all seemed like a dream.

The goats beat the war drums again and played the passionate military music. The servants also quickly lined up in an orderly queue and surrounded Trump to march again.

The triumphal ceremony continued, and the people around talked about it and envied it - they wanted to rush up and replace him and become the one standing next to the ogre.

"Who is she? She is qualified to follow Lord Trump?"

"What a lucky guy."

"Enviable"

"Yes, being appreciated by the chief minister, I'm afraid another big man is about to be born." (End of this chapter)