Mages Are Too OP

By this time, there were over 20,000 players in Wetland City who had tried their best to find a way to get to the Spatial Magic Tower, but there were still a large number of players heading over to Wetland City.

After all, this was the first city that players truly owned, and almost all the guilds had chosen to set up their general headquarters here.

A large number of living players settled here and formed various industrial chains.

For example, weapon manufacturing, defense equipment manufacturing, ore transportation, magic material transportation, and so on.

The place where Morton appeared happened to be above Fatty Cat's guild residence.

The Cat Fatty guild is quite low-key, although the number of people is relatively large, more than three hundred people, but their guild purpose is happy games, and most of the guilds strive for the strongest title in the whole service, they prefer to play life occupation, the players in the guild are either scenery party, or life flash mining party.

Such a guild, of course, couldn't be high profile.

But... that didn't mean that this guild's combat power was poor.

On the contrary, the cohesiveness of this kind of guild would be much stronger than the average battle-type guild.

So when the Logistics Minister gave a loud roar, the players of Fatty Cat's guild, subconsciously threw out all the inventory they had in their hands.

When a dozen or so dimensional anchors were stacked together in the air, the magical light was extremely bright, and if Morton had just been spotted by the Cat Little Fatty Guild, then the entire city had now seen this light.

And in this glow, the unusually conspicuous dark red blood strip on top of Morton's head was as obvious as the moon in the night.

After a brief hesitation, roars of surprise sounded out almost at the same time.

Then there was the sound of a large number of weapons being sheathed.

Then more Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown out, and in less than ten seconds, there were at least nearly forty Dimensional Anchor magic effects stacked around Morton.

Because it was the same magic, it could be stacked almost infinitely.

It was like throwing dry cement powder into a reservoir non-stop.

It was getting stickier, or sturdier.

The intensity of the effects of the dimensional anchor scrolls varied, but no matter how strong they were, the effects caused by the dozen dimensional anchors before, Morton could still use his mental strength to break free, but now in a daze, more than forty dimensional anchor scrolls were thrown at him, even if he was the strongest spatial mage on the main plane, he wouldn't be able to struggle against the 'net' laid by more than forty dimensional anchor scrolls.

He looked around, and a large number of Sons of Gold were rushing over with their weapons raised and screaming.

The entire city was boiling, and excited howls resounded through the sky.

Even a strong man like Morton, seeing the streets, densely packed with people rushing towards him and many of the lightly built Sons of Gold, jumped onto the rooftops of the streets and then began to bend their bows and arrows.

In this instant, it was as if Morton had seen a sea of magical worms.

All directions were filled with oily black, dense, endless small things coming at him.

He subconsciously shuddered and roared, "Alford, you actually dare to lie to me!"

As soon as this was said, he saw countless arrows shooting at him from front and back.

It was as if heavy rain was pouring down, yet incessant.

Opening his magic shield, Morton flew upwards with great effort, and although he avoided most of the arrows, there were still at least a hundred or so that hit his shield.

He was a legend after all, and his magic shield was very strong, these hundred or so arrows did not pose any threat to him at all, and after rising to a certain level, he pointed downwards: "Fire Meteor Fall."

Huge fire meteors fell from the sky, which could be seen clearly even in daylight.

The tens of thousands of players below shouted when they saw this scene.

"Fuck, this BOSS is too ruthless, he's going to smash our homes,"

"Who can stop this meteor?"

"Shit, let him blow it up, the worst we can do is build it again, don't let the boss get away."

"Idiots at the foot of the boss run, you have the Fire Meteor's landing point."

Many players who were already in the 'landing point' of the fire meteor wanted to run outside, but there were too many players flocking to the BOSS at the same time, they couldn't retreat, so they simply greeted Morton with their best long-range attacks before they died.

Huge fire meteors trailed long tails of flame and smashed down on the ground.

All the buildings in the entire city shook.

Small mushroom clouds rose and ear-shattering explosions were heard, accompanied by huge waves of air.

At the center of the fall, at least three hundred players were directly charred in the explosion, and around a hundred more died from the waves of flame and air from the blast.

A fire meteor caused at least about four hundred square meters of a deep hole.

The pitch-black hole pit and the black smoke rising from the curl illustrated the terrifying extent of this spell.

The buildings around the deep pit collapsed in large numbers.

Such a five ring group attack spell, placed in any country, any city, could cause a huge panic.

Morton withdrew his finger and looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.

I thought to myself, seeing such and such a terrifying sight, even the Sons of Gold should be afraid.

After all, not everyone was a madman like Roland.

Then in the next second, he was locked by more arrows and magic.

Looking at the arrows that rose like black clouds, Morton's face froze, then urgently rose into the air.

Even if his magic shield was hard, he didn't want to fight hard against such a large number of loud arrows.

And these arrows were all shot by professionals, so their power was not small.

After ascending higher, only a few arrows could barely reach him.

Morton felt safer, and then to the next second, all kinds of negative magic were applied to him.

What kind of debilitating spells, lowering of stamina, energy drawing and so on.

That wasn't the end of it, at some point, a swarm of girls suddenly appeared outside the city, all of them on white horses, two of them even riding unicorns.

They waved their hands and a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, dense as a dark cloud flying over.

Seeing this scene, Morton couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

These Sons of Gold on the ground were so brave that it was a headache.

He didn't run away because they didn't seem to be able to fly and couldn't threaten him, and at the same time his legendary status made him unwilling to run away when there was no danger.

But a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, that was a different story.

"Damn." Morton finally felt that something was wrong with the situation.

He took a deep breath and began to fly outside the city, intending to leave the range of the dimensional anchor and teleport away.

However, as soon as he moved outside, many of the fast players moved with him.

They also threw Dimensional Anchor Scrolls at Morton's side from time to time.

Watching a Dimensional Anchor unfold around him, Morton felt a headache.

How come these Sons of Gold were so rich, they must have thrown almost a hundred Dimensional Anchor Scrolls before and after this.

Even if this thing was no matter how cheap it was, it would still cost one gold coin.

In other words, just by throwing the Dimensional Anchor Scrolls, these Sons of Gold had thrown away over a hundred gold coins.

Should it be so wasteful?

In fact, Morton didn't know that the vast majority of Dimensional Anchor Scrolls in the hands of the players were home-grown in the Wetlands.

Bertha hadn't learned much magic at the Red Magic Tower, but just learned the ability to make magic scrolls first hand. And it was made in large quantities at a low cost, with each Dimensional Anchor Scroll only costing around thirty silver coins.

Plus, he was the lord of Wetland City and recruited a large number of NPC men, it was too easy to build a chain of industries here.

Materials acquisition, scroll making, and selling all in one.

So as long as it was a guild, they would acquire magic scrolls from Beta, whether it was Dimensional Anchor Scrolls or Flux Language Arts, they would always keep a batch of them in the guild's warehouse.

This was also the main source of income for the governmental bodies of Wetland City.

All in all, Wetland City didn't have much else, but now it was a lot of magic scrolls.

Since they had the ability to teleport, Space Mages didn't study much about flying magic.

If you can fly, you can fly at a reasonable speed, but if you can fly fast enough, can you be as powerful as me with instantaneous movement and teleportation?

So Morton's flying speed is about eighteen meters per second.

Not slow, but not fast either.

When he saw him flying outside the outer city, the black sea of players ran after him.

As they ran, people were throwing negative magic and dimensional anchor scrolls.

But running is ultimately not as fast as flying, and soon the players on the ground will be thrown away.

Seeing that Morton was about to get out of the confines of the dimensional anchor, the players got a little anxious and shouted.

"The BOSS is going to escape, he'll definitely teleport when he's out of the range of the dimensional anchor, who has a way to restrict him."

"Damn, how come these bosses are all so good at running, the Black Angel above is like this, so is this one."

"Tie the scroll to an arrow and shoot it out."

"Good idea."

There were still brains among the players who were more flexible after all, and when they just shouted like that, there were immediately players with quick reflexes who immediately did so.

Morton was in a great mood as he saw the range of the dimensional anchor was close at hand and was about to fly out when he suddenly saw a few very different 'big-headed arrows' suddenly fly past him and then bloom into a transparent streak of light.

Several more streaks of dimensional anchor magic unfolded around Morton.

Morton was first stunned, then veins popped out of his head.

These Sons of GoldTM are sick, spending all these resources even though they want to leave themselves behind, are they crazy, or what's going on?

Is this necessary?

Just as he was annoyed, a large number of Park Teng Park Teng sounds came from behind him, he turned back and saw that it was a large number of flying summoning beasts.

At this time, he had a stifled breath in his chest, and when he saw the flying summoning beasts pouncing here, he angrily said, "Get out of here."

As he roared, a giant whirlwind took shape, 'flying' at an extremely fast speed and stirring up a wide range of air flow, directly sucking in a large group of flying creatures and strangling them into a sky of blood and flesh fragments.

There were also many players who were caught up in it and disappeared into the distance following the tornado.

Seeing that the flying summoned creatures had disappeared, Morton grunted as if he was somewhat proud of himself.

Then he turned around and continued on, he didn't believe it, he was flying in the air and couldn't get rid of the brutes running on the ground?

Just as he was thinking this, there was suddenly a strange booming sound from behind him.

He looked back, but he saw several strange wooden birds following him, these strange wooden birds had a rotating wind blade in front of their left and right wings, under the adjustment and rotation, it looked like two transparent discs.

Morton was stunned, what is this thing.

Not to mention Morton, almost all the players froze.

It wasn't surprising that the human-powered planes could keep up with Morton's flying speed, but... the players' perspective was different.

The left and right wings of these human planes were double-layered, which made the wings a bit sturdier, and even if the materials weren't quite up to snuff, it would ensure that the wings wouldn't just fall apart.

But the problem was... there was a player hanging from both the left and right lower wings there.

These players used their legs to barb the lower wings, and then in an upside-down hanging position, they drew their bows and shot arrows.

After shooting one arrow, they took another from their space backpacks.

More than a dozen planes chase after each other up and down, each with an archer hanging upside down from the left and right wings.

All sorts of linked arrows and guided arrows flew across the sky.

Hardly shooting out the momentum of an aerial MiG corridor.

"Is this the legendary human-intelligent self-targeting machine gun?"

The players were shocked.

Which guild was this player, so good at playing?

Outside the city, the Phoenix Guild's girls chased their horses after Morton, and they naturally saw the dozen or so 'combo' planes in the sky as well.

"These men are really children, it's thanks to them that they came up with this kind of playful trick."

"Men are children to the death, this game just magnifies their childishness."

While the two girls were talking, a dozen planes soon caught up with Morton and bit after him.

And Morton was constantly being shot at by two dozen archers, the magic shield behind him clanking and clanking, and although it couldn't break his defenses for the moment, it bothered him to no end.

With a roar, he turned around and fired an instant air bubble.

The planes in the back reacted extremely quickly and spread out at once, one even did a roller turn slash.

Then the two players hanging below the wing were miserable, they were like two stones on a casting rope, straightening into a straight line left and right, spinning around as the plane turned.

At the same time, they let out miserable screams that even the ground could hear clearly.

How pitiful!

Of course, there were some particular players who expressed a different opinion.

"It looks so cool, it's even better than riding in an overnight coaster, I'm so excited to try it out."

These planes spread out and flanked left and right, surrounding Morton, while there were also 'human cannons' that shot out a dimensional anchor from time to time, continuing to block Morton's ability to teleport through space.

"These crooked flies, these damn flies." Morton pointed a finger at one of the nearest human planes that flew, "The Great Crackdown."

In his mind, this kind of thing that could fly into the air must be some kind of very special magical guide.

As for why it couldn't feel magic, it should be a magic array that concealed magic power, giving this special flying magic guide the ability to sneak in for reconnaissance.

But any object that was made with magic would lose its ability to fly even if it didn't fall apart under the Great Cracking Technique.

However, to his surprise, after being hit by the Great Disintegration, the flying magic guide not only didn't fall apart, but could actually continue to fly.

Was it because the Great Disintegration Technique had failed?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a certain son of gold hanging beneath the magical guide scream in a rather frightened voice.

This person's entire magical equipment was dispersed into magical elemental particles.

It became naked.

A long fleshy maggot fluttered with the strong wind demon scratching, very magical.

And disgusting!