From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Bright blood flowers seemed to appear in front of her, and countless screams and cries also flooded into her ears.

The screams when her father was cut in half, the back of her mother who stuffed her into the basement and whispered to her not to speak, and the hideous and surprised expression of the cultist when she looked at her in her memory

Under the effect of the spell, Hela's memory, which had been blurred by her own will for self-protection, is now particularly clear and obvious.

Hela reached out and grabbed Roland's right arm, her dry mouth moved, and a hoarse voice came out of it.

"I want to."

"Very good, eat first, so that you can have the strength for revenge after eating."

Hearing Roland's words, Hela sat up with a numb body, she took the bowl handed over by Roland, picked up the fork and ate silently.

Seeing her start eating, Roland also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the previous blessing and dark elements filled Hela's weak body, even if she was brought to the level of a wizard apprentice by Roland, she was still just an ordinary person in the end and still needed to supplement nutrition, especially after being in a coma for two full days.

Seeing that Hela could eat normally, Roland also returned to the table, took out new materials and began to draw new spell scrolls.

Although the spell scrolls Roland prepared in the past two days were enough to save his life with Hela, Roland drew spell scrolls, in addition to using them as trump cards, mainly to accumulate them to deal with cultists.

Although the cultists who tried to sacrifice him had been killed by him, the cultists' organization in the Northern Kingdom was still there.

Although Roland's life in the tribe was not that good, after all, his parents in this life were just ordinary herdsmen who could only barely protect him and pull him up.

But the grace of raising him could not be forgotten.

Although Roland had no intention of helping the chiefs and elders of the tribe who oppressed them to avenge them, he still had to avenge his parents.

In this lawless world, the only rule for supernatural beings is to give an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Therefore, Roland naturally chose to follow the local customs and let the entire cult be buried with him.

Since the cultists killed his entire family, Roland would simply retaliate and kill their entire family.

As the villain organization at the beginning of the game, the cult organization that was briefly active in the Northern Kingdom during the chaos brought about by the Rose War was not very powerful in terms of scale and strength.

Moreover, due to the limitations of sacrifice and the lack of supernatural knowledge within the cult organization, their strongest was only a three-ring mage.

And a three-ring mage was not a difficult existence for Roland to fight against. As long as he prepared enough spell scrolls, he could smash him to death.

In addition, as one of the game's novice bosses, this three-ring mage's skills and fighting style had long been stripped. Although Roland did not start in the North, he came to the North to brush nearly a hundred times for a high-quality staff dropped by him. After brushing so many times, Roland could guess clearly what he wanted to do when he raised his hand. As long as he was well prepared, Roland felt that he could kill him without any injury.

In the previous life, Roland still did not brush out the staff in the end, and finally he could only curse and spend money to buy it from other players.

Soon, Hela finished her meal, she put the bowl on the bedside table beside her, and quietly got off the bed.

She stood quietly beside Roland, silently watching him draw the spell scroll.

In less than ten minutes, a two-ring spell scroll was completed.

After putting the spell scroll away, Roland looked at Hela.

Hela also met Roland's eyes, she opened her mouth, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"I want revenge, kill them all."

Her tone was full of resentment and hatred.

Roland had no opinion on this. He was not the kind of saint who would say that revenge will never end, and persuade others to let go of hatred and reflect on why others did not kill others but came to kill themselves.

Looking at Hela's eyes full of hatred, Roland said calmly.

"Your strength is too weak. To seek revenge now is suicide. What you need now is training to improve your strength."

"I'll give you two choices."

Roland paused, did not whet her appetite, gave his own plan, and extended his index finger.

"First, focus on close combat training. I will teach you a close combat technique and some auxiliary spells."

After letting Hela consume it for a while, Roland extended his second finger.

"Second, focus on long-range training. I will teach you some simple zero-ring and one-ring spells and close combat skills."

After listening to Roland's words, Hela asked expressionlessly.

"Which one is stronger? I'll choose that one."

"As for strength, they're both about the same."

Roland thought about it and gave his answer.

The Mage is definitely the strongest, but only mages who have mastered a large number of spells can be called mages.

With Hela's level without any foundation, it's basically impossible to quickly become a mage. At most, she can learn some simple energy-shaping spells first and quickly become a mage turret.

"Which one is faster?"

After hearing Roland's words, Hela immediately asked in a low voice.

"It depends on the individual. For the first one, if you can endure the pain, it shouldn't be too slow to learn. For the second one, it depends on your memory. Just remember about 50 or 60 low-level spells and learn them all."

Roland took out a scroll with a second-level spell and placed it in front of Hela.

"Let's take a look, that's about it."

Hela picked up the scroll, glanced at it twice and put it down silently. She spoke.

"I can't read, so I'll go with the first option."

"Well, let's take the first one."

Roland put away the spell scroll and said slowly.

"The next training will be very tiring and difficult. If you can't persist, you can always tell me."

"Come with me."

After saying that, Roland stood up and walked towards the door of the room, while Hela followed him silently.

"Is there any particular weapon you want to learn? The ones I can teach you are: long sword, dagger, spear and long bow."

"You just decide."

Hela shook her head.

"Then let's use the long sword. It will be useful after the revenge is over."

Roland opened the door and said casually.

Hela followed Roland out of the room, and what she saw was a square open space, with weak snowflakes slowly falling from the sky.

She stretched out her hand and caught a snowflake in front of her. A chill instantly spread from the place where the snowflake came into contact with her palm.

Roland, who was on the side, walked back to Hela with two shabby wooden swords from the warehouse nearby. He handed one of the wooden swords to Hela and said.

"Let me see your level first."

Hela clenched the hand that caught Xuehua, then opened it again and took the wooden sword.

Feeling the weight of the wooden sword, Hela was thoughtful.

Her strength seems to have increased a lot?

While Hela was wielding the wooden sword and getting used to it, Roland carried the wooden sword as if nothing had happened and walked to the center of the clearing.

Then, he turned to look at Hela, stretched out his hand and hooked it, and said.

"Attack here."