Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

A day later, the cold raindrops fell on the makeshift canopy of the insect car, making a pattering sound.

The rain fell, the wind blew, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Ruby lit a flame in her palm to keep warm.

"Is it warm, Lynn?"

"It's alright. Move closer."

"OK."

Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, she pulled out a curved metal plate from beside the seat, stood it upright, and wedged it into the grooves on both sides of the bicycle frame. This was to prevent the aimless raindrops from drifting directly onto the two of them with the wind.

The calm during the rain was common, and the two didn't have much to say to each other for a while.

After a while, Ruby noticed a change in the small red dot on the black box, which prompted Lynn, who was focused on driving, to...

"The other object is still moving at 21° north of west, heading in our direction. We need to hurry."

Lynn didn't do much, just moved the flying rods forward a little more to deter the worms.

The effect is limited. After all, the power of a worm has its limits.

No matter how fast they go, they can't go faster than their own speed.

"That's already the fastest speed."

"All right."

Ruby sat behind Lynn, her hand on his back, her palm slowly sending out warmth.

Lynn shuddered slightly as the ride was bumpy, and his back, which had been stiff from being soaked by the rain, gradually regained feeling.

"Thanks."

"Need not."

The primitive animal-drawn carts even had heating and air conditioning, which was already quite good. Lynn couldn't ask for too much.

Pity.

The temperature was too low, otherwise this would have been a rather relaxing outing.

..

Lynn shook his head, regained his composure, and focused back on his current perspective.

The scenery wasn't anything special either. Red soil and white hailstones, over and over again, monotonous and boring.

Everyone knows that highways have several curves, but the plains of the sand dune world are only slightly undulating, without even a single obstacle.

If he hadn't had to adjust his position from time to time, he probably would have fallen asleep by now.

If the four seasons were used to describe the sand dune planet beneath their feet, then the day he and Ruby landed was probably in the height of summer.

The blue-green algae grew abundantly. It was unbearably hot then, and even with the wind blowing constantly, Lynn could stay submerged in the water for quite a while.

More than ten days have passed since it hit the ground, and the temperature is dropping day by day.

The scenery is becoming increasingly monotonous.

The worm-shaped vehicle had no railings, and the hailstones scattered on the ground looked like boiled sesame dumplings in the rain.

He missed the civilized world and was hungry.

Lynn glanced back at Ruby.

The latter squinted at the gray sky: "The worms molt in cycles. They've been molting a lot lately, which means the climate is about to change. If nothing unexpected happens, the rainy season should be back in a while."

As she spoke, a few hailstones rolled down beside the car. The tiny ice pellets spun and rolled in the mud.

Lynn understood what she meant.

She didn't want to talk about the difficulties, but the difficulties still exist.

They only talked about the bright future.

Spring will come. But what about before spring arrives?

In preparing for winter, he reflected on what he had overlooked. He really wished he could switch to a different spell. Like Ruby's fire-making trick, or even learn a wizard's hand to manipulate objects from afar, so he wouldn't have to do everything himself.

He sighed and, following the "entwining vines," made a vague grasp towards the river beside him.

A wisp of cold air snaked its way out along the vines, skimming the water's surface. Wherever it passed, the river froze, and the ice shards collided and drifted downstream.

His cold magic has finally taken another step forward.

Although it's still a long way from Ruby's "combat ability," at least it's no longer just about patting cold air onto its own hands.

Lynn's small success allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The magnitude of success is not important; the number of times it is achieved is what truly influences a person's mindset.

Just then, the bug car stopped in front of a cliff.

"It's Lynn, let's look for her."

Ruby jumped out of the car and patted the receiver on her wrist.

The two split up, and a few minutes later, she frowned, spun her wrist twice in place, and muttered under her breath, "Damn it, the signal is nearby, but we can't see anything."

Lynn looked around. The plateau to the northwest stretched out in layers.

A narrow waterfall cascades down the cliff face, its roar echoing through the air.

Suddenly, two robes of different colors floated down the water upstream, carried by the current, drifting past their feet.

One garment was deep blue, the other grayish-green; they were half-submerged, half-floating in the water.

Lynn whistled.

The flying staff darted out, skimming the water's surface, and retrieved the robe along with whatever was inside.

Lynn seized one of them

"A few bottles of simple, crude medicine, their caps open; a few still-warm ores, still warm to the touch. Nothing else."

Ruby touched the potion and sniffed it slightly.

"The used medicine should have the ability to shapeshift... that person must have been murdered..."

"It might be a chemical agent from the geological school that can turn people into petrifiers."

Suddenly Ruby grabbed Lynn's clothes and saw two strange stones stuck in the rocks, her head spinning from the rushing water.

"Lynn, look! It's a human statue!"

Lynn dropped the two robes and paused for a moment.

statue?

Ruby took a few steps forward and carefully examined the left chest of a statue.

There is a hole about the size of a thumb.

Ruby gestured with her hand, a hint of doubt in her mind.

"This looks like it was produced by a spinning club. Could it be...?"

Lynn had trained flying rods, and one of the characteristics of flying rods was that they could cause a lot of damage to biological matter.

Therefore, this wound was caused by the throwing stick attack.

These two statues are not stones at all, but rather statues formed from a potion that the statues took after being pierced by a flying stick.

"Ruby, don't doubt it, they are human."

Ruby naturally continued with her conjecture.

"Is the purpose of using the medication to ensure one's own safety and facilitate rescue...?"

Helpless

fear

The two men originally intended to move the bodies of the two statues apart.

Unexpectedly, with just a light touch, the two stone statues shattered with a crashing sound in the cold rain.

"ah..·"

The medication has lost its effectiveness.

They died, just like the stray dogs on the roadside.

The death of a wizard's apprentice is no different from that of an ordinary person.

Lynn looked up, her expression blank.

"The remaining person can only be on the plateau above the cliff."

These two wizard apprentices must have been attacked by flying clubs before they chose this method to buy time.

The main threat is the flying clubs. Lynn is not afraid of flying clubs.

But the two men were already dead, and the target of the flying stick attack was clear.

That's Joe

It is the only one still alive.

Ruby looked in the direction Lynn was looking.

There were faint traces of human carving on the towering rock face, but apart from the waterfall and the rushing river below, he could not find a second way to get up.

The cliff was almost vertical, and there wasn't even a protrusion to hold onto.

He stared at the river for a while. The current was rapid, but the river was deep enough and wide enough for the insect cart to pass through.

Lynn rolled up his sleeves: "Ruby, let's remove the wheels and let the worms pull the cart across the river."

"We went against the current."

...

On the other side, Joe opened his eyes.

As the spaceship crashed, he discovered a serious problem while adrift.

His leg was broken.