144 Carriers (2/2)
By this time the young officer was anxious, and he had a bad feeling, for Roland had gone straight to shore after their appearance, a move that seemed decisive and obviously prepared.
It couldn't be that their departure was a ploy in itself, could it?
The young officer's heart was trembling.
Even though he knew that he was no match in this situation, the young officer still shouted, ”Mr. Roland, I'll repeat myself, if you leave, we'll have to take some forceful measures.”
The young officer's face hardened and he raised his hand at the rear. The sailors disorderly set arrows on their bows, but none of them drew all the way.
Roland looked at the magic reserve in the Mind-Calming Necklace and found that nearly half of it was already filled, so he turned around and gently knocked on the ice bridge with his staff.
The magic power materialized due to a large amount of condensation, and white ice fragments danced around Roland. First, a streak of white ice spread on the river at an extremely quick speed and suddenly turned in front of the two battleships, drawing a white, marked line on both shores of the large river.
Then this white line thickened and widened speedily.
The sailors on the battleships, dumbfounded and even terrified, watched as, before their eyes, an ice platform that completely spanned the entire river and was almost a meter thick appeared in front of them. It was a vast expanse of white, gaining a dazzling luster in the sunlight.
And all this, from start to finish, took less than fifteen seconds.
Roland nodded in satisfaction. Half of his own mana bar could accomplish this—his effective use of magic power had gone up another level.
At least three months locked in the magic lab, vigorously studying and experimenting with magic was quite good for the growth of his own abilities.
Then he and Jett both turned away, never looking at the two ships again.
”Archmage!” The young officer stared blankly at Roland's back. ”The mayor may be in trouble this time.”
He breathed a long sigh of relief, then said to the lieutenant behind him, ”Raise the anchor and ram it.”
The lieutenant gulped. ”It won't move, the ice is too thick. Our ship will be damaged instead.”
”I know,” the young officer said indifferently. ”This time, Delpon will definitely fall, but these Golden Sons probably won't rob the John family of their military rights and territory. They are quite good in nature and are of a good alignment. So, we will still be working for Delpon in the future, and if we don't put in some 'effort' now, without any losses, that's cowardice and disobedience to command—there's no telling what kind of underhanded punishment the heir of John's family will give us in the future.”
The lieutenant suddenly came to his senses and looked at the young officer with an expression of admiration. ”I see. I'll secretly break the legs and hands of some more soldiers and try to make this look as perfect as possible.”
The young officer smiled and nodded.
Shortly afterward, the two warships crashed into the thick ice floes with unyielding momentum.
At this moment, Roland and Jett were walking on the shore, and instead of going directly to the docks, they took a detour toward the entrance of the city wall.
Jett had been silent, but suddenly he said, ”Roland, you've incited a conversation again.”
Roland was stunned for a moment, then came to realize… ”You're on the air?”
”Yeah,” Jett said with some excitement. ”The last time you guys went to the city of Mory, the guy in charge of the livestream got tens of thousands of yuan in tips, so I'll give it a try this time. You, Hawk, and Link all have your own things to do—you're all busy people—so, I'll be the one to livestream this time, and get some pocket money to use in passing.”
Roland laughed lightly and said, ”You say it so bluntly. Aren't you afraid that the netizens won't give you tips?”
The truth was quite the opposite. Because of what Jett had just said, he instead got a small stream of tips worth several thousand.
Although the tips were given, the discussion in the livestream was still about Roland-related topics.
”The ice layer that was just created across the river is so scary and awesome. What kind of magic is this? Ice wall spell?”
”There is no such thing as an ice wall spell, only a fire wall spell.”
”I do think it's the dynamic use of Ice Ring.”
”I'm poorly-read, don't lie to me, is this what Ice Ring looks like?”
”That's why he is the number one mage and you guys are just little warlocks.”
”A mage is someone who learns magic and can use it dynamically, changing the way it manifests. You warlocks just simply use magic.”
”Warlocks never produce magic, you guys are just magic carriers.”
”The thing about magic is, can it be said to be carried? Anyway, now it's we warlocks who are more powerful on average, the only renowned mage is Roland. There are many gods among us warlocks, such as the famous livestream uploader, Demonic Warlock Griefwind.”
”Stop saying those words, it's humiliating to watch. Roland, that guy is simply a player-boss of another level. If he came to our warlock side to kick ass after knocking down a bunch of people, he could still arrogantly shout: who else? I want to beat five more!”
A player named Griefwind immediately left a message.
”Hahaha…”
There was a lively atmosphere in the livestream.
Roland and Jet, on the other hand, arrived at a small forest almost a kilometer outside the city walls.
In the shadowy woods, more than a hundred sturdy men stood in silence, and before them was Link, who held a blade of grass in his mouth.
Upon seeing Roland and Jett enter, Link spat out the grass and revealed a very gentle smile. ”I've been waiting for you guys for a long time.”