From Wild Mage to Wizard King

On a new day, not long after dawn, Roland and Hela got on the carriage they had bought in the North, left the hotel openly, and walked out of the port city.

After the carriage left the hotel, the people waiting at the door of the hotel immediately ran in one direction.

Then, less than an hour later, Roland in the carriage noticed that some people were following him.

Roland glanced at the calm Hela, and used his mental power to search and confirm the number and strength of the people who were tracking.

Three second-ring spellcasters and five first-ring spellcasters.

They all seem to be wild mages?

Roland sensed the quality of magic in their bodies and was a little confused.

These few people dared to stop me?

It seems that I still overestimated those noble descendants. If I had known, I would not have worked overtime to make spell scrolls yesterday.

Roland yawned and leaned back slowly on his seat.

Since there are no powerful enemies, let Hela deal with them.

Soon, the carriage carrying Roland and Hela left the port city and ran west along the official road.

After driving along the official road for more than half an hour, the carriage also drove to an empty space with no one.

Finally, the spellcasters who had been tracking them took action.

With several obvious fluctuations of magic power, three huge fireballs blasted at the horses pulling the carriage.

However, just as the fireballs approached the carriage, Roland raised his head, and weak magic power popped out from his fingers and shot into the three fireballs.

The magic power shot into the simple spell model of the fireball, quickly destroying its internal model structure. Then, the three fireballs shrank rapidly and finally disappeared completely.

"Hela, go and try to fight with other spellcasters."

After cracking the three fireballs, Roland leaned back in his seat and said calmly.

"Yeah."

Hela nodded, stood up with the elf staff, and walked out of the carriage.

When she walked out of the carriage, the spellcasters hidden in the surrounding woods also came out.

Eight wild spellcasters appeared.

On Hela's shoulder, the gray crow tilted its head, flapped its wings slightly backward, and its whole body disappeared after it became ethereal.

Seeing Hela getting off the carriage, the hostile spellcasters did not show any mercy and quickly cast spells to attack.

First-level spell - mental interference.

Looking at the people casting spells, Hela did not hesitate and took the lead in attacking.

As the mental interference swept around, the minds of several spellcasters who were concentrating on casting spells to build spell models froze slightly, and the spell models that had not yet been formed collapsed directly.

The second-level spellcasters were fine, with strong mental power, and Hela was a first-level spell for everyone, so they directly resisted the mental interference and continued to cast spells.

The first-level spellcasters did not have such strong mental resistance. Except for one spellcaster who canceled the spell in time to avoid the backlash of the spell, the other four were not spared, and their mental power was damaged by the backlash of the spell.

Without hesitation, Hela took the lead in attacking the five first-ring spellcasters, and several black arrows containing thick dark elements shot at the four people.

Several spellcasters who were attacked by the backlash of the spell endured the mental discomfort and tried to dodge Hela's attack.

Except for the spellcasters who were not attacked by the backlash and dodged all the attacks, the others failed to dodge effectively due to mental discomfort.

Although they all barely dodged the first attack, the second attack hidden in the follow-up successfully hit them.

One spellcaster who was unlucky and had his heart pierced directly died on the spot. The rest of the people who were luckier only had scratches, and the unlucky ones had a black infected area on their bodies.

They gritted their teeth and retreated after their bodies were eroded by the dark elements, mobilizing the magic power in their bodies to try to expel the dark elements.

Before the only first-ring spellcaster in good condition could congratulate himself for removing the spell model in time and blocking Hela's combo, a phantom appeared behind him.

The re-materialized Gray Crow opened its mouth, and a sharp stone particle composed of dark elements shot out from its mouth and pierced his head directly.

Two of the five first-ring spellcasters died and three were injured.

While Hela was dealing with the first-ring spellcasters, the other three second-ring spellcasters present finally completed their spells.

A fireball three times larger than before, a sharp ice spike, and a cyan gust of wind rushed towards Hela.

Facing these three second-ring spells, Hela remained calm.

First-ring spell - Transfiguration.

Hela stretched out her left hand, slightly hooked her palm upward, and a thin layer of earth wall was pulled up directly from the ground by her, cleverly blocking the fireball.

"Bang!"

When the fireball touched the earth wall, it exploded instantly, blasting the entire earth wall into broken mud.

At the same time, relying on the physical fitness equivalent to that of a first-ring knight, Hela decisively rolled to the side twice to avoid the ice spike.

The ice spikes pierced the place where Hela had just stood, and froze the surrounding half-meter area.

As for the strong wind that followed her, Hela stretched out her left hand and threw the undead corpse tied to the carriage and covered with cloth.

At the same time, a soul crystal flew out of Hela's pocket and threw it into the undead corpse.

The newly revived undead was swept into the strong wind as soon as it opened its eyes.

Fortunately, every part of its body was selected and strengthened by Hela piece by piece, and a second-ring spell would not kill it.

It held the bone sword tightly and inserted it into the ground, bearing the attack of the strong wind.

Although her body was a little dirty with some dirt on it, Hela was not spoiled. She did not show any pretentiousness and cast a spell to fight back.

First-level spell - Flesh rot.

Three dark rays of light shot out from the staff and hit the three second-level spellcasters.

A second-level spellcaster threw out a first-level spell and intercepted Hela's attack.

The other two looked at the first-level spell shot at them with contempt, and had no intention of dodging or intercepting.

Then, in their surprised eyes, two dark rays of light passed through their elemental shields and hit them directly.

"Puff."

A second-level spellcaster vomited blood directly under this attack, and the flesh on his chest quickly rotted where he was attacked.

In the severe pain, he forced himself to cancel the spell in time.

The other spellcaster was not so miserable. His ordinary-looking clothes flashed slightly, and he barely resisted the attack.

However, as a price, a small hole was corroded on his clothes.

Looking at the clothes with a hole on his body, his face darkened instantly.

Damn, my robe, I lost this time.

He clenched the magic ball in his hand and had the idea of ​​retreating.

He didn't forget that there was a stronger person in the car.

Thinking of this, he reached into his pocket and held the spell scroll inside.