Roland and Jett stood on the ice and looked at the two warships that were quickly catching up.
Jett was a little excited. He had already taken out his spiked mace and studded small round shield from his Backpack, licking his lips excitedly, a fanatical expression on his face as he waited for the warships to get closer and he would jump over and start a massacre.
However, when the warships got closer and the soldiers on them stood on the side of the ship and showed their faces, both Roland and Jett looked a little disappointed.
These two warships weren't big and could only be considered medium-sized ships at best.
After all, this was just a big river, and the riverbed wasn't too deep to run a really large warship.
But what really disappointed both Roland and Jett was the mental state of the sailors on the ships.
Although the other side stood on the ship, stood higher and had more people.
But Roland and Jett could both see that these sailors all had frightened expressions on their faces, especially when they saw Roland.
"There doesn't seem to be any point." Jett sighed and put away his weapons.
This group of sailors clearly had no intention of fighting.
In fact, the reason was simple: these sailors were afraid of fighting.
Under a feudal dynasty, how much training time could inland lords and sailors have? It was already good enough that they could form one.
Besides, John Senior only loved the cavalry, and he only raised the other arms with the attitude that they were used to "wrap up" or serve the cavalry.
Therefore, it was already a very good thing that a navy could be established and there were six ships that weren't too small.
This wasn't some seaport-type territory.
Many other cities built along rivers didn't even have a navy, let alone a warship.
The two ships dropped their anchors at a distance, and stayed where they were, and did not come over.
The soldiers standing on the ships, although standing in two rows at the bow, had their bows behind them and didn't even move to draw their bows and shoot.
The young man in the lead looked a little familiar to Roland, and then he thought about it and realized that it was the young officer on the wall the last time he and Betta had transported the seriously injured girl back to the city at night.
Seeing that the other side didn't seem to have any intention of fighting, Roland didn't do anything, but when he used magic to freeze an ice path on the river, extending to the shore, and was about to leave, the young officer on the opposite side suddenly shouted, "Mr. Roland, please stop."
Although the distance was a bit far, the voice still came over.
Roland turned to look at him.
The young officer continued to shout, "The City Lord told us to stop you. Please don't make things difficult for us."
In fact, it wasn't just stopping them! Roland could see that the young officer had lied. Old John's order was at least to capture them alive, or to kill them. This kind of order was the most normal.
But after all, they were Golden Sons, immortal, and simply killing them was useless. It was more like buying time, which was John Senior's purpose.
To these soldiers, fighting against two undying Spell Casters, who were terrifying Elite-level monsters at that, was no different from suicide. So they were afraid.
They were now on the river, and they were the navy. In theory, they had a great advantage.
Therefore, the young officer had some confidence in this mission. After all, the other party was only in a small boat, and they had a big boat. If the other party did not cooperate, they would be knocked over and drowned.
The Golden Sons would be reborn in the Church of Life after their resurrection, where a large number of elite soldiers arranged by the mayor were lying in ambush.
It could be said that before the operation, Mayor John Senior had considered almost everything he could think of and issued the relevant orders.
This was a very reasonable arrangement.
But the young officer could now be sure that the mayor still underestimated Roland's strength.
The enemy was indeed in a small boat, but now they were standing on a huge floating ice platform, and even the boat was frozen in the floating ice.
It was a hot day … Even for an official Mage, it was difficult to create a large piece of ice.
However, the reality was even more exaggerated, and such a large piece of floating ice appeared in front of them.
If Roland could make such a floating ice, then he could certainly make a bigger and more exaggerated floating ice.
Even if the other party didn't use any offensive spells, it would be fine as long as they stuck their warships with ice. Their ships weren't large warships with anti-magic hulls and the ability to break ice.
Their two ships would definitely not be able to move when the time came.
In addition, their sailors were rarely trained, and if they didn't have ships, they wouldn't be able to exert much combat power when they went to the ground or fought on the floating ice.
The greater role of these sailors was only to deter the "water bandits" who evaded taxes.
Roland ignored the two ships and just smiled at them. Since the two warships didn't dare to come up, then there was no need for him to deliberately deal with them.
Using magic, an ice bridge to the shore was formed on the surface of the lake.
Roland and Jett began to walk to the shore.
At this time, the young officer was already anxious. He had a bad feeling because Roland went straight to the shore after they appeared. This move seemed very decisive, and it was obvious that he had been prepared.
It couldn't be that their departure was a trick in itself, could it?
The young officer's heart was trembling.
Although he knew that he was no match in this situation, the young officer still shouted, "Mr. Roland, I'll review it again. If you leave, we'll have to take some measures by force."
The young officer's expression became determined. He waved his hand at the rear, and the sailors strung their arrows on their bows, but none of them drew them.
Roland looked at the magic reserve in the Mind-Calming Necklace and found that it was almost half full, so he turned around and tapped his wand lightly on the ice bridge.
The magic became solid because of the large amount of condensation, and white ice shards danced around Roland's body. First, a white ice scar spread forward at an extremely fast speed on the surface of the river, then suddenly turned in front of the two warships, drawing a "white" line on both sides of the river.
Then this white line thickened and widened at an extremely fast speed.
The marines on the warship were dumbfounded and even frightened as they looked at the ice platform that was almost one meter thick that completely spanned across the entire river. It was a vast expanse of whiteness that reflected a dazzling luster under the sunlight.
And all this took less than fifteen seconds.
Roland nodded in satisfaction. To be able to do this with only half of his mana, his effective use of magic had gone up another level.
At least three months of squatting in a magic lab to study and experiment with magic was good for the growth of his abilities.
Then he and Jett turned and left, never looking at the two warships again.
"Archmage!" The young officer stared blankly at Roland's back. "The mayor may be in trouble this time."
He let out a long sigh, then said to the adjutant behind him, "Heave the anchor and crash through."
The adjutant swallowed. "It won't budge, the ice is too thick. Our ship will be damaged instead. "
"I know," the young officer said indifferently. "Delpon is definitely going to fail this time, but these Golden Sons probably won't rob the John family of their military power and territory. They have good personalities and are in the good camp. So we'll still work for Delpon in the future, and if we don't contribute now without any casualties or losses, we'll be cowards and disobeying orders, and who knows what kind of small shoes the heir of the John family will give us in the future. "
The adjutant came to a realization and looked at the young officer with an admiring expression. "I see. I'll secretly break some of their limbs and try to do this perfectly. "
The young officer smiled and nodded.
Soon after, the two warships crashed into the thick floating ice with an indomitable momentum.
At this time, Roland and Jett were walking on the shore. Instead of going directly to the dock, they took a detour and walked toward the entrance to the city wall.
Jett had been silent, but suddenly, he said, "Roland, you've brought up the topic again."
Roland froze for a moment, then reacted. "You're streaming?"
"Yeah," Jett said with some excitement. "The last time you guys went to Mory, the guy in charge of the livestream got tens of thousands of tips, so this time I'm going to try it too. You, Hawk, and Link all have their own things to do and are all busy people, so this time it's up to me to do the livestream and get some pocket money to use. "
Roland laughed lightly and said, "Aren't you afraid the netizens won't give you tips if you speak so bluntly?"
In fact, it was the opposite. Because of what Jett had just said, he instead received a small amount of tips, several thousand.
Although the tips were given, the discussion in the livestream was still about Roland.
"The ice layer that was just created across the river was terrifying and cool. What kind of magic is that? Ice wall? "
"There's no such thing as an ice wall, only a fire wall."
"I think it's a flexible use of the Ice Ring."
"I don't read much, don't lie to me, is the Ice Ring like this?"
"That's why he's the number one Mage, and you're just little Warlocks."
"Mages learn magic and can use it flexibly, changing the form that magic takes. You Warlocks just simply use magic. "
"Warlocks never produce magic, you're just the porters of magic."
"How can you call it moving when it's magic? Anyway, it's us Warlocks who are more powerful on average now, and the only Mage who can be called is Roland. There are many great gods among us Warlocks, such as the famous livestream uploader, the Demon Warlock Beifeng. "
"Don't say these things again, it's embarrassing to watch. Roland is simply a player boss on another level. If he comes to challenge us Warlocks and knocks down a bunch of people, he can still shout arrogantly, 'Who else? I want to fight five more! '"
A player named Beifeng immediately left a message.
"Hahaha …"
There was a cheerful atmosphere in the livestream.
Roland and Jett, on the other hand, arrived in a small forest about a kilometer outside the city wall.
In the dark forest, more than a hundred strong men stood silently, and in front of them was Link, who had a blade of grass in his mouth.
Seeing Roland and Jett come in, Link spat out the blade of grass and revealed a very gentle smile. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
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