Out of the small town of Clare, there is a wasteland of knee-high weeds, overgrown with shrubs, and occasionally a few small woods. There was only a large road that was not flat, but at least wide enough for two carriages, that meandered into the Dark Mountains.

Although the Dark Mountains are on the edge of the town, there are still twenty or thirty miles of depth between the two. After all, the inhabitants of any small town do not want to go out and be targeted by a whole pack of wind wolves, and accidentally encounter fierce beasts that go out to forage, and sleep in the torment of wolves howling and roaring all night long.

It is now late autumn and September, and the continent of Eseven, to be precise, most of the Greenland Human Empire is about the same as the solar terms on the earth, and the year is also divided into twelve months, the only difference is that the continent of Esevin has a total of six days, four days and twelve days per month. Flowing fire in July, clothing in September. The weeds on the wasteland have been dyed yellow, and in the early morning, there is still a frost on the dry grass, and as far as the eye can see, the vast wasteland is desolate and desolate.

Uncle Mas walked at the forefront, boasting about his previous mighty achievements with a few new mercenaries next to him, and from time to time he put on a few battle poses to teach them. A few people who bluffed were stunned for a moment, and the chicks pecked at the rice and nodded frequently.

The other members of the mercenary group walked scattered on the main road, some of them laughed loudly from time to time, some silently wiped their weapons, and the first-order Qingzong pulled a horse loaded with heavy supplies needed for the camp and followed behind without hurry.

Uncle Austin, the head of the group, temporarily served as Roland Jr.'s teacher, and instructed him to pay attention to what he needed to pay attention to when going out on an adventure.

"Don't think that you can take your strength lightly, proud and arrogant adventurers can't go far in the dark mountains. There are countless kinds of creatures in the dark forest that are weak but can give you a lot of trouble and even kill your life, there is a kind of Warcraft Withered Leaf Snake, although it only has the strength of the first order, you can easily solve him with a one-ring spell, but if you are bitten by it, not to mention that you are a little mage who is not official, even I will be seriously injured. ”

"The current season is the best time to go out and practice, when the heat fades, those annoying mosquitoes and poisonous snakes will be much reduced, and the safety of our camping in the wild will be much higher. Entering the snowy winter, many demonic beasts in the Dark Mountains began to stock up on food for the winter, and the frequency of going out to forage began to increase, and it was also the fattest time. ”

"When camping in the deep woods, we can't choose a windward outlet, where our own smell will be blown far away, so we choose a leeward place with rocks to block the camp. In places where there are many monsters, they can't easily light a fire to eat, and the smell of barbecued meat and the smell of flesh and blood may provoke them. ”

Intermittently, while listening to Uncle Austin's guidance, Roland secretly sighed: "If you don't count the last trip to the Dark Mountains that ended hastily, this is his first training trip." He had just passed the age of sixteen, and he had spent his years trying to perceive the elements and cultivate magic, where did he know these things. ”

Approaching the Dark Mountains, the atmosphere of the mercenary group was noticeably thicker. Maas took off the big shield on his back and carried it in his hand, and several adventurers scattered under the leadership of Uncle Oren, the knight of the Black Iron Nine Ranks, to prevent the appearance of magical beasts at any time.

The place they are going to this time is the Fire Maple Grassland, and they have to pass through several second-order demonic beasts on the way, if the road goes well, it will take about half a month to reach the Fire Maple Grassland, after all, this is in the dark mountain range where the demonic beasts are crisscrossed, and the not very powerful Sealing Sword Mercenary Group does not have the strength to advance unscrupulously and arbitrarily, and the distance traveled every day is only a little bit.

"Attention, in the southwest direction, the second-order Demonic Beast Starfire Beast has been found." The little assassin who was inquiring about the situation on the periphery came with a warning.

Austin's heart was relieved when he heard this, the Starfire Beast was just a second-order low-level demonic beast, and its strength was equivalent to that of a second- and third-rank bloodline knight of the Black Iron Rank, and it was far from posing a threat.

"Little Roland, you follow Uncle Max to fix it."

Roland scratched his head, held his scepter, and walked towards the place where he had just been warned, accompanied by Max, a knight of the third rank of the Black Iron Rank.

This is Uncle Austin's opportunity to give himself a workout, whether it is before or after the crossing, Roland, the actual combat experience is almost zero. This kind of strength is not strong enough, the situation can be easily controlled, and the Warcraft that his one-ring spell can cause a threat is just the best object for his actual combat training, which Austin has already reminded him on the way.

The Starfire Beast is a horse-sized monster with a flaming one-horned horn on its head, and it is lying among the clumps of alfalfa grass, his eyes closed.

Roland gestured to stop Uncle Max from stepping forward to attract the beast, as Max looked at him with confused eyes. Roland raised his staff, two short syllables matching his spell-casting gestures.

"Damm!"

A blue-red flame suddenly appeared from the tip of the staff. This is exactly the One Ring Spell - Maxwell's Little Fireball.

In fact, aside from actual combat experience, Roland can also be regarded as a gifted genius mage, cultivating ice and fire magic, and at the age of sixteen, he already has the strength to apprentice the ninth grade, and his talent for cultivating magic has even been praised more than once by Mr. Wells. This kind of talent, even in the Greenland Empire, is not inferior to the young talents among those princes and nobles.

Roland's current soul is not the original little Roland who grew up because of the death of his parents and only the teacher, who is only willing to make promises and always wants to rely on others. A traverser has a fairly good character template, if he can't do something big, I'm afraid the entire traversal army will be humiliated.

The sudden danger had caught the attention of the Starfire Beast, and by the time it looked up at Roland, the blue-red flames had already filled its eyeballs.

Woo~

The Starfire Beast hissed in pain or rage. Maxwell's small fireball is a precursor skill model for Maxwell's signature skills of a series of signature skills of the ancient Marfa Empire's legendary fire master, although it is a ring of magic, but its power has accumulated to a certain extent, and it can even defeat second-order or even third-order magical beasts.

Once the Starfire Beast had determined its goal, it began to sprint forward, and the starfire-like horn glowed brightly, which was the Starfire Beast's innate magic—the Starfire Beam. This is a combination of fire and star magic, and it is also very powerful.

The starfire was swaying with a dazzling tail flame, and Roland didn't have time to dodge at all, and he hit it all at once.

The collision of the flame and the ice shield stirred up a cloud of steaming water. The spark beam continued to move forward, striking Roland in the abdomen.

The dark blue shading robe carved with various obscure patterns suddenly lit up with a cluster of flames just as the starfire beam was about to hit

A ring of fire magic—Flame Armor!

Watching the Starfire Beam crash into him, the last bit of energy was annihilated by the flames of the flame shield. Roland breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.