Mages Are Too OP

The wise demon stood up almost intact.

And Roland became a human stick, still lying on the sand.

It looked as if it was a victory for the Wisdom Demon Statue.

The legendary elders in the city walls who were watching this scene nodded their heads rather proudly. This was the masterpiece of their Space Magic Tower.

Powerful, resilient, and possessing the wisdom of a magic statue.

He then frowned as he realized that the four squares of the Sons of Gold were cheering.

"Are these people in trouble?" This legendary mage's expression was extremely confused: "It's obvious that the magic statue is not a problem at all, but your Roland has already consumed a large amount of magic power."

Unlike his perspective, but there was such a thing as a blood bar in the eyes of the players.

In their eyes, the Wisdom Demon Statue looked fine on the surface, but it had already lost four percent of its blood.

Roland alone had done what barely four thousand of them could do, which was more proof that the demon statue wasn't invincible.

Wasn't this something to cheer about?

The legendary mage was puzzled, then he shook his head, "Roland should be able to stand up again, but what's the point of that?"

He had fought Roland and knew that as long as there was still magic power, the former's elemental avatar could regenerate infinitely.

Sure enough ...... a few seconds later, the stone giant that Roland had transformed into re-grew its arms and legs at an extremely fast speed.

In less than six seconds of the intelligent demon statue climbing up, Roland also regained his footing.

"Come again!"

Roland looked excited, the blows just now felt quite comfortable and made him extremely aroused.

He rushed over again, but this time the wise demon statue reacted and drew out the huge sword behind his own back for a horizontal slash.

The wind of the sword pressed in with the bronze and fine gold long sword, Roland subconsciously tilted his body back and the long sword slashed through his chest, cutting a long scar.

At the same time stone dust was spattered everywhere.

Roland didn't feel pain, there was no pain in the elemental avatar mode.

But these large amounts of stone dust peeled off from its body were essentially its magical power.

Losing magic power would feel a bit uncomfortable.

Since the other party was on weapons, Roland was not willing to be weak.

The fourteen-meter long rocky miao blade came out in his inside 'long', taking advantage of the gap of retreating, that is, retreating upward slashing.

At this time, the Wisdom Demon Statue just happened to bring the sword up with both hands, and the empty door of both hands was wide open.

The uplifted Miao blade cut directly at the devil statue's armpit.

'Ba' sounded and the Miao Blade snapped.

Rocks flew.

Roland borrowed the momentum to retreat with the broken blade, and in less than two seconds as he retreated, the broken Miao Knife grew back again.

And the body of the wise demon statue moved slightly, receiving no sign of damage to the appearance of the armpit.

"Hmph, you still won't give up. A devil statue made of fine gold, how could you find a weakness so easily." The legendary mage on the city wall sneered.

Only his expression was suddenly more confused.

Because he noticed that the Sons of Gold on the far side of the city wall were actually cheering out.

"What's wrong with them?"

Obviously the magic statue was not a problem at all, but listening to the screams of the players, this legendary mage who stayed behind to monitor the battle, somehow had a bad feeling about it.

In fact, the players were cheering because they saw that Roland's attack had directly interrupted one percent of the Wisdom Demon Statue's blood volume.

This was a tremendous progress.

Previously, Roland's flying kick, leg whip, and two-handed whack on the human dog's head had only knocked off four percent of the opponent's blood volume, but now, this uppercut, cutting to the armpit, actually directly hit four percent of the blood volume.

What is this not a weakness?

"Make a note that the armpit is most likely the weak point of all the demon statues."

The various grand presidents said to the people beside them.

Most players had the habit of planning ahead.

They didn't dare to guarantee that they wouldn't encounter similar demon image enemies in their future gaming careers.

There was ready-made battle information at the moment, so naturally, they had to take note of it.

Back to the combat side, after Roland hit the demon statue with an uplifting slash that made its body shake slightly, he was trying to catch up with it while he was winning, but his opponent's eyes suddenly narrowed and his pupils actually shot out red beams of light, directly hitting him in the chest.

After a rumbling explosion, the statue man flew backwards several meters and fell to the ground.

The chest had collapsed and a large hole appeared in front and back.

As soon as Roland stood up, the demon statue pounced on him, and his hand came down, and the bronze sword struck down directly from Roland's midsection.

Half a second later, the stone statue man split into two halves, rumbled around, and fell onto the sandy ground, raising a good high cloud of dust.

The soul in the wisdom statue, who had already gotten Roland's information before, knew very well that the elemental avatar would not die.

As long as there was still magic power.

So he stepped forward two steps and stepped on the left half of Roland's body.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at this.

Then the magic statue tried to step on the right half of Roland's body again.

At this time, the sand grains on the ground suddenly spewed up, directly covering the wisdom of the demon statue on one side and creating a large dust cloud on the other.

The devil statue didn't observe things with its eyesight, but with its mental power.

The normal sand and dust could not interfere with his 'sight'.

But this sand and dust was also set off by Roland using his magic power, and it contained a large amount of mental power in itself.

Therefore, in the eyes of the magic statue, this sand and dust was actually like a ball of cotton, although it was not lethal, it could obstruct his vision.

As soon as he couldn't see, he subconsciously took a step back.

At this moment, a small dwarf less than twelve meters suddenly emerged from the sand and dust, rushed to the front of the devil statue, bent down and grabbed the devil statue's legs, that is, with a forceful lift.

The huge devil statue was directly overturned by the little stone man, raising a big piece of dust.

Then the small stone man turned around and ran, although not as big as before, but ran so fast that in less than a moment he arrived before the player's square.

He threw a few dimensional anchor scrolls backwards, limiting the statue's ability to teleport through space.

At the same time Roland shouted, "Retreat, retreat, all retreat, I don't have much magic left."

The players reacted at once and ran after Roland.

It was obviously a retreat of 4,000 people, but the process of leaving was quite orderly and disciplined.

The formation was still well maintained.

In this situation, if the other armies had seen it, they would not have dared to chase them down at will.

They knew very well that this kind of orderly retreat was too rare on the battlefield.

There had to be a large number of Hundred Battle Elite soldiers in the ranks to stabilize the troops and give orders before they could barely do so.

Roland rushed to the outside of the compound and scattered the stone avatars.

It was only just inside, the bald Wright of the Fatty Hunters Guild rushed up, he grabbed Roland's hands and shook them vigorously, his eyes filled with fervor: "Brother, boss, big brother ...... Please, cooperate with me, let's shoot an exotic version of OOman vs Gullit. "

Roland: ??

It took more than four minutes for the next few males to calm down the cat chubby Wright.

Sitting at the round table, Wright coughed softly, "I'm sorry, I was just so excited, and I confess, my hobby is special effects theater, so laugh if you like."

No one laughed.

All the adults in the room were adults, and took when they could laugh and when they couldn't, quite accurately.

Besides, it's not a big deal if you like special features and are crazy about them, who doesn't have a hobby.

Seeing that no one was laughing at him, Wright was relieved, and he continued, "We've just seen the situation, the intelligent demon statue has weaknesses, so Roland big brother, did you find anything in the process of fighting the demon statue?"

"Well, if I must say, it just doesn't feel right!"

The crowd was dumbfounded, is there any such thing as hand-to-hand for this beating and beating?

"How to describe it?" Roland thought for a moment and explained, "It's like, you want to eat dry fried peanuts, but you get sun-dried peanuts instead?"

Everyone was a little speechless, and Wright asked, "What's the difference between how you describe ...... them?"

"The first one is dry and hard and tasty, and the other one is dry and hard too, but it will still be a little soft to bite."

With such an explanation, everyone understood.

What Roland meant was that this magic statue was still a bit 'watery' and not dry enough.

In other words, the materials used to make this devil statue might have hidden dangers and flaws.

"We can slowly grind this demon statue to death, I found out that he doesn't have auto-repair technology! When the time comes, I'll be the main output and you guys will scrounge blood."

The crowd's eyes lit up.

"I see." Wright nodded, "We'll make a stone thrower ...... This point will be left to our Cat Fatty Guild, and we'll show them what long-range fire coverage is all about. Hit it with white marks all over its body. Slowly wear down its blood volume."

A guild president asked, "And what can the rest of us do?"

"At night, organize patrols, I suspect someone will come and steal the house!"

The expressions of the public presidents were quite interesting.

Surprise, or disbelief.

There was even a faint mockery on one face.

"They don't dare to come out at all." This male chairman smiled, "White maggot warlocks are too much of a deterrent, besides, so what if they steal our station, the worst we can do is change our stronghold."

Roland spread his hands, "But a large number of players might needlessly sacrifice, lose a lot of experience points, or downgrade. So isn't it good to be prepared in advance?"

"Roland big brother, you're a lone wolf player, you have no idea what it's like to manage a guild for a few hundred points, orders aren't given lightly, everything has to be decided for the right reasons." This public chairman continued, "Besides, so what if they steal home, we may not have the power to fight."

Sensing the other party's faint hostility, Roland shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly.

Good words were not advised to the dead.

He was just making a suggestion, whether the other party accepted it or not, that was their business.

"So what are our chances of winning?" The fat kitten asked.

Roland thought for a moment, "I think it's a hundred percent. The mission is just for us to destroy the space magic tower, it's not like there's a time limit. Ten days won't work, we'll just have six months, I don't count the Space Magic Tower being able to fight a long battle with us."

The public chairman crowd all laughed.

They felt that Roland was quite reasonable.

Of course, words were just words, not many players were willing to spend half a year with a space magic tower.

Naturally, the sooner the mission was completed, the better.

Roland thought about it and asked, "By the way, when I was reading the battle report earlier, I saw that you have already moved most of the cat people out, is there a Maro Martha in there."

"What do you want to do?" A certain public chairman was laughing just now, and now he immediately changed his face: "Maro is all of us, not just you?"

Roland gave a confused expression.

Someone next to him immediately explained, "This person is a heavy cat slave and especially likes black cats, so you understand."

Oh, I see.

Understood understood.

Roland's first girlfriend was also a heavy cat slave, and he understood how obsessed these people were with cats.

So he finally understood why this player had just been hostile to him.

The sentiment turned out to be 'cat jealousy'.

"Maro Martha took her clan thirty kilometers to the back and found a small oasis to stay in." The female guild player next to her explained, "If you want to find them, just follow the north and go straight there, you can fly anyway, you should be there soon."

Roland nodded and went out of the command post.

When he left, a heated discussion started in the command post, and the matter of whether to organize a large number of men for patrol and defense was on the agenda.

And Roland flew in the air, and soon found the oasis where Maro Martha was.

When he descended, he saw cat people all over the oasis, lazily near the oasis, sleeping on the sand sandy sun.

It was too hot for the actual sun, so he rolled over a few times and rolled into the shade to stay later.

Maro Martha leans against the tree trunk and yawns.

She 'combs' her face with her hands every now and then.

When the Cat People are in a fugue state, they all unconsciously do cat acts that are engraved deep in their DNA.

The Catfolk were doing well now, even if they were staying here in the Oasis, they had something to eat.

The Sons of Gold have organized a large donation of supplies for them to live on.

There was no problem in letting the entire Cat People clan live for two or three months.

When Roland landed, the ho-hum magic fluctuation scared Maro Martha into jumping.

But after seeing that it was Roland, she was relieved.

She waited for Roland to land in front of her and smiled, "Long time no see, Sir Roland."

"It has indeed been a while." Roland responded with a smile.

"Did you come here specifically to find me?"

Marmosa and Roland had spent some time together, and Short Jane he was a man who didn't like to beat around the bush, so she just asked the other man what he was doing and didn't say anything so vapid.

"Yes." Roland nodded, "Marilyn misses you and worries about you, she asked if you would like to go live with her in the Red Magic Tower."

"I'd like to," Maro Martha's face was full of frustration, she looked around at the cat people, "But I have to give them responsibility."

That was true.

Roland looked at the cat people lazily sunning themselves nearby.

Now it looked like the cat people were quiet, but the race was curious enough to make themselves a minority, and I guess the cat people were the only ones in the world.

Like right now, a few of the cat people hadn't wanted to go to sleep, instead they were looking at Roland and Maro Martha with very curious eyes.

"That's a bit of a shame." Roland sighed and shook his head.

"If they had a safe place to stay ......" the cat-man's eyes suddenly brightened, "Roland, didn't you say last time that your friend was building a city? A city dominated by the Sons of Gold, can we Cat People move there?"