Mages Are Too OP

Luo Lan did not expect that it would be so easy to find out about the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

He couldn't help but continue to ask, "Where is the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan?"

"Living in the 10,000 stone abyss just south of us in the Potteries." The elf Androl shrugged and said, "I know you're all probably interested in the second beauty of the underworld, but she's really not a woman that an ordinary man can handle. The average man can stand in front of her and not turn into a drag thunder is amazing."

Dragging thunder was the otherworldly version of licking a dog.

Roland was surprised, "Second Beauty?"

"Here in the underworld, who dares to call the first beauty but the god of the underworld?" Androl spread his hands, his expression matter-of-fact.

Well, this was indeed something to be taken seriously, and Roland asked again, "Is the Ten Thousand Stone Abyss a place or a city?"

"It's a city." Androl was in the residential area, pointing to five small houses side by side in front of him, "These five stone houses are yours, in two or three days, your residence permit will be released, also please remember one thing ...... we are a city that pursues peace, even if you are powerful, don't stay in the The city will do it, or we'll have to resort to violence."

"Understood." Roland nodded.

Placing the five keys in Roland's hands, Anlor turned to leave.

Roland put his hand forward, "Here, choose one for yourself."

The Kiwis chose a random key from his hand and opened their own small stone room.

The interior was about thirty square feet, with only one floor, a pit-like contraption made of stones, and a bar of stones put together on a shelf that seemed to hold clothing.

It really was ...... barren, there was not even wood, not only was the house made of stone, but even the furniture was stone.

What was even more outrageous was that there was even less stone furniture.

A few people looked at their own houses, after which they gathered in Roland's stone house.

Leylin sighed, "These small stone houses are not as good as the temporary shelters you made out of magic, Roland. Why do we have to buy a house in a place like this, it makes no sense."

"We need to have an identity so we can move around here." Roland explained, "Our missions are long term types at a glance, and having an identity would avoid a lot of trouble."

Leylin oh-said and nodded his head to show that he understood.

There was a pop-up in the live feed at this time.

'This warrior doesn't look like he's too smart ya.'

'Berserker, dropping brains.'

'The values in the game do have an effect on some of your actions. I chose a mage in the game, with 9 points of intelligence growth, it's easy to remember things, but when I came back to reality, I don't remember things that well.''

'Of course, I'm overpowered in game power and unarmed in reality.'

'The Berserker's intelligence growth is usually only 5, and then if you turn on the resident skill of Blood Boiling, it reduces the current intelligence by another 2 points, so ...... now the Berserker's current intelligence limit won't exceed 7 even if he's a Master.''

'That's no wonder.'

Roland had now completely forgotten that he was still on live, in fact, Shuk had also forgotten.

It was normal that they would forget about it since they didn't often have a live broadcast on.

Roland thought about it and said, "We'll go gather information about the Ten Thousand Stone Abyss and about the Blood Clan later, and give you guys an unhindered communication, you have nearly thirty hours, if you have any news, contact us in the guild system, understand."

The other four indicated that they heard.

The four of them then separated.

Roland was wandering around this city, attracting a lot of attention.

It was because his clothes were too new and beautiful.

Even the local city lord usually wore a linen robe, Roland even used five ordinary clothes for five houses.

Although it was a small house, I could tell that the kind of stone house in this city was already a place where only the middle class could live.

But although many people were eyeing him, no one dared to do anything.

After all, Roland was a magician on one hand, and on the other hand, the concentration of magic power on his body was quite strong, obviously above the master level.

A magician of this level was already strong, and with a magical shield, the level of trouble far exceeded that of a warrior of the same level, and ghosts would want to antagonize such a mage.

Roland was somewhat helpless after turning around for an hour and four hours.

The information that could be gathered in the tavern was already at its limit, after all, no one in this city had gone out much, the world outside the city was too scary, it was bad that they would encounter robbers, and there were hooked messengers floating around at every turn.

If they were unlucky enough to run into one, nine times out of ten they would die outside the wilderness.

While Roland's group was wandering around the city, the Potterie's lord executed four special guests.

"Isabella, what brings you to my place?" The city lord looked at the elf woman in front of him, beaming, "You're just in time, I received some new clothes, I'll bring them out for you."

"No need." The elf female who was also wearing linen clothes, but had a beautiful face and a cold temperament waved her hand, "This time I have come on important business."

The city lord sighed, "Alright, you say."

"One of our Underworld God's billet was destroyed outside the city."

The city lord stared at it, "What kind of person is that powerful?"

"We're not sure, but we found the location of the incident based on the fluctuations left behind by the billet, and found that the person who destroyed the billet had taken all of the light feathers even." The elven woman's face grew colder, "That's going too far, and whoever dared to do that is considered a provocation to our Underworld God Cult."

The city lord was in deep thought.

"Looks like you know something?"

"There are five out-of-boundary people in our city, is it possible they did this." The city lord said thoughtfully.

"Take me to them." The elf woman raised her nice eyebrows, "May I?"

"Of course no problem, Anlor, take Isabella to the five new friends." After shouting to the outside, the lord looked at the elf woman and said expectantly, "Isabella, now that you're here, come home and have dinner when this is over. Your mother misses you and I haven't seen you in a long time, even the Underworld doesn't forbid the exchange of affection, does it."

Isabella looked at the city lord for a while and finally nodded her head slightly.

The city lord smiled, "I only tried on two outfits, the fabric is really nice, the remaining two are for you and the last one is for your mother."

At that moment, Androl came in and Isabella said slowly, "Father, would it be all right to have your mother make some dry broth?"

"No problem at all." The city lord was about to jump with joy.

Then Anlor left with Isabella, and the other three who hadn't spoken.

Leaving the city lord still giggling in the house.

After another four hours, Roland really hadn't gathered any better information, and the rumors about the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan were just that, back and forth.

The second most beautiful woman in the underworld.

Black hair, dark golden eyes.

Lives in the Ten Thousand Stone Abyss, surrounded by countless bats, and other useless information.

Looks like we need to find time to take a trip to the Ten Thousand Stone Abyss.

Honestly, Roland was trying to gather more information before going to the other side's lair.

It was too reckless to rush over there without knowing anything.

Even if the player wouldn't really die, his heart would hurt like hell if he dropped his experience just once now.

Since he couldn't gather any better information, he went back to the hut to rest, intending to brush up on the forums, only to discover that there were five people waiting in front of his house.

Androl, who was in charge of leading the way, and four religious men in black linen robes.

Roland's gaze swept over these people, in addition to Androl, there was also the Elven Beauty, and three humans with vicarious faces.

The expressions of the Elf Beauty and the other three humans did not seem too friendly.

Roland was ready to fight.

Only he still asked, "What, Sir Anrol, you brought someone here ...... to find me?"

"It was they who wanted to see you." Androl stood to the side, while sidelong, indicating that the elf woman was the rightful owner.

Roland's gaze fell on the female elf, Isabella.

"What do you want with me, pretty lady?"

"That's you!" Isabella slowly drew the sword from her waist, "You still have the smell of our messenger on you."

Roland's reaction speed was quite fast.

The other party was a religious person, said the word emissary, and was hostile.

It was reasonable to assume that the other party was a follower of the Underworld God Cult.

His own side had just gotten 'dead' a Soul Hooking Emissary, and he hadn't expected the other party to come to his door so quickly.

"The Soul Hooking Emissary wants to drag away my soul." Roland slowly backed up, the robe on his body began to slowly bulge, and after five steps back, his robe was already fluttering loudly, "Does that mean I can't defend myself properly?"

Hearing Roland's retort, Isabella felt her body stiffen a little.

She was not shocked by Roland's words, but by this terrifying magic power of Roland.

The Soul Seducer had a weakness, even if you were not a professional, if you closed your eyes and then emptied your mind when you encountered the Soul Seducer, you could easily be immune to the Soul Seducer's spirit spells.

At the same time, if you take a long weapon and swing it randomly, you can easily kill the Soul Seducer.

This weakness is known to many, but not many people in the entire underworld would dare to 'kill' the Soul Seducer, after all, this is the underworld god's territory.

At any rate, she had to be given some face.

However, now, the Soul Hooking Emissary had been killed by another one, even the light feathers were taken away.

She thought that Roland had only taken out the Soul Hooking Envoy by coincidence, but when she saw this terrifying magic power of the other party, she knew that she had kicked the iron plate.

"Are you trying to start a war with our Underworld God Cult?" Isabella snapped, "Facing us, and you're all generating murderous intent?"

Roland snickered, "You've dialed your sword, and you won't allow me to make some preparations?"

He had already decided that if the other party dared to do anything, he would just fire off a small fireball spell and blow up the vicinity.

But anyone who believed in religion was rather paranoid.

The fact that he and the others had gotten rid of a Soul Hooker, to outsiders, it was just self-defense and should be fine.

But to the religious people, this was wrong.

God wants to kill you, and you dare to resist?

Why don't you lie down and wait for Feng to get stabbed?

Looking at Roland's appearance, the three humans behind Isabella immediately spread out and surrounded the former in a pint shape.