Chapter 41 Interception
On a new day, shortly after dawn, Roland and Hela got on the carriage they had bought in the North, left the hotel openly, and walked out of the port city.

After the carriage left the hotel, the people who were waiting at the door of the hotel immediately ran in one direction.

Then, less than an hour later, Roland in the carriage noticed that some people were following him.

Roland glanced at the calm Hela, then used his mental power to search and confirm the number and strength of the pursuers.

Three second-ring spellcasters and five first-ring spellcasters.

They seem to be wild mages?
Roland sensed the quality of the magic in their bodies and felt a little confused.

How dare such a small number of people come to stop me?

It seems that I overestimated those noble descendants. If I had known, I would not have worked overtime to make spell scrolls yesterday.

Roland yawned and leaned back in his seat slowly.

Since there are no powerful enemies, let Hela take care of them.

Soon, the carriage carrying Roland and Hela left the port city and headed west along the official road.

After traveling along the official road for more than half an hour, the carriage arrived at an empty space with no one around.

Finally, the spellcasters who had been tracking them took action.

Following several obvious fluctuations of magical power, three huge fireballs blasted towards the horses pulling the cart.

However, just as the fireballs approached the carriage, Roland looked up, and a faint magic power popped out from his fingers and shot into the three fireballs.

The magic power shot into the crude spell model of the fireball, quickly destroying its internal model structure. Then, the three fireballs quickly shrank and finally disappeared completely.

“Hela, go try to fight with other spellcasters.”

After cracking the three fireballs, Roland leaned back in his seat and spoke calmly.

"Ah."

Hela nodded, stood up with the elf staff, and walked out of the car.

When she walked out of the car, the spellcasters who were hiding in the surrounding woods also came out.

Eight wild spellcasters appeared.

On Hela's shoulder, the gray crow tilted its head, flapped its wings slightly backwards, and its entire body faded and disappeared.

Seeing Hela getting off the carriage, the hostile spellcaster showed no mercy and quickly attacked with a spell.

First-level spell—mind disturbance.

Looking at the people casting spells, Hela did not hesitate and took the lead in attacking.

As the mental interference swept around, the minds of several spellcasters who were concentrating on constructing spell models froze slightly, and the spell models that had not yet been formed collapsed directly.

The second-ring spellcasters were fine, as they had stronger mental strength. In addition, Hela's spell was a first-ring spell that affected everyone. Therefore, they directly resisted the mental interference and continued to cast spells.

The first-level spellcasters did not have such strong mental resistance. Except for one spellcaster who canceled the spell in time to avoid the backlash of the spell, the other four were not spared and their mental strength was damaged by the backlash of the spell.

Without hesitation, Hela took the lead in attacking the five first-ring spellcasters, and shot several black arrows containing thick dark elements at the four of them.

Several spellcasters who were hit by backlash from their spells endured the mental discomfort and tried to dodge Hela's attacks.

Except for the spellcaster who was not hit by the backlash and dodged all the attacks, the others were unable to dodge effectively due to mental discomfort.

Although they all barely dodged the first attack, the second attack hidden in the follow-up successfully hit them.

One spellcaster who was unlucky was shot through the heart and died instantly on the spot. The rest of them were luckier and only had scratches, while the unluckier ones had a black infected area on their bodies.

As their bodies were corroded by the dark elements, they gritted their teeth and retreated, mobilizing the magic power in their bodies to try to expel the dark elements.

Before the only first-level spellcaster in good condition could congratulate himself for having removed the spell model in time and blocked Hela's combo, a shadow appeared behind him. The re-materialized Gray Crow opened its mouth, and a sharp stone particle composed of dark elements shot out of its mouth and pierced his head directly.

Of the five first-ring spellcasters, two were killed and three were injured.

While Hela was dealing with the first-ring spellcaster, the other three second-ring spellcasters present finally completed their spells.

A fireball three times larger than the previous one, a sharp ice spike, and a gust of green wind rushed towards Hela.

Facing these three second-level spells, Helamian remained calm.

First-level spell—Evocation.

Hela stretched out her left hand and hooked her palm slightly upwards. A thin wall of earth was pulled up directly from the ground, cleverly blocking the fireball.

"boom!"

When the fireball touched the earth wall, it exploded instantly, turning the entire earth wall into pieces of mud.

At the same time, relying on her physical fitness equivalent to that of a first-ring knight, Hela decisively rolled to the side twice to avoid the ice spikes.

The ice spike pierced the place where Hela had just stood, freezing the surrounding half-meter area.

As for the strong wind that followed her, Hela stretched out her left hand and threw the undead corpse tied to the carriage and covered with cloth over.

At the same time, a soul crystal flew out of Hela's pocket and fell into the undead corpse.

The newly revived undead was swept into the strong wind as soon as it opened its eyes.

Fortunately, every part of its body was selected and strengthened by Hela, so a second-level spell was not enough to kill it.

It gripped the bone sword tightly, stuck it into the ground, and withstood the attack of the strong wind.

Although her body was a little dirty, Hela was not a spoiled child. She did not show any emotion and quickly cast a spell to counterattack.

First-level spell—flesh rot.

Three dark rays of light shot out from the staff and hit the three second-ring spellcasters.

A second-level spellcaster casually threw out a first-level spell and blocked Hela's attack.

As for the other two, they looked at the magic ring shot towards them with contempt, with no intention of dodging or intercepting it.

Then, in front of their surprised gazes, two dark rays of light penetrated their elemental shields and hit them directly.

"puff."

A second-ring spellcaster vomited blood under this attack, and the flesh on his chest quickly rotted where he was attacked.

In the severe pain, he forced himself to stay awake and cancel the spell in time.

The other spellcaster was not so miserable. His ordinary-looking clothes flashed slightly and he barely withstood the attack.

However, as a price, a small hole was corroded on his clothes.

Looking at the clothes with a hole in them, his face instantly darkened.

Damn it, my robe, I’m so at a loss this time.

He clenched the magic ball in his hand and began to think of retreating.

He had not forgotten that there was a stronger person in the carriage.

Thinking of this, he reached into his pocket and grasped the spell scroll inside.

(End of this chapter)