From Wild Mage to Wizard King

The cold wind whistled through the iron window of the cell.

Roland opened his eyes in a daze.

He opened his eyes and looked at the boy's face reflected in the ice on the wall, and was stunned.

The boy's facial features were delicate and tender. He looked at most a teenager, not yet an adult. There was a trace of confusion in his red eyes, and his fair skin looked a little dry and flat due to malnutrition.

He was wearing simple clothes made of coarse cloth and animal skin. His pale long hair was frozen and fell to the ground, wrapping his bare and cold feet.

This is his face, but not completely.

If his long hair was cut into short hair, his dry and thin body was a little stronger, and his height was ten or twenty centimeters longer, he would look like he was in junior high school.

"Hiss"

Roland felt a severe pain in his head, and a large amount of memories from his previous life were pouring in like a tide.

He was a professional player who was famous in the game circle and was even called: the world's number one wizard. He was participating in an official event of a virtual network called [Millennium War].

After leading his teammates to overcome all obstacles and win the individual competition, group competition, and the most eye-catching strategic competition, he should now be preparing to lift their trophy with his teammates.

He was happy, but suddenly his eyes went dark and the world changed.

He was reincarnated into the world of the Millennium War.

As the memories gradually merged, Roland's face became a little ugly.

His start was a bit bad.

Not only was he reincarnated in a remote place like the polar regions. He was also an illegal household secretly bred and concealed by an unknown tribe, and he didn't even have a legal identity to move around.

What's more unfortunate is that the day before yesterday, his tribe was attacked by cultists, and he started as an orphan.

According to Roland's memory of his previous life, he should still be in the opening CG stage of the [Millennium War] plot.

Unlike the two sacrifices in his memory, he was also arrested, so there are now three people in the prison.

In addition to Roland, one is Hela, the legendary undead who will lead millions of undead back to the material world from the dark elemental world in the future, and the undead boss in several versions; the other is Freyna, the heir of one of the seven silver families and the second legendary emperor of the future Silver Empire.

The former is because of the high affinity of dark elements, and the latter is because of the high affinity of light elements.

The undead plane is not picky about sacrifices, as long as the element affinity is high.

As for him, Roland took a look at himself.

Well, the player's classic start has medium affinity for all elements. Although it is not as good as the talents of the two of them, it is also a relatively rare talent.

As we all know, the opening of the game always paves the way for the protagonist to appear. In the original CG, although Hela and Freyna are both beautiful NPCs, Hela, who has no special background, still becomes Freyna's cushion.

According to the CG, Hela was successfully sacrificed by the cultists, and died on the spot and teleported to the plane of the dead. Frena was stimulated by Hela's death, awakened the family's talent, and killed the cultists with various equipment on her body.

In this case, as long as Roland is not the first to be sacrificed, he can just wait for Frena to awaken and kill the cultists. Of course, he can also take the initiative to hug Frena's thighs, use the experience of the previous life to help her complete the awakening, and directly kill the cultists.

Moreover, if he can take the opportunity to hug Frena, his future can be said to be bright.

After all, Frena is the protagonist of the previous major versions. As long as she is licked well, the benefits are great.

However, Roland refused. His legs and feet were not in good condition and he couldn't kneel down.

Roland lowered his head and thought silently. For the first time, his mind was so calm and his thoughts were particularly clear.

He glanced at the situation in the prison without leaving a trace.

On his left, Hela, who had just become an orphan like him, was curled up on the ground like a dead body. There was no emotion in her black eyes, and the thick dark elements and the breath of death were permeating around her.

The ice was slowly spreading from her feet, freezing her legs in the ice. Her hands, which were fixed by the iron chain, were also frozen pale. While restricting her movements, they also excluded the dark elements around her.

On his right, Freyna, who had sneaked out of the family, lowered her eyes, and her golden pupils under the silver-white eyelids reflected a cold light.

Dressed in luxurious aristocratic clothes, with her white hands hugging her knees, she sat in another corner of the room. The residual light from the aisle shook her cheeks, and her shoulders trembled slightly. It was obvious that she was not as calm as she looked on the surface.

Roland took a last look outside the prison, where the cultists coming and going were preparing the rituals and materials needed for the sacrifice on the altar.

He closed his eyes and calmly waited for the time of sacrifice.

——

Time passed slowly, and the blizzard outside the prison gradually stopped.

Roland did not move from beginning to end. He just leaned against the wall calmly, saving his energy and waiting quietly.

The cultists' ritual preparations were complete.

Three cultists wearing black masks opened the prison. One of them walked to Roland without any hesitation, grabbed his hair, and dragged him out roughly.

Roland did not feel much pain. His frozen body seemed to be no longer his. Even though the skin on his legs was torn and coagulated blood mixed with minced meat fell, he did not feel anything.

After walking out of the prison, we arrived at the altar.

Above the altar, the priest wearing a black-gold mask had already drawn the ritual runes with flowing mercury and boiling blood.

Around the altar, there were neatly beating flesh and blood organs, small mountains of flesh and blood that were wriggling and expanding on the spot, and a skeleton cradle woven with bones.

Roland recognized every material here, [Death Organ] [Twisted Meat] [Skeleton Cradle].

Each material was a bloody creation that was severely resisted and severely attacked by the civilized world. It was absolutely impossible to get it through formal channels.

No wonder they had to slaughter in the north. After all, to make these materials, a large number of lives were needed.

Roland lowered his eyes and stopped looking at these materials that might have been made by his relatives, silently suppressing the anger in his heart.

Roland, who had the worst talent among the three, was picked up by the cultists and placed in the central offering position of the altar.

After being put down, the thick dark elements on the altar began to slowly flow into Roland's body. Under the nourishment of the dark elements, his body quickly regained consciousness, and black chains stretched out from all around, imprisoning Roland's limbs.

Roland sat slumped on the altar, looking at the cultists around the altar expressionlessly.