Heaven’s Intention

The long-lost evil disaster

this forest. It's a quiet place with beautiful views.

There are grasslands in the green forest, mossy rocks, gurgling streams, and of course the mottled spots cast by the sun.

But this time, the blood is splattering

Rolek was looming in the white mist of the morning, his cloak covering his body.

The soldiers in front were fighting desperately, and little devils attacked everywhere.

The mage held the staff in one hand, felt the slight bonus brought by the staff, and began to recite the spell, and the mysterious crooning sound radiated throughout the forest.

With the end of the spell.

Monster stun technique! A burst of red light filled the forest fiercely, and the magic power was boiling. In an instant, the little devil who was attacking a large area in front of him was stunned and swayed.

The dizziness didn't last long, but a captain in front cheered: Kill!

The trained soldiers seized the opportunity and killed the dazed and immobile little devils, killing dozens of them immediately.

Finish the magic. Rorek panted violently, and it took a moment to calm down.

At this time, the battle was over, and the squadron leader came up, looked at the scene from afar, and said, Master Rolek, you did a good job, this time counting ten little devils.

Rorek stood quietly, just nodded slightly, recovered from the fatigue of casting spells, nodded lightly, tightened the staff in his hand, and then left here.

Twenty minutes away, it was almost noon, the fog in the field of vision dissipated, and a flat land appeared in front of my eyes.

This flat ground is composed of thick wooden walls with arrow towers on it, and a barracks inside.

After arriving in the barracks, Rolake went directly to his mage's residential area. It has to be said that the mage's residential area is still the focus of attention. This is a building.

Rollek pushed open the wooden door and went in. He didn't stop in the hall and went directly to his room.

The furnishings in the wooden house are simple, and there is a fireplace on the east wall. In this regard, the treatment is not bad.

it's october

The autumn cold has come, and the fireplace will soon be used, and even the fireside is now piled with chopped wood.

A wooden bed with a layer of animal skins on it, and a table in front of the bed.

There are magic ink and books on the table.

Rolek walked to the bed and began to lie on the bed, doing the routine work after casting the spell: shallow restorative meditation.

There are three levels of meditation.

One is shallow restorative meditation. Since casting spells consumes a lot of power, through this type of meditation, the body balance can be adjusted to the greatest extent.

The second type is middle-level structural meditation, which is a meditation to familiarize yourself with and establish magical structures.

The third is deep meditation, which is done to increase strength.

Gradually, the fluctuations caused by the casting of magic gradually subsided and became harmonious with the body, after a while. After this meditation was completed, Rolek couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

After performing the spell, it’s okay not to do this shallow restorative meditation, and the body will naturally adjust slowly, but this will wear down the body, and in the long run, it will definitely cause the occupational disease of magicians-physical decline.

Cough, Mage Rolek, are you there? There was a sound of footsteps outside.

Oh, it's Mage Chana, please come in. Rorek quickly stood up and straightened his magic robe.

The Master Chana who came in was a second-level mage. He was wearing a gray robe, but his body was a little thin and his face was pale.

Master Rolek, do you know that Master Feishaya has died in battle? As soon as he entered, Master Chana spoke the amazing news in a low voice.

What? Although he had expected it, the news still shocked Rolek. He stood up abruptly. This Mage Feishaya is a three-pole mage.

Yes, during the battle yesterday, I was killed by a little devil from behind. Master Chana's face was pale, with a green look, and fear appeared in his eyes.

Rollek also showed a trace of fear. At the elementary level, mages were too fragile to get close.

Master Rolek, how long have we been here? Three mages have already died. Mage Chana's eyes flickered: This situation is too abnormal. Why would our junior mages be in such a situation? fighting?

Mage Rolek endured the shock, thought for a while, and said, There must be something wrong inside, but we can't resist now, as long as we can accumulate 200 little devil battle results, we can go back.

Only accumulate five to six in a game, and only ten for the better ones. It takes twenty battles to go back. How many of our low-level mages can survive twenty battles?

Besides, in order to enhance our own strength and safety, we all have to exchange our achievements for supplies. After this, when can we go back?

Having said that, Master Chana coughed repeatedly.

Continuous battles and magic casting can easily damage the physique of a magician. Mage Chanar was originally weak, but not long after he arrived on the battlefield, his health deteriorated rapidly. This is a situation that is difficult to treat even with magic arts, so it is no wonder that he is so terrified.

Thinking of this, a tinge of blue appeared on Rolek's face. After all, he was a townsman. According to Master Bichana, his physical condition was already good, but he also felt that his physical condition had been damaged.

Master Rolek, we low-level mages decided to form a mutual aid group to support each other, what do you think? Master Chana coughed. Looking at Rollek: Do you want to join?

Mage Rolek was taken aback, and asked, Has this matter been approved by the Mage Guild?

Mage union, which one? Is it the one in Aps City, or the one here? Master Chana said with a sneer, Whose help can we get?

Rollek hesitated in his heart, he thought for a while, and said, Then let me think about it for a few days.

Master Chana showed a hint of displeasure, and he didn't say anything: Okay, give me an answer in a few days, Master Rolek, under such circumstances, we can only unite.

With that said, he went out.

Watching Master Chana exit, Rolek thought for a moment, reached out to the table, and deliberately found a bottle of fruit wine from the cabinet.

Under normal circumstances, Rollek does not drink alcohol, but sometimes, he will drink half a glass.

As for milk tea, Rollek's current economic situation does not allow it to be regarded as a consumer product for the sun and the moon.

There was a small stove in the room, and Rolek didn't bother to light it. Without spells, as a fourth-level mage, it was easy to communicate with the fire element and ignite the firewood in the small stove. After a while, the small stove started to burn.

It didn't take long for the fruit wine in the glass to warm up, and a strong aroma of the wine overflowed.

Take it out, drink a little, put the porridge in it, and cut the dried meat, put it on the side to roast.

Rollek was thinking about it.

He is actually a level four mage, yes, level four!

Before the expedition, Rollek had already reached the critical point of level four. In fact, it has reached the fourth level here.

There is not much essential difference between the third level and the fourth level, but the number of spells that can be cast is not the same. In battle, every mage must try his best and reserve at most one-tenth of his power.

There is no doubt that this is a great physical injury to the mage. In the environment of high-intensity spell casting for a long time, the mage will soon weaken, and then die due to exhaustion and weakness on the battlefield.

After the clever Rolek noticed this, he immediately concealed his level.

Moreover, he is only twenty years old. A twenty-year-old tripolar mage is not only normal, but also very fast.

His power was therefore not in doubt.

Rolek was originally a magic genius, and his mana power was at least 15 higher than that of his peers, plus the fourth-level upgrade, so he was at least 35 higher than ordinary three-level mages. In this way, every time Rolek casts a spell, he only needs 50 The power of left and right is also very heavy, but it is completely within the bearable range.

It will not be exhausted, and it will also steadily increase its strength due to the continuous casting of spells.

As long as he can reach the fifth level, his status will be different immediately. Besides, he has already prepared for a rainy day and is ready.

Rollek smiled contentedly, and took out two scrolls. These scrolls were tied with magic strings, and a faint magical aura radiated in the room.

Fireball, a three-pole spell, causes creatures within a radius of 10 meters around the explosion point to suffer explosion waves and fire damage, and its strength can even melt metal

Flying, a tripolar spell, the subject can fly 100 meters in the air, with good maneuverability, the ascent speed is halved, and the descending speed is doubled, the speed is equal to the speed of ordinary flying birds

These two are three-pole spells, and they were bought by Rolek who spent a quarter of his wealth.

With regard to the theoretical basis of the two tripolar spells, Rolek has already studied them in advance. As long as the magic power is reached, he can learn it, and he can become a respected intermediate mage from then on.

In a few days, let's reject Master Chana's suggestion! At this time, the porridge was already opened, and Rolek was thinking while eating.

It is not a big deal for mages to form a group, but at this time, it is inappropriate. Rolek has already felt that this situation is unusual, but if he does not know the inside story and forms a group to secretly fight against the will of the mages guild, the end will only be worse.

Besides, my current situation is not bad, and it is quite valuable to be promoted to level five, so it shouldn't be a problem.

No matter what the reason is, the mage guild will not force us to die. Besides, even if the situation deteriorates to such a degree, mages with flying spells can fly 100 kilometers within 3 to 4 times of flying spells. , this can already avoid most of the threats - Rolek thought so.

The sound of patrolling soldiers came from outside: Pay attention, you were attacked by little demons last night, be careful now...

Rollek didn't pay attention, after finishing his Chinese meal, he lay down on the bed, took a nap, and slowly fell asleep after thinking about the process of casting spells today.

The entire small building was almost silent. (!)