Taquilin South.

The convoy has been on the road for more than four hours straight. At first, Roland was able to ride a landing bird and follow Uncle Leonic, listening to the warriors who had traveled in various places to teach him various experiences and increase his knowledge as he went, but after lunch, the young man, who had no long-term travel experience, was a little overwhelmed, and had to squeeze into a carriage and sit next to the chariot guard.

I remember someone once said that people should experience two things in their lives, a trip that says go and a love that goes out of their minds. But now, based on what Leonik said to himself, Roland deeply understood that in the age of cold weapons, a trip that could be called a great adventure could be called a great adventure, and the purpose of the journey might be a cemetery.

If you want to travel long distances in this world, first of all, you have to arm yourself strongly, otherwise you will just add food to the trolls, kobolds, jackals and other humanoid races in the wild, and the interior of the human kingdom is better, if you are in the Daron Mill Woodland and the Land of Ghosts, you can meet the traces of these races by walking dozens of miles; Secondly, you need to prepare a variety of tools for survival in the wild, and it is best to bring enough dry food, this real world does not have all kinds of bags in the game, and the materials that each person can bring are extremely limited, so you can't stay in the wild for a long time; In the end, you have to bring enough money for travel, as the ancients said, "a penny is hard for a hero".

Of course, none of the above is actually the most important, the most important thing is a trustworthy partner, so the adventurers who travel alone in this world can be said to be very rare, most of them are accompanied by passing caravans or only find familiar friends to travel with.

The journey began with the convoy passing through a large area of farmland outside Taquilin. Of course, the haughty High Elves don't do that kind of work in the fields, and all the people who work in the fields are kobolds who have been captured as slaves. As far as the young people know, the slaves commonly used by the High Elves are fish-men other than kobolds, but Taquilin is not near the seashore and there are no large lakes nearby, so there are almost no fish-people under it.

As the front line of the battle against the trolls, the inhabitants of Taquilin are mostly front-line fighters and their families, and they rarely go out of the city, after all, leaving the city means unforeseen dangers.

When we first left Taquilin, the road was wide enough for ten carts to move side by side, but as time went on, it got narrower and narrower, and now it was only five or six meters wide. At the same time, the road conditions are getting worse and worse, and the guards of the convoy are really busy.

The wheels of the cart were tied to large wooden planks, which were used to prevent them from falling into mud puddles.

It was quiet all the way, and the guards of the convoy were all experienced veterans, all of whom looked like they were not approaching. For this reason, Roland did not strike up a conversation with the guy who acted as a coachman next to him. However, as the convoy moved forward, he could clearly feel that there seemed to be some commotion at the back of the convoy all the time. However, since the guards of the convoy didn't care, it was naturally not his turn to take care of the matter.

Idle is also idle, the young man simply took out a copy of "The Faith of the Holy Light" from his backpack that he had picked up in the market a few days ago, and flipped through it casually. It is an old book, with yellowed paper, showing signs of frequent flipping, but the author is not identified.

Turning the first page, there are only two sentences written in lingua franca - "Don't ask me what the Holy Light is, the Holy Light is your heart, a heart that is right" and "The persistence of the Holy Light sometimes requires the price of life". To be precise, this book is actually a journal of perceptions, recording the different perceptions of the Holy Light by the owners of the handwriting in different time periods.

Of course, Roland didn't expect to be able to comprehend the mystery of the Holy Light just by reading a book, and then turn to a paladin, become the CEO from then on, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the peak of his life.

Although he knew in his heart that the path of the warrior was getting narrower and narrower as he went, and he vaguely wanted to find a path among the paladins and mages, according to his understanding, for now, both roads were still under construction......

First of all, let's talk about the path of the Holy Light, not to mention that he doesn't even know what the Holy Light is now, but take a step back, even if he can perceive the Holy Light? The profession of priest has appeared for so many years, but hasn't the new profession of "Zen and martial arts" of the paladin never appeared? Could it be that no one had ever thought of using the Light in the fight against evil before Archbishop Alonthos Fao? I'm afraid not.

As for the seemingly easy Arcane Road, Roland, who received the memories of his predecessor, could only cry and say, fairy tales are all lies, who said that everyone in the Arcane Kingdom must be a ** master, you see that Midi is so prosperous and there are still a large number of poor people.

Although due to the influence of the Well of the Sun, almost every High Elf has their own talent for arcane affinity, which can use spells more smoothly and conveniently, but it is also because of the Well of the Sun, almost all the mages are gathered in Silvermoon City, and the high-level mages are even more clustered in the Magister Platform of Queldanus and the High Ground of the Well of the Sun, because the closer you get to the Well of the Sun, the more powerful the effect is!

As a result, few promising mages would like to come to the Wraith Lands, as it is too far from the Well of the Sun!

Gradually, with the slow flow of the sands of time, in the passage of thousands of years, the High Elves of the Ghost Land formed their own groups, that is, the current lords of various sizes, and their main forces were mainly warriors and rangers, and there were hardly many mages on the front line of the battle against the trolls.

Even though the High Elf King Anastarian Sunstrider forced a bill to send mages to help garrison the Wraith Lands hundreds of years ago, it was resisted by the Silvermoon Council and the lords of the Wraith Lands - the mages were unwilling to condescend, and the local lords were wary of the royal family. In the end, almost all the mages stationed in the Ghost Land are now offended people or really have no head, and there are very few who have real materials.

As a result, there is a mutual regional discrimination between Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon and the Wraithlands: the mages of Silvermoon City look down on the warriors and rangers on the front line, believing that they are far from the light of the Well of the Sun and have lost their arcane glory; At the same time, the warriors and rangers of the Wraith also looked down on the mages, believing that they were not even as good as a new soldier who had just learned to hold a sword on the battlefield, except for the sun well nestled in the laboratory.

Because of this, as a high elf born and raised in the land of ghosts, Roland can only learn a few tricks at most, and if he wants to systematically learn arcane, it is really more difficult than the commoners in human society who enter Dalaran to learn spells.

In addition, because of the long life span and long-term independent research, the High Elf mage, who is not very good at interpersonal relationships, really does not treat his apprentice very well. Roland still vaguely remembers the mission of the Magiser to turn his two unowned apprentices into boars and the elves who were tossed with a few expansions in the Tower of Sunrage. Therefore, so far, Roland's heart is still more inclined to learn the way of the Light, and there is some rejection of the so-called arcane.

By the time the young man finished reading the book in his hand again, the sky had gradually darkened, the sun in the west had set behind the horizon, the sunset spread out half of the sky like radiation, and the clouds were red as if they had been burned by fire.

According to the wisdom of the old man, such clouds usually mean a good weather for the next few days. The convoy had stopped in a large clearing on the side of the road, and looking back, it was faintly visible the mountain range where Taquelin was located, which was a long stretch of high mountains.

The forest at dusk is much quieter than during the day, and occasionally the chirping of birds and the roar of bobcats can be heard in the forest, reminding the elves to hurry up and set up their camps, and the night in the wild is coming.

The road was used as a passage for people and goods between Taquilin and the Salas Outpost at the southernmost tip of the Wraithlands, and every other day there was an artificially carved clearing, and the water source necessary for camping was easily found nearby.

In addition to the dry food brought by the team, the Ranger team also showed their hands, bringing back a dozen bobcats and wild deer as a meal in less than an hour.

The wagons loaded with heavy goods surrounded the outermost part of the city, leaving only a clear gap to the south, and horses and chocobos were placed on the outskirts of the camp, and the warriors and rangers took turns dining.

Roland was dragged by Uncle Leonique to sit down next to a small campfire, and unlike the dozen or so people sitting around in other places, there were only two people sitting opposite him—Sylvanas Windranger, whom he had seen in the morning, and an elf with blond hair in a shawl.

The other party was wearing a blood-colored robe, and the two parallel silver patterns on the sleeves were slightly conspicuous in the firelight. According to Roland's memory, it was a mage robe style unique to Silvermoon City, and the silver stripe pattern was a revelation of the wearer's mage rank.

One pattern is a low-level mage, two patterns are a middle-level mage, three patterns are a high-level mage, and as for the four patterns, only the ** master who has surpassed the ninth order and entered the legend can wear it.

"Would you like some wine from Sutheril Estate?" The mage, who couldn't see his age, was very kind, and handed over a delicate wine glass, without the usual arrogance of a high elf mage at all.

This middle-level mage is very different from the High Elf mage in Roland's impression, you must know that even the mage who is recognized as having no future who is forced to participate in the garrison of the Wraith Land is eager to put on the appearance of Lao Tzu being the best in the world in normal times!

Roland glanced at the female ranger directly opposite, and then glanced at the warrior next to him out of the corner of his eye, and after confirming that there was no problem, he took the wine glass with a little doubt in his heart.

"How?" The elven mage looked in high spirits.

"Sweet and sour?" The young man frowned, he obviously couldn't tell the difference between good and bad wine in his previous life, so he had to fool the past.

Unexpectedly, hearing his answer, the three people present all laughed.

"I've said it a long time ago, how could a man in the Ghost Lands like such a thing!"

Leonik patted the young man on the shoulder vigorously, looking very happy, "We're not the cowards hiding in the Eversong Forest! ”

Although the warrior uncle was open-mouthed, the mage didn't seem to care very much, and instead opened his mouth to echo it.

"My teacher told me that Silvermoon City has gone through a peace that it doesn't deserve for too long."

Then, he turned to Roland and introduced himself, "First meeting, the Five Rings Mage Passaren, from Silvermoon City. ”