Mages Are Too OP

Leylin and the others were about to do it.

After all, anyone who was going to be taken away somehow would think of resisting, especially if they themselves were carrying extremely strong force.

But Roland extended his hand and stopped them.

He calmly asked the two men who clearly appeared to be enforcers, "I'm a little curious as to why we are being taken away."

"Regulations." The elven enforcers said with a cold face, "But all outsiders who have strayed here have to be registered by the city's main office."

Oh, I see.

It means something like a record of stragglers to facilitate management.

In that case, it wouldn't hurt to go and register them.

They were only here to complete their mission, there was no need to argue deadly with the violent authorities here, in case it caused hostility from the forces, then let their chances of completing their mission drop drastically, the more the merrier.

With this thought, Roland's five followed the two elves to the city's main residence.

Along the way, Roland noticed that the people here were quite haggard and did not look very good.

Firstly, the Underworld was too deadly and not very suitable for creatures to survive, and secondly, it was too barren to grow food out of.

But the good news is that some elves have strayed here, and there are even a few druids.

These plant experts cultivated a crop that could grow in the underworld, not counting the mu yield, it was about 150 kilograms, but it ripened once in March, and there was no such thing as spring, summer, autumn or winter in the underworld, so the plant could be farmed nonstop, but it fed many people.

But even so, there weren't many places where this kind of crop could be sown, so the life in the Underworld was still plagued by problems in this aspect of food.

The city's main residence wasn't big, just a small stone building that covered an area of over two hundred square meters.

All the buildings in this city were short, no more than three stories at the highest.

Upon entering the city's main residence, the orc soldiers stopped at the entrance and the elves brought the five people inside.

Due to the small size of the city hall, after going straight up to the second floor, Roland saw the others.

Another elf wearing an old robe.

The robe was made of hemp thread and was very rough.

At this time, Roland also finally knew why the others could tell at a glance that they were from the outside world.

The clothes ...... they were wearing looked too new and too nice compared to the people here.

"Please sit down." The male elf in front of him was also blonde and just as handsome as the other elves in the forest, but he was clearly not as good looking as the main location elf and even looked a bit gloomy, "Five friends down here at once, that's rare."

The male elf in front of him had a rank of LV13, quite high.

And on the way here, Roland also found out that the level of the Underworld's population was generally high, and the proportion of professionals was also high, estimated to be one tenth.

But it's normal to think about it, the environment here is harsh, so of course you need to be strong enough to survive.

In this small group, it was usually Shuk who was in charge of diplomacy, after all, High Charisma was most applicable in such a place.

"Your Excellency, are few people exiled to this place?" Shuck asked.

"There are quite a few, it's just the timing is variable, sometimes it's a few years, sometimes a few days, it's hard to tell." The male elf looked at Shuk, then his gaze fell on Roland, "You have our elven blood in you ...... We are all family, brother, can you tell me if mother is well."

Shuk shrugged his shoulders and stood to a pants.

Roland really didn't expect that the elven bloodline he had chosen in order to transfer to an elemental lord was working again.

He nodded, "Fine, all is well with the elves, but I feel more human in comparison."

The elf on the other side showed a torn look, and finally sighed, "It seems you grew up in the human world, and I don't blame you for thinking so. Now I have to ask, what are your plans next?"

"Nothing is planned at the moment, let's see what happens," Roland replied.

"You don't seem surprised, or have any hard feelings about your exile to the underworld?"

The elf looked oddly at the five men.

Their looks were too calm.

This elf was the local city lord, he was a native of the Underworld, but as an elf, even in the Underworld, he revered the World Tree just like his ancestors did. The elves couldn't break their heritage even in the Underworld due to their long lives and powerful abilities.

Of course, this had to do with the fact that it was hard for the Underworld to care about them.

Otherwise it wouldn't be hard for the god to turn them into creatures like the Zor-Elves.

The elf had been living for nearly two hundred years, registering many broken wanderers, but all of them knew they were in the underworld, and all of them were as sad as if their parents had died.

As calm as this, it was the first time he had ever seen one.

"Are we going to cry?" Roland shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "And we'll find a way to get back."

Roland didn't want to reveal that he could teleport back to the main plane.

He was afraid of making any changes that would affect his mission.

Besides, these people had lived here for so long, there was no need for him to change their way of life.

"Then register." The city lord looked at Roland, enlightened himself with a lie detector, boiled a quill with some black juice and placed it on top of the parchment, "Tell us your identity, occupation, and race."

"Roland, Wizard, race is Son of Gold."

Hearing this, the lord was visibly stunned, "Sons of Gold? What race is this? None of the bards who came down here three years ago ever said there was such a race."

"It's normal for a small race in a remote corner of the world to have never heard of it." Roland shrugged his shoulders.

There was a happy atmosphere in the live broadcast at this time.

'God damn a small race from the remote world angle, Roland is too self modest.'

'Wizards are all liars.'

'Not really a liar, the Hollavon we're in is indeed a remote world, and then the number of half a million people, what is it if it's not a small race.'

'It can't be helped, people with high intelligence always talk to hide a few points.'

'I think he just simply doesn't want to explain it to people, so that they don't ask questions.'

'It's possible! The people with high IQ generally don't want to talk to people with low IQ, because he feels it's troublesome to always have to explain, and then you say people don't have emotional intelligence ...... right, it's those nerds you call them.''

Substantial users were right, Roland was too lazy to explain that much, if not for the lie detector, he wouldn't even want to say the word 'son of gold', just human and be done with it.

The Elf City Lord sighed, "Magician ah ...... I thought you were a warlock. In the underworld, wizards have a pretty bad time."

"Will the god of the underworld hang on the wall of the faithless?"

The Elf City Lord smiled, "Indeed, so you'd better believe in just anyone, the God of the Underworld is good, not to mention beautiful, and has a good personality."

"Hanging someone's soul on the wall of the faithless, that's a good personality?" Roland was stunned, "Wait, the God of the Underworld is a woman? But I read the books, didn't they say it was of unknown gender, just a black mist?"

"How could it be! Even evil gods have bodies, how can a god of the underworld be a cloud of mist." The Elf City Lord smiled, "She's just afraid that her god body will be looked at directly and the gazer will become insane, that's why she turned into a foggy state."

Roland asked, "So, City Lord, you've never seen the God of the Underworld either?"

Probably because he identified with Roland's elven bloodline, the city lord seemed especially patient with Roland: "Never seen it, I'm too lowly to look directly at the gods."

"It seems that the God of the Underworld will appear often?"

"That's for sure." The Elf City Lord smiled happily, "This is the Underworld, her home, how could she not appear often. It's just that she doesn't pay much attention to us. Alright, the others also report their identities and occupations."

The other four reported some information about themselves.

After recording it all, the elf lord looked at Shuk, "You're a holy warrior, remember not to mess around with light magic in here, many will be uncomfortable."

"Why?"

"Many of the inhabitants who aren't professionals have more or less mixed their bodies with the elements of darkness in order to survive here due to the times adapting to survive, if you cast light divine magic, even if you see your divine light from afar, an ordinary person might not be able to handle it and might even go blind."

Shuk nodded, "I understand, I will restrain it."

"A holy warrior worthy of being known for his kindness." The Elf City Lord nodded in satisfaction, "And, you're new here, you don't have a place to stay, do you want to buy a few houses in this city to live in."

"Houses are expensive, aren't they." Roland asked. He had found out on the way to the City Hall that there weren't many houses in this city, but there weren't many people.

"Expensive for the natives here, but not for those of you who have just arrived in the Underworld." The elven city lord pointed to the fairly good quality clothes they were wearing, "With these fresh clothes on you, it's worth a medium opening house."

Roland once again saw the clothes on the Elf City Lord, linen robes.

It turned out that it wasn't that the other party was thrifty, but really didn't have any good clothes to wear.

He very neatly took out several spare sets of clothes from his spatial backpack and placed them on the tabletop, "Then it's troublesome for the city lord to help us choose five good houses."

Looking at the new clothes on the tabletop, the Elf City Lord was quite happy, "Good, you guys are good. Androl, come here, bring these five friends and go to the northern suburbs there, let them each have a far house."

The elven guard who had brought the five of Roland over earlier appeared again.

He curtsied slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Roland and the others followed them and left the city lord's house.

And the city lord watched a few people leave from the window there, then he closed the window and carried some clothes into the inner room to try them on.

And Roland and the others followed behind this elf, and after walking for a while, Roland asked, "Lord Androl, may I ask a question."

"Go ahead." He also seemed to have sensed the elven bloodline in Roland.

"Is there any bloodline in this Underworld."

"Why do you ask that question." Androl looked back at Roland curiously.

"Because this friend, who is a holy warrior, has an extreme hatred with the bloodline."

Shuk helplessly made an angry expression.

"There are some, but you'd better not mess with them." Androl continued on, while saying, "The Bloods have their true ancestors protecting them now, and no one would dare to pen against them except the Underworld."