From Wild Mage to Wizard King

As Hela erupted, the eight casters were easily suppressed by Hela, and all of them fainted to the ground.

If Hela hadn't held back and weakened the magic output, let alone fainting, they would have been dead by now.

After all, this is the territory of the Soul School, and it is always not good to kill people directly and openly.

Moreover, these people may have been sent here, and if they were killed directly, they might be used as excuses.

Hela glanced at the eight spell casters who fell on the ground. She cast a few more spells to deepen their coma and ensure that they would not wake up suddenly. Then she took out a few spells from the space bracelet. The undead ordered them to pick up all the fainted spellcasters and take them away.

Then, Hela put away the grimoire and looked at Sophia behind her. Then, she stretched out her right hand and gently took off Sophia's black robe and hat.

Sophia lowered her head, biting her lower lip, and a pale look appeared in Hela's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Seeing that Sophia didn't answer, Hela said nothing more and said with a smile.

"Let's go."

Hela pulled Sophia and prepared to continue walking in the direction of the Black Territory.

"Um?"

Since Hela did not pull her directly, under Sophia's resistance, Hela did not pull her.

She turned her head and looked at Sophia behind her, a little confused.

Sophia's body trembled slightly, her teeth bit her lower lip open, and a trace of blood flowed out. Her right hand moved stiffly, and she broke away from Hela's left hand.

"What's wrong?"

Hela blinked, looking at Sophia's growing negative energy, and asked with concern.

"I"

Sophia took a deep breath and mustered up her courage. She raised her head, met Hela's concerned gaze, and pretended to be calm.

"You should have heard what they just said."

"Um."

Hela nodded slightly, tilted her head, and continued.

"Any questions?"

"Do you know my identity? I should be quite famous. If you ask around, you should be able to know my situation, such as: Guilty Blood."

Sofia whispered, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

"I know all this."

Hela interrupted Sophia's words. She looked at Hela gently, stretched out her right hand to smooth the scattered hair around her cheek, and said softly.

"So? What's there to care about some random rumors, original sin of blood and so on? I don't believe such idiotic remarks. In my opinion, Sophia, you are better than many spell casters."

Moreover, your mother is just a political victim.

Hela added in her heart.

"But. Everyone thinks so. Aren't you afraid?"

Sofia lowered her head and twisted her hands uneasily as she whispered.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. They're just a bunch of stupid or bad guys. What kind of threat can they pose?"

"If they were as righteous as they say, they wouldn't be here anymore. The vast land of the Silver Empire is where they shine. There are so many unfair things, why don't they take care of them."

Hela smiled and said casually.

If you can believe those bullshit rumors, you are either hopelessly stupid and have no ability to distinguish right from wrong.

Either he is bad and paid to disgust Sophia.

The former might be okay as a knight, but as a spellcaster, he might not even be able to advance to the second level.

As for the latter, Hela didn't think there would be a fourth-level spellcaster willing to fight her for a little reward.

They just bully the weak and fear the strong.

Moreover, Hela also has a background, and Roland is still here.

Therefore, Hela is confident and not afraid.

Sophia raised her head and looked at Hela, her eyes were slightly red, and she said in a trembling tone.

"Why? Why are you so nice to me."

Hela blinked, scratched her head hesitantly, and said,

"Because we are friends, and friends should help each other, right? Is it just me who thinks so unilaterally?"

Hearing Hela's words, Sophia's eyes flashed with tears.

She stretched out her hands, held Hela's right hand, lowered her head and said.

"Are we friends?"

"If you don't mind, yes."

"Um."

Sophia took a few steps forward and hugged Hela, soft sobs ringing in her ears.

This scene feels a bit familiar.

Hela patted Sophia's back gently, feeling a little familiar inexplicably.

A familiar sentence quickly blurted out from Hela's mouth.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just cry out and don't suppress yourself."

Hearing Hela's words, Sophia couldn't suppress herself at all, hugged Hela tightly and cried.

Hela also had no experience in comforting people, so she had to use magic to observe Sophia's condition, and use positive energy spells to gently soothe her emotions, while also allowing her to vent all the accumulated negative emotions through crying.

It wasn't until Sophia vented her inner frustration and Hela's shoulders were soaked with tears that Sophia recovered.

She took a few steps back and let go of Hela sheepishly.

Standing there, Sofia, who had regained her composure after venting, felt extremely embarrassed.

She had only known Hela for a few days, so how could she do these actions without any shame.

Sneaking a furtive glance at Hela's wet shoulders, Sophia wanted to find a crack to get in.

Hela did not mention Sophia's ugly appearance just now, but changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

She took Sofia's hand and said with a smile as if nothing happened.

"Let's go."

Seeing that Hela had no intention of pursuing the matter, Sophia nodded quickly and followed Hela.

The journey back to the Black Territory was much smoother.

It didn't take a few days for Hela and Sophia to see the black spots of the Black Domain from a distance.

"It's finally almost here."

Hela looked into the distance, and while speaking, she also turned to look at Sophia.

"Do you want it when you get back?"

Looking at Sophia who had put on her black robe again, Hela's words were stuck in her mouth.

Hela shook her head helplessly and stretched out her hands to Sophia.

She took off Sophia's black robe forcefully and put it into her space bracelet.

After losing her black robe, Sophia was also a little uneasy.

She looked at Hela with pitiful eyes.

Hela held Sophia's wrist and pulled her directly towards the black realm.

"Okay, why do you wear a black robe every day? How can so many people care about you? Everyone hates you and so on, so don't make yourself so unpopular."

"No, don't be like this."

Sophia was very resistant to Hela, but as a partial third-level spell caster, she couldn't resist Hela at all.

Her magic power is limited by Hela, and ordinary people like a fish can't fight against Hela who has the physical fitness of a three-ring knight.

Therefore, even though Sophia resisted very much, she was still forcibly dragged away by Hela.

"Hela, no"

As she got closer and closer to the Black Territory, Sophia became more and more anxious. While resisting Hela vigorously, she continued to express her dissatisfaction.

However, it was of no use. Hela ignored her resistance and just kept pulling her.

After Sophia saw some spellcasters out of the city in front of her, she became even more anxious when she was about to meet someone. Her eyes were reddish and her words were filled with tears.

"Let me go, please."

"No, don't let Sophia hide under the black robe today. I won't let her go."

Qidian's uniform order seems to be able to write more and more?

So is it possible for me to average 500 and have perfect attendance at the starting point in the future?

Dreaming of becoming a 500 average writer.