From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Although the cultists' bases have been completely destroyed, it does not mean that all the cultists in the North have been killed.

Not all cultists will stay in the bases. There will always be some who escape for various reasons.

Roland said that he would kill the cultists' families, so it is natural that he would not let go of these escaped fish.

By consuming a small amount of blessing in the high priest's staff, Roland borrowed the power of the undead sub-plane and successfully locked all the individuals with blessed aura in the North.

In the next month or so, Roland and Hela traveled all over the northern territories of the Kingdom of the North, arrested the cultists hiding in cities, villages, or deep mountains and forests one by one, and executed them all.

At the same time, Roland also began to teach Hela some alchemy knowledge and spell knowledge, allowing her to experiment and learn directly on the cultists.

Standing in the center of a village, Roland stepped on the corpse of a cultist and looked at the burning village in front of him. After finally killing all the cultists and their relatives and families, Roland began to reflect on himself.

Was he too extreme?

Just as Roland was reflecting, Hela also came over from the burning village with a long sword covered with blood. She looked at Roland and said.

"I'm done."

After seeing Hela come back, Roland quickly put his reflection behind him.

Reflection? What is there to reflect on? Since I have embarked on the path of cult and sacrifice, there will be no innocent people. All of them will die.

Roland nodded and walked away. The corpses piled up into a small hill and responded.

"Let's go."

Hela nodded and followed Roland out of this last small village.

After walking out of the village, Roland turned around and looked at the village again. He stretched out his right hand, and the high priest's staff appeared in his hand.

He constructed a two-ring spell model. After completing the construction, he gently touched the ground with the staff.

A wave of waves surged towards the village in front of him, starting with him.

Then, the ground shook.

The burning buildings in the village collapsed one after another, and the hidden basements also collapsed one by one.

In Roland's vision, the life breath of the last dozen or so people in the village quickly disappeared.

After confirming that they were all dead, Roland put the staff back into the space ring, turned around and rode away on the chocobo.

After returning to the hotel room booked in a nearby city, Roland, who had taken revenge, was a little confused.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the people walking on the street, silently thinking about what he should do next.

The Northland will not be stable in the next few years after the end of the Rose War. When the old orc on the throne of the Arctic Kingdom dies of old age, a bloody war of succession to the throne will sweep the entire Northland.

If he, a second-ring spellcaster, is involved, he will only be a high-level cannon fodder.

The green tide in Donnar is still in its heyday. The green orcs and various races are probably fighting fiercely. Although the war brings many opportunities, as a knight's land, it is not suitable for the development of spellcasters like Roland.

As for Sinnar, where the Tower of Truth is located, the Donnar countries that just ended the Rose War are basically licking their wounds. It will take at least ten or twenty years for the spellcasters to leave the Tower of Truth, and the countries to start reforms to improve their national strength and start wars again.

After recalling the memories of his previous life, Roland made a choice.

Let's go to Sinnar first.

After having an idea, Roland turned his head and looked at another person in the room.

On the table in the room, Hela was concentrating on drawing a spell model with an animal hair brush.

What should I do about Hela?

Roland thought silently.

Although he was just kind-hearted and rescued her at the beginning, and because they had the same enemy - the cultists, the two of them united.

But now, the cult organization has been killed by the two of them, and there is no need for Hela to continue to follow him.

Roland walked to the table and sat down opposite Hela.

He waited silently until Hela finished drawing the spell model in her hand, then he asked.

"Hela."

Hearing his call, Hela raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

"What are your plans next?"

Roland met Hela's puzzled eyes and asked calmly.

"The cultists have been killed. Have you thought about the future?"

Hela paused, put down the animal hair brush in her hand, and her face was a little confused. Then, she shook her head and said.

"I don't know."

"Well, there is still time, you think about it carefully."

Roland was not in a hurry. Anyway, he had no purpose, so he was not in a hurry to leave.

Hearing Roland's words, Hela nodded, lowered her head and continued to draw the spell model absent-mindedly.

Roland took out some blank paper, animal hair brush and ink from the space ring, and sorted and recorded some basic extraordinary knowledge on it according to his memory.

Since they were no longer hunting down the cultists, their lives gradually became peaceful and stable.

Taking advantage of the rare peaceful time, the two of them continued to improve themselves.

Roland sorted out his memories of his previous life, used spells to trace back and strengthen his memories, and also persisted in meditation and exercise to consolidate his unstable foundation that he had pulled up with the blessing, preparing for his promotion to the third ring.

Hela began to study intensively. In the morning, she learned various theoretical knowledge from Roland. In the afternoon, she had to complete the practical tasks assigned by Roland. In the evening, she was dragged by Roland to conduct close combat training. After the medicinal bath at night, she had to meditate until the lights were turned off and went to bed.

After spending a month in this way, Roland consolidated his foundation and eliminated the influence of the blessing. His eyes, which had turned gray and black due to the blessing, turned back to red. He also tested most of the numerous first- and second-ring spells in his memory and learned the actual effects of these spells.

Hela also successfully transformed from a melee reckless man into a real spellcaster, and successfully learned more than 20 first-ring spells selected by Roland for her.

Although she had only learned it and had not mastered it thoroughly, she was a little stiff when casting spells and had weak micro-control, but she could already be called a qualified mage turret.

One evening, Roland and Hela were training in an open space.

Roland held a wooden sword and easily intercepted all of Hela's attacks, while constantly correcting her.

However, compared to the past, Hela's current condition is a little bit wrong. Her mind is obviously distracted, causing her to be unable to keep up with the intensity of training.

Roland frowned slightly, and after blocking Hela's attack, he took a step forward, raised his wooden sword, and directly knocked the wooden sword in Hela's right hand away.

"Bang."

The wooden sword turned around and fell to the ground.

And Hela also clenched her right hand, glanced at the wooden sword that fell on the ground, and her face was a little embarrassed.

Roland put away the wooden sword in his hand and asked.

"You are not in a good condition today, what's wrong?"