Mages Are Too OP

Roland was inspecting the magic canoe.

The group of miscellaneous and a few magic apprentices who were in charge of driving and maintaining this group of canoes, followed Roland's rear with trepidation.

Andonara, on the other hand, took Roland's arm and pointed rather happily at the slanted hole that ran through the entire canoe: "I tried to shoot this thing down at the time, but a shot was thrown and a hole came out ...... I thought I could puncture it."

"Next time you throw a gun at a large object or building, make the head flatter and make a cross groove in it to increase the rotational speed of the gun after it's thrown, it will drastically increase the tearing ability, and the destructive ability for large objects will skyrocket."

Andonara's eyes lit up, "Roland, you know so much."

"It's just common sense." Roland waved his hand, "Why don't I help you study the battle system of the Great Swordsman and the Brave in the future."

Andonara nodded her head repeatedly, happy.

Generally speaking, the warrior system, although discriminated against by the caster's inner circle, and they knew this, but if it came to fighting ability, they would all say: the caster knows nothing about frontal combat, they only know how to put magic from a distance, they don't have courage, they don't know what power is.

It's a form of self-professional affirmation and protection.

Subconsciously assuming that others don't know what they're good at, to ensure their authority in that area.

But Andonara was different.

She knew that Roland was very knowledgeable, although he didn't know much about the common sense of the world because of the bit.

But that kind of scholarly temperament, and the way of thinking that only scholars had, she could still understand it.

After all, there were many scholars raised in the palace, and she had been in contact with these people and knew some of the outward appearances of such people.

Roland, on the other hand, was more scholarly than all the scholars she had come in contact with.

And almost all of his time was spent on studying magic and reading books about this world.

Now he knew more and more about this world.

Even many palace scholars were no match for him in terms of common sense.

What made Andonara's heart break even more was the speed of Roland's progress in magic.

Ever since she became a legendary great swordsman, she looked at anyone who was a tag-team sellout.

It wasn't that she was proud of herself, it was just the way it was.

Aside from the two angels who had descended from God, or the World Tree, there really wasn't anyone in the world who could pose much of a threat to her.

If she had to find someone who could make her 'afraid', it would be Roland.

As a vine type of woman, she had identified him now.

Another reason was that she had seen Roland's terrifying rate of progress.

At the time she became a legend, she thought he was so weak.

But now, he was able to give her a feeling of being strong.

If she continued like this, in less than five years, she thought Roland would definitely be able to catch up to her.

And Roland's ability to grow so fast had nothing to do with his scholarly sense.

Researching, thinking, researching, thinking again, experimenting again and again, searching for the truth of magic.

Many people have no actual impression of the substance of seriousness and hard work as just a term.

But as a pillow, Andonara was aware of how hard Roland was working.

It didn't seem strange that the Son of Gold didn't have to sleep, that he didn't have to rest.

But he had almost no interest in parties, socializing either.

Time was devoted almost entirely to studying magic and learning.

Because he was too worried about Roland's physical and mental health, the always shy Andonara had become 'bold', and from time to time, she took the initiative to find an opportunity to pull him to get tired of her, which was really a worry for him.

In the eyes of Andonara, her man is very smart, very knowledgeable, and he can do everything that others can't imagine if he wants to.

She herself was the best witness to that.

Witnessing a weak son of gold become strong at a very fast rate.

Witnessed his rise from obscurity to fame among the noble class of Hollyweird.

All of this made her believe that there was nothing that her man couldn't do.

Not to mention just helping himself to improve his fighting skills.

Roland was a little excited after inspecting the entire canoe.

He had been on this thing a few times before, and it was essentially an airborne luxury yacht.

The man, all want to have some luxurious car and yacht and so on, Roland is no exception.

Moreover, this airship contained very advanced magical concepts, and as long as he ate it through, Roland could be sure that his level of magical studies could be further advanced, and maybe some of the techniques might even be used in the construction of the floating airship.

He then gathered the handymen and magical apprentices on the ship.

"You are all captives now, and I have the right to deal with you, whether it is according to the rules of the Kingdom of Falance, or the rules of our Horeven."

Hearing these words, the nearly 100 people in front of them all looked confused and scared.

They were all just ordinary people, and those magic apprentices were just ordinary commoners.

If they were magic apprentices of noble birth, they would not be put on this canoe as hard laborers.

"Now you are given two choices, one is to remain on duty on this ship, as long as you work for a full year, I will send you home in a canoe, of course, you can also stay and continue working."

More than a hundred people were talking, like an extreme vegetable market.

After Roland waited for their voices to die down, he continued, "The other option is for you to leave on your own, of course, I will give each of you a silver coin for your passage."

Now, the discussion was even louder.

A bold magical apprentice raised his hand and said, "Your Excellency, one silver coin is not enough to get us back to the Space Magic Tower from here."

"That's your business." Roland waved his hand, "I'm already merciful by forgiving your lives and giving you your way back, how you go back next is something you have to consider."

Having done this far, Roland felt that he had been merciful.

Most of the hundred people, the majority of them, felt that Roland was very reasonable.

Easily, if they themselves were the victors, it would be strange if they didn't squeeze the value of their captives to the point of dried vegetables.

After some time to think it over, these men agreed to the first option.

They were willing to continue working on the airship.

Roland nodded and smiled in satisfaction, "You won't regret this decision, I have a magic tower under my own name, although it is still far from the magic towers of the major holy places, but I believe that it will grow to that point in less than ten years."

No one believed Roland's words except for Andonara who was filled with adoration.

On the other side, nearly five thousand players had gathered in the newly built station.

Fewer and fewer players were coming over now.

There were at least thirty thousand players who had crossed the sea either by human-powered planes or by wooden galleons.

But the only ones who had arrived safely were these five thousand.

Here, the square-shaped, ten-meter-high rocky walls hindered most prying eyes.

For the past few days, the scouting professions had entered Tebel to get a clear picture of the city.

They had also assisted Maro Martha by moving a large number of Catfolk into this compound.

And at least half of the players here, began to indulge in jerking cats.

Maro Martha, as the most beautiful and elegant black cat among the cat people, was even surrounded by more than ten times as many people.

She was uncomfortable at first, but now she was able to completely ignore the circle of golden children with enchanted faces next to her.

She wandered around the premises every day, and one day she pointed at the 300 or so male players in the corner of the premises with a rather curious expression, "I noticed that you seem to be excluding them, and you seem to be afraid of them, what's going on."

There was discrimination among the cat people as well.

But it wasn't as if they were being discriminated against, instead it was more like they weren't quite fitting in and then being feared.

Seeing this man eating a paste curry, the psychological female player who had been following the black cat's side turned green: "They're our secret weapons, the scary kind, you don't want anything to do with them!"

Maro Martha's tail swept around, the female player speaking so mysteriously, but instead she became even more curious, looking at the three hundred or so people, her eyes shining brightly.

It was in the large central room of this residency that six players held a meeting around the stone table.

They were all public presidents.

"The transfer of the cat race has been completed, the remaining cat people don't want to leave, they themselves are die-hards of the Space Magic Tower, and the news that we are going to attack the Space Magic Tower was previously spread by these cat people."

"That's normal, there are good and bad people in every race. Cat people are cute, but they're not exempt."

"Half a day ago, we had submitted a letter of war to the Spatial Magic Tower and also shouted to the people of Tebel City to tell the civilians to leave early to avoid any repercussions."

"What was the result?"

"The civilians laughed at our shouters for being idiots and then threw back some camel dung. One guy got pasted all over."

The other five male presidents had rather carried expressions.

One of them exclaimed, "So this is the Sleepy Fruit."

"In that case, in two hours, let's attack according to the scheduled plan. Three hundred White Maggot Warlocks, you'll be in command, Andrew."

The player named Andrew stood up and nodded, his expression quite serious and serious, "Don't worry, we, the Flying Guild, won't let you down."

Then he strode out of the meeting room.

Arriving at a certain outside corner of the premises, all three hundred players with a different temperament saw him and stood up.

A white light shone, and all of them were surrounded by a white maggot that was at least two meters in length.

Then, under their command, these fleshy white maggots divided into three rows of one hundred maggots each, and tilted their heads up in unison.

Fuck, it's about to start.

The players who saw this all backed up, while almost all of them put masks on themselves or put scarves around themselves.

The catgirl, Maro Martha, was wondering why these people were suddenly wearing masks as she looked left and right.

"Here's one for you." The female player held out a helping hand.

Mallomarsa shook her head, "I don't like masking my face, it's hard."

"Really don't want one? You'll regret it."

Maro Martha was stubborn: "No!"

The female player wore a playful grin, "Fine. Suit yourself!"

At this time Andrew took out a white military cap from his system backpack, the emblem of which was a bald eagle.

Then he stood upright, standing straight, like a large officer.

"What's he doing?"

"Life requires ritual," Andrew muttered, and then he held on to his white army cap.

Then, with a grimace, he bellowed.

"400 Field Artillery Battalion, angle of fire 83, yellow ammunition loaded ......"

Then he heaved downward with his right hand.

Tearing his heart out, he roared.

"Fire!"