After the fire died down, Roland patted the leaves and ashes on his clothes and walked back to Red Mountain Town.
He walked very slowly, because he had run out of magic power, and the magic regeneration provided by his equipment wasn't very effective. Without magic power, he didn't even have any physical strength.
When he returned to the bridge at the entrance of the village, he found that not only was Falken waiting for him, but a bunch of villagers were also waiting for him.
Seeing him return, a group of people shouted, "He's back, he's back, he's back," and asked him what had happened.
Falken walked out and stood before him. Casting Language Proficiency, he smiled and said, "You've made quite a fuss."
Roland looked back, only to see a huge black spot on the green hill far away. From far away, it was as eye-catching as the bald spot on a beautiful woman's head.
Then, he shrugged and chuckled in embarrassment.
"How's it going?"
The other villagers looked at him hopefully too. The people of Red Mountain Town had suffered from the spiders for a long time and always hoped that someone could deal with them.
"It was my first battle. I was nervous and inexperienced, so I exerted too much strength," Roland said rather embarrassedly. "I only killed one spider."
After a brief silence, the villagers cheered. They had hated the spiders for a long time, but ordinary people couldn't do anything about them.
Several outgoing male townspeople came forward and patted Roland's shoulder hard, inviting him to be their guest.
Roland turned them down politely. There was no need to take them seriously.
After the villagers dispersed, Falken and Roland were the only ones left before the bridge.
At this moment, the sun was about to set. When the crimson light was cast on the lake and the waves were surging, the lake seemed to be burning. It was rather beautiful.
Looking at him, Falken suddenly said, "You seem to have changed."
"Is it that obvious?" Roland was slightly surprised. Then, he walked to the bridge and leaned on the railing. Looking at the mountains far away, he said slowly, "It's just that I suddenly remembered my old dream, or rather, what I once dreamed about. I thought that my unrealistic dream had been shattered by the pressure of reality. I didn't know that it was still in my heart, and that it has popped up now. "
Falken looked at Roland and noticed that there was a weird light in Roland's eyes. It was subtle, but it gave off a bright feeling.
Once upon a time, Falken's eyes had the same brilliance.
"So, you've changed your mind?" asked Falken.
Roland shook his head. "Nothing has changed. I'm still going to walk around and look around."
A gentle breeze blew over the lake, and Roland's voice sounded a bit ethereal in the lake breeze.
Falken was briefly stunned. Roland's answer was exactly the same as a few days ago, except that it was gentler this time.
But Falken sensed determination in his voice.
His previous answer gave him a sense of passivity, or perhaps it could be said that he was going with the flow.
But now, his answer had a sense of progress, as if he had found his goal.
It was the same answer, but why did it feel so different?
After a brief daze, Falken shook his head helplessly. He recalled a lot of things. He was exactly the same when he was young.
Roland took the magic staff out of his Backpack and said, "I'll return it to you. It was a great help."
"It's yours now." Falken turned around and walked forward slowly, while he said casually, "If you think you've taken advantage of me, kill a few more giant spiders."
That should be a quest, but why wasn't there a system notification? Roland thought as he watched Falken's back.
He returned to his cottage and had some bread that he bought from Lake Light Tavern. Then, he studied the mathematical model of the new spell.
Time passed quickly when he had something to do. Roland didn't feel the passage of time at all, as if he had been ejected from the game after only one moment.
After he got out of the game cabin, he copied his battle with the giant spiders and uploaded it to the forum.
He also wrote this:
"Maybe Mages can't cast spells as easily as Warlocks, and we can't level up as easily as Priests. But we Mages have our own advantages. We can analyze and modify spells to derive new spells and skills. This was the first time that I really "killed monsters" in the game yesterday. Since it was my first time in such an environment and a battle that was almost real, I used my full strength at the beginning. This is just a derivative spell of level-one Inferior Fireball, and it's already so powerful. What if it's a spell of the second circle or even the fifth circle? What if our levels are higher? Personally, I think that Mages, while weak at the beginning, will definitely stand at the top of the spellcasters in the end. " “
After writing that, he uploaded the thread.
It didn't take long for someone to reply.
Also, the replies were quite fast. Very soon, there were a dozen posts, and when the thread refreshed, there were more than twenty.
"You dare say that you're not a big bomb?"
"It's too powerful. How did you manage to extract all your Mana and use it on a single Spell? I'm a Mage too. I can only use 30% of my magic power at best. "
"The commander of the Bald Eagle Kingdom suspects that you're hiding a great weapon. Please go with the FBI. Thank you."
"That's not fair. It's already good enough that I, a level-two Warlock, can pierce through a sapling with Inferior Fireball. According to the talent comparison, a Warlock should be much more powerful than a Mage at the same level."
"I'm deleting my account. I'm going to embrace the Mage class. This power, this sound, this visual effect … It's so f * cking awesome."
"Brother Roland, do you want a disciple? She's fair and beautiful, and she can cry … Let's be friends on QQ. "
"The one upstairs, go away. I'm also fair and pretty, and I can even pull out a big …"
Roland shook his head helplessly when he saw that his post was soon off.
At this moment, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up. It was his good friend Schuck's voice.
"Bro, come to my place. My cousin finished his college entrance exam the day before yesterday, and he's in the game. According to his description, his birthplace seems to be very close to Red Mountain Town. "
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Roland hung up and rode a public bike to the cold drink bar. In a private room, he saw a young man who was about eighteen and looked similar to Schuck. He had a cheerful smile.
Lying on the back of the couch in a good mood, Schuck introduced him. "This is my cousin Betta. My uncle locked him at home to study from childhood to high school. He's been released now that the college entrance exam is over."
"Brother Roland, nice to meet you."
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