Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

Lynn squatted down and touched the ground with his palm.

The sand was still damp from the rain, but the temperature underneath was still very high; sitting on it might be uncomfortable.

He doesn't have the skill to chop a tree with his crotch.

Moreover, he tried to slide a step.

This simply won't work. The friction is too great, and you can't get any speed at all. If you're trying to travel in this posture, you might as well just walk.

Lynn shook her head

The terrain where he was located was a gentle slope, and the wind was blowing from east to west, creating a strong sandstorm. If the terrain and the force of the sandstorm could be utilized, there might be a more efficient way to mitigate the impact.

As Lynn ran and thought, a cluster of dry, spiky balls with filamentous roots came into his view.

Tumbleweed?

Lynn stared at the creature floating in the air, seemingly without anything to hold onto, and paused for a moment.

And it wasn't just one plant, but several.

They were pushed and rolled on the slope by the sandstorm, their roots spreading out loosely. Their roots were very long, all woody, and their thickness and color were somewhat similar to those of the Edranor grass. They looked unremarkable, but their texture was surprisingly good.

Lynn reached out and tugged at the roots of one of the plants. They were strong, soft, and resilient; even bending his fingers to their limit didn't break them.

The panel is nothing special. The magic content is pitifully low, so symbiosis with such a large creature that doesn't offer any magic bonus is really not worthwhile.

But its size and growth pattern are the most useful weapons right now.

Since the sandstorm is still here and the wind is strong enough, why not hitch a ride? Just like these things that can roll away with the wind?

Lynn acted immediately.

He pulled several tumbleweeds down from the air and held them in his arms.

"Vines entwine, vines entwine!"

He urged the vines to entwine again, firmly securing himself to these enormous plants.

The vines wrapped around the chest, waist, and thighs, and tied several knots behind the back.

After doing all this,

Lynn took a deep breath and lay down sideways on the ground.

When he needed shock absorption, Lynn's body sprouted blue algae.

After a few seconds, a gust of wind blew, and the tumbleweeds began to sprout seeds sparsely. Lynn's body also began to tremble, and then he was suddenly lifted off the ground.

The front became the side, and the side became the back.

He looked like a sausage coated in breadcrumbs, rolling around on the sand.

The scalding sand hit his back and shoulders through his clothes, and he only needed to use a hard object to support the bottom so that he could turn into a wheel with himself as the center.

Efficiency has been greatly improved.

However, this field of vision is not a human field of vision.

I feel a little dizzy.

Fortunately, Lynn's agility attribute is high enough.

He has good physical coordination and was able to adapt quickly to such a dizzying environment.

With each turn, his view was reversed. The distant battlefield appeared and disappeared in that view.

Through his eyelashes covered in sand, Lynn could briefly catch a glimpse of those few figures still desperately trying to hold on, even when he turned to face them.

"If you don't want to be blacklisted, you'd better hurry up."

He gritted his teeth during the tumbling moments, urging the vines to constantly adjust the angle as they wrapped around him.

The vines stretched out, seeking support in the sand. They veered a few degrees, circled around a boulder half-buried in the sand, and began to accelerate down the slope.

Lynn's own weight, the buoyancy of the tumbleweed, and the slope of the downhill all combined to make him roll faster and faster.

take off!

……

The rain gradually lessened in places far from the river, until only a few scattered drops remained.

The temperature was too high, the ground was too hot, and the sandstorm was still raging, which created a spectacular sight.

The raindrops evaporated completely before they even touched the sand, and the water vapor recondensed in mid-air, forming a trail like a banner hanging at the bottom of the clouds.

Lynn, enveloped in blue algae and sweat-mimicking insects, suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body.

However, Lynn didn't have time to admire the beautiful scenery.

The sweat bugs tightened slightly on his body, helping Lynn regulate his body temperature with their huge surface area, but the wet and hot feeling still lingered.

He stretched out his hand, which had been controlling the vines crawling on the ground, and silently recited:

"The temperature is dropping."

A thin layer of ice spread along the vines.

That's more like it.

Lynn blinked

Now that the temperature issue is resolved, it should be able to go even faster, right?

That's it!

With the help of vines and the wind, it spins at full speed!

...

In the distance, the five worms were fighting against five wizard apprentices.

The group, back to back, spoke, panting heavily.

"Sefir, we'll give you a chance to use your family's magic. We can't delay any longer."

"Yes, Esme and Campbell have both fallen ill. If this drags on any longer, we'll be too..."

"Oh, okay, okay!" Sephir quickly replied.

Sefir was a newcomer with zero adventure experience, and his teammates didn't have much experience either, so no one blamed Sefir for not making a decisive move when the sandworm first appeared.

In fact, the group had encountered a sand worm attack before.

At that time, a fully modified and physically strong alchemy academy apprentice came to their aid, and with the help of "a dog and a man," they successfully overcame the difficulties.

But this time is different. This time there is no outside help, and the number of worms has doubled.

Their well-equipped squad, under normal circumstances, would have no problem dealing with an ordinary, low-speed, level three wizard apprentice-level creature.

Unfortunately, they encountered not a single elite monster, but five sand worms, strong-bodied first-level wizard apprentice-level creatures that were somewhere between elites and trash.

These worms are robust and resistant to drought and heat.

They thrived in this magically disturbed sandy land.

As magical beings, they could sense abnormal fluctuations in magical power, and they all reacted when they saw Sephir gathering his strength.

And, coincidentally, they have remote means.

The worms sprayed out clumps of sand from their mouths with a force comparable to a small catapult.

His companions did their best to block most of the attacks, but occasionally, due to a mistake in their magic output, hard sand leaked through and precisely interrupted Sephir's spellcasting.

"Watch out, Sephiroth!"

The spell overload reaction caused Sephir to clutch his head, and the spell in his hand was instantly interrupted.

"Sefir, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I can try again!"

In such a critical moment, no amount of comforting words will help.

The best solution is to stand back with your teammates and complete your task.

The group rallied, their gazes resolute.

If Sephir uses that spell, they will have a chance to turn the tide.

...

However, things didn't go as planned.

Just then, a tremor came from the ground.

Three more worms emerged from the sand.

Sephir's face looked like he was about to cry.

Why! She couldn't be any faster!

Why couldn't she just kill some of them immediately...?

If only I had known this would be the outcome sooner.

...

But it's a pity.

These three new sand worms have no intention of talking about martial virtue anymore.

In an environment where magic is disrupted, everyone's spellcasting level decreases, while the worm's ranged physical attacks remain unaffected.

The spells failed, and the numbers were vastly different.

The wounded fell to the ground. The wizard apprentices had, in fact, failed.

As Sephir looked at his fallen companions and the ugly mouthparts of the worms drawing ever closer, a feeling of utter unreality washed over him.

They arrived full of confidence, with all the necessary equipment, and even prepared three contingency plans.

I never expected it to end like this.

Help me. Anyone can help me.

That's what Sephiroth thought.

The sand worm whipped its tail, sending several people flying several meters ahead. The sand was scorching hot.

But they were powerless to resist.

Could it be...?

Could it be...?

Am I really going to die here?

Sefir,

He closed his eyes.

The storm is grinning.

The worms began to stir, and the apprentices' morale plummeted.

It all seemed too late.

...

at this time,

A loud sound broke through the sandstorm.

The voice was clear and powerful.

"slow--!"

The worms all turned their heads in disapproval.

The apprentices all turned their heads.

Amidst the swirling dust, a clump of wild grass rolled by.

Lynn the Tumbleweed is here.