From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Standing in front of the window, Roland stretched out his hand and caught the rain falling from the sky.

Under the blockade of his mental power, the raindrops and sounds from the outside world were perfectly blocked outside the window.

I just guessed that there really were pirates coming to the door.

Roland felt the rain falling on his palm.

A second-level spell that uses the natural environment? It also comes with a slight chill, but it doesn't have much lethality. Even if ordinary people get wet for more than ten or twenty minutes, they will probably just catch a cold.

Is it lack of ability, or is it showing mercy?

However, can there be such a spell in the Silver Sea at this time? It's interesting.

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, clenched his right fist, and quickly confirmed the position of the opposite caster using the magic power diluted countless times in the rain as material.

Then Roland opened his eyes and looked over.

Behind the merchant ship, a small light transport ship was quickly approaching the merchant ship under the cover of rain.

On the transport ship, three lightly armored warriors were quietly sharpening their weapons, and a spellcaster in a somewhat worn-out robe was taking the time to meditate and restore his magic.

Behind the spellcaster, an assassin lurking in the shadows was silently playing with the dagger in his hand, and beside him, an archer was holding a bunch of tools to maintain and repair the longbow.

Three fighters, one assassin, one bow, and one spell.

Roland glanced at them and found that their strongest was only a second-level warrior and a second-level spellcaster, and the rest were first-level extraordinary people.

In addition to these six extraordinary people, there were more than a dozen ordinary warriors on the transport ship who were holding weapons, had trained their bodies, and had some traces of breathing techniques on their bodies, as well as ordinary crew members who were responsible for handling trivial matters and rowing.

Although for Roland, a spell could solve them, but if it was the garrison on this merchant ship, it might be overturned.

Roland glanced at them again.

After looking them up and down for a few times, Roland hesitated and retracted his perception.

He retracted his wet right hand.

A ball of fire ignited on his right hand, and then it passed through the place wet by the rain, and Roland's arm immediately became dry.

After using a spell to deal with the rain on his body, Roland closed his eyes, evoked the magic power in his body, and constructed a relatively complex four-ring spell model.

While Roland was casting the spell, Hela, who was resting on the bed, also opened her eyes in a daze.

She tilted her head to look at Roland, and then, under her control, the strong negative energy quickly stimulated her brain and made her quickly alert.

Without any hesitation, she immediately got out of bed, took the magic book out of the space bracelet, and looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, the gray crow hanging on the pillar of the room to rest also quickly disappeared into the room under her urging.

The virtual gray crow flapped its wings and vigilantly scanned the surroundings.

Then, without finding anything, it decisively went deep into the virtual world and hid in the corner of the room. While carefully observing the surroundings, it asked Hela, where is the danger she mentioned?

A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the gray crow.

Just when the man and the bird were nervous because of Roland's actions.

Outside the room, with the sailors paddling hard, the transport ship quickly stuck to the side of the merchant ship.

Then, the assassin in the shadow took the lead. He picked up a few thick ropes, and after a short run-up, he ran directly on the hull of the merchant ship and ran directly to the deck.

Then, he tied the thick rope to the pillar on the deck and swung the thick rope at a certain frequency.

Everyone on the transport ship who received the news also quickly climbed onto the deck through the thick rope.

Including the caster, although his physique was completely at the level of an ordinary person, he still gritted his teeth and climbed up by himself.

After everyone boarded the deck, everyone looked at the only spellcaster present. Under everyone's gaze, he panted and took out an iron plate with a pointer on it from his pocket.

After he injected a little magic power, the pointer quickly turned and pointed to the bottom of the merchant ship.

After confirming the location, several extraordinary people present nodded to each other, made a few gestures, and reached a tacit understanding.

Then, they formed a formation, protected the spellcaster in the center, and ran towards the entrance of the lower deck.

Because the spellcaster's physique was not very good, in order to save time, two strong ordinary warriors directly joined forces to carry the spellcaster up, and followed the team with a look of despair on his face.

After the assassin quietly unlocked the door of the entrance, the group quietly sneaked into the lower deck.

At the same time, in the best room on the deck, Roland also calmly opened his eyes.

A hint of understanding and speechlessness flashed in his eyes.

Roland snapped his fingers and said to the nervous Hela and Gray Crow.

"Okay, there are only a few extraordinary people, there is no danger, don't be so nervous."

Hela blinked, and after reacting to Roland's answer, she felt a little shy and her face turned slightly red.

At the same time, Gray Crow, who was frightened to death by Hela's reaction, also lifted the virtualization, and flew over quickly like a flash of lightning, and grabbed Hela's face with its right claw.

Just as it was about to grab Hela's head, a hand reached out and grabbed the back of its head directly.

"Huh? What do you want to do?"

Roland grabbed it, smiled at it and said.

Looking at Roland's kind expression, the gray crow's body trembled slightly, and the whole bird froze.

Ever since seeing how Roland killed the Lich King, the gray crow has been much more afraid of Roland, fearing that Roland would sacrifice it one day.

Although the gray crow had no ill intentions, it just wanted to leave a claw on Hela's face that would last for a day or two to embarrass Hela.

Of course, this is precisely because it has no ill intentions, otherwise Roland would not just catch it.

"Although Hela was wrong this time, it is not good to do something to a girl's face."

As Roland spoke, he took out some undead blessings from the high priest's staff, processed them simply, and injected them into the gray crow's body.

After the processed blessings entered the body, after realizing the benefits of the processed blessings, the gray crow's eyes lit up, the whole bird was no longer stiff, and the body was no longer shaking. It turned its head and looked at Roland directly, showing a flattering expression.

After injecting all the processed blessings into its body, Roland let it go.

However, after Roland let go, the gray crow did not return to Hela. Instead, it put aside what had just happened, hugged Roland's thigh, and looked at him eagerly.

"That's all. Don't look at it. I won't give you more if you look at it again."

Roland said unhappily, glancing at the gray crow on his leg.

"If you still want it, do your duty as a magical pet."