From Wild Mage to Wizard King

"Bahhhhh."

With the sound of horse hooves, Roland and Hela approached the village on horseback.

This is a small, small village. When Roland gets closer, he can see the entire village in his sights.

Based on the size of the village in front of us, it is estimated that only twenty or thirty families can survive.

Looking at the animal skins hanging in each house and the scattered small farmlands around the village, Roland guessed that this was probably a village mainly focused on hunting.

Since Laura and Hela did not hide the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, when the two approached the village, the villagers in the village also took out their weapons and looked at Roland's direction warily at the village gate.

The hunters held their hunting bows and hid behind various wooden railings. A soldier in light armor held a long knife and stood in the center of the village entrance. Behind him, a man wearing animal skin clothing , militiamen armed with wooden spears gripped their weapons.

Just when they were alert, Roland and Hela stopped not far from them.

Seeing Roland and Hela stop, most of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Roland glanced at Hela.

Hela met Roland's gaze, nodded, and rode a few steps forward. After getting a little closer, she dismounted and communicated with the light-armored soldiers standing in the center of the road.

While Hela was communicating, Roland also casually looked at the villagers at the entrance of the village.

Compared with the villagers Roland had seen before, the residents of this village were relatively thinner, and their clothes were mostly patched. Even the guys who ate had shabby hunting bows.

The eyes looking at Roland were also full of awe and fear.

This is the most common village in the world, which is ignorant, ignorant and backward.

Roland had seen before, whether it was a village of cultists who became wealthy by offering sacrifices and cannibalism, or a village under the rule of the Tower of Truth, which was strictly controlled and had a school guarantee, their prosperity and peace were rare in this world. .

Since Roland had been well prepared, the two of them not only had spellcaster badges, but also certificates issued by the Adventurers Association. Therefore, Hela quickly completed the communication with the light-armored soldiers.

Then, the lightly armored soldier took off his helmet, revealing an old head.

He shouted several times and gestured to the villagers at the entrance of the village.

After seeing his greeting, the villagers completely relaxed and left the place in a mess, returning to their respective houses.

Later, under the leadership of the old man, Roland and Hela led their horses to a house on the edge of the village.

After expressing their gratitude to the old man and paying for a night's stay with some copper coins, the two settled in this wooden house.

Although the wooden house is a bit crude and has some accumulation of dust, it is still acceptable after cleaning it with magic.

Nothing happened all night.

At dawn the next day, when Roland and Hela were about to leave, the sound of heavy and roaring horse hooves resounded throughout the village.

Listening to the sound of horse hooves, Roland touched his horse's hair and looked up at the place where the sound came from.

A cavalry force of more than fifty people was galloping in from afar.

This is no ordinary cavalry team. Almost all of these fifty people are armed to the teeth.

They all wore similar white battle armors, and the white horses under their crotches also wore matching vests. At a glance, they all were extraordinary and of good quality.

Except for two or three who are relatively far apart and are still at the first level, the rest are all at the second and third levels. In the front row of the team, there are two fourth-level knights.

Such a strong force? Which knight is he from?

Roland glanced twice and didn't recognize it.

Although Roland saw some patterns on their armor, through these patterns, Roland could only tell that they were most likely a religious knighthood that believed in the Pantheon.

As for the specific knighthood, Roland couldn't tell. Similar religious patterns would basically be used by religious knights.

Moreover, in his last life, Roland was running all the way on the road of the Master and had basically no contact with religious forces. Most of the people he knew were the knights who became famous later.

Moreover, after the future Silver Queen came to power and during the religious reform, the Knights experienced several shocks, splits, disintegrations and a bunch of other messy things. I don’t even know how many times they changed.

Even if Roland recognized them, he was not sure what their current situation was.

However, in the early stages, such a team is a considerable force. Is something going to happen?

Roland frowned and thought for a moment, but couldn't find any useful memories from the plot of his previous life.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Forget it, it's none of his business, maybe the plot is different from last life.

Anyway, as long as it doesn't affect him, Roland doesn't want to worry about it.

Thinking this, Roland also withdrew his gaze, packed up and prepared to leave.

And on the Cavaliers' team.

More than fifty knights stopped at the entrance of the village.

Opposite them, the old man who was previously wearing light armor changed into a set of shabby but neat clothes, and respectfully saluted and said hello.

Compared to Roland and Hela, who looked ordinary after changing into casual clothes, even if these knights were fools, they knew they were not easy to mess with.

The old man had no doubt that they could kill everyone in the village without any damage and without paying any price.

Therefore, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

At the same time, when the leading knight asked, he also answered all the questions he asked respectfully, saying as much as he knew, and did not dare to hide anything.

After racking his brains to answer a few strange questions, the leading knight suddenly looked in the direction of Roland and said.

"Has anyone stayed here recently?"

Following the knight's line of sight, the old man was sweating profusely. He lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, two adventurers stayed in our village for one night yesterday."

"Yeah."

The knight nodded, put his right hand on the weapon at his waist, and continued to ask.

"Have you paid the accommodation fee?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded, took out the accommodation fee that Hela had stuffed into his pocket last night, and showed it to the knight.

Looking at the copper coins in the old man's hand, the knight was also a little surprised. He put his hand down from the weapon at his waist and nodded slightly.

Then, he didn't say anything, turned around and left the village directly with the knights.

After the knight left, Roland calmly dismissed the prepared spell model.

Roland was naturally aware of the hostility and murderous intent of the leading knight.

Looking at the direction the knights left, Roland was also a little surprised, recalling his conversation with the old man just now.

Unexpectedly, he was still a white knight who abided by the precepts.

He probably thought that Roland and Hela were the kind of trash adventurers who relied on force to do whatever they wanted, and he was ready to help the village to eliminate them.

However, after knowing that Roland had paid, he did not take action directly, but left a hidden technique at the entrance of the village.

If Roland and Hela were just ordinary adventurers, and had malicious intentions, and took action against this village, it would probably trigger this technique and be directly raised by it.

Roland glanced at the technique, did nothing, and left the village with Hela.