Mages Are Too OP

Hearing Shu Ke's words, Roland took a breath: "This is the doctrine of the Light God Sect?"

"What do you think?" Shu Ke spread his hands: "Although this is not in line with the current values, in this feudal world, in the war under this system, women are one of the important resources. Especially beautiful women are scarce. Resources. From the perspective of war, as long as they are women, they must be packed and taken home."

"You actually admit such a doctrine?" Roland was quite surprised: "The Goddess of Light is also a woman, does she actually recognize this doctrine?"

Shu Ke leaned against the corner, so handsome that a woman couldn’t close her legs, with a faint sneer: "I have believed in the Goddess of Light for two years. I can hear her voice from time to time, and it’s a god of this world Somewhat understanding."

Upon hearing this, not only the other friends, but also the netizens in the live broadcast room, subconsciously forgot to send the barrage.

Seeing Roland's listening appearance, Shu Ke continued: "It can be said that the god is actually a fantasy life born from the ocean of our human spirit. She is born out of the spiritual energy of the human world...similar to the subconscious of the human aggregate Thing, and there are more than a dozen of them, what water god, fire god, thunder god!"

Roland nodded, he also guessed the gods.

"Because it is a life born from the collective consciousness of human beings, believers know everything they know, and they don't know everything that believers don't know. The so-called omniscience and omnipotence are just based on the perspective of believers." Shuke shrugged: "So... when our entire sect believes that women are war materials, what do you think the goddess would think?"

Roland shrugged, the meaning was clear.

He suddenly remembered: "I remember one time when she sacrificed spells to the goddess of magic, she also said something similar. Once you become a god, you lose your creativity. It seems that being a god is not a good thing. ."

"So for me, the Goddess of Light is just a very powerful and beautiful woman." Shu Ke gave a cynical smile: "Women are too lion-hooves, and they all say that men look at their faces, but they look more at their faces."

Roland laughed twice.

He is not a handsome guy and cannot understand Shu Ke's sorrow.

Besides, her own queen Andonara didn't look at her face.

There are always exceptions.

What they said was nothing, but in the live broadcast room, there was a tsunami.

'I got a slot, what did I hear, the goddess is just a stronger, more beautiful woman?'

'Damn, Shuai is qualified to say this, it doesn't mean that we ugly ghosts also have it.'

'You are ugly, I am not.'

'You are not ugly, you go to the paladin.'

'It's so heartbreaking...but the gods are not creative, this is an important piece of information.'

'intelligence?Information that can be used is information, and information that is not used is spam.Can you guarantee that you will meet the goddess in the future?I have counted the number of experience requirements for this game, and after the legend, it will be a terrible number.'

'The gods are always powerful.'

'In other words, if some of our players truly believe in gods, these gods will also understand the knowledge of our world?'

'Probably not, system protection or something?After all, there are blocking sentences.'

'possible!'

'Thinking about it is extremely scary, if the goddess of wisdom has learned to rub nuclear bombs with her hands...think about it.'

'Then the question is, who is the goddess of wisdom?'

'It seems to be the hidden priesthood of the Water God?'

'Water God?Oh, then don't worry.'

The netizens in the live broadcast room talked about what they had learned about the gods.

Roland and others began to inquire about intelligence.

Of course, because Roland and the true ancestor of the blood race had met in the soul space, he stayed in the room and didn't go anywhere.

Shu Ke, Li Lin and others went outside.

Ragnar is very happy now, the small caravan he brought back this time is very generous.

The front gave him three silver coins, and after finding a room for them, the other party gave him five silver coins as an agency fee.

He gave two of them to his'orc sister', and he took the other three.

On the way home, he exchanged one of the silver coins for 94 copper coins. Recently, there are fewer copper coins that can be exchanged for silver coins. He remembered that some time ago, one silver coin could be exchanged for 105 copper coins, but now there are ten less. , But prices did not seem to decrease, which made him feel distressed.

Using two copper coins for three pieces of fragrant white bread, he returned home happily.

Then two human children who were taller than him rushed over and happily held him, and the little boy in the middle hugged him for a circle.

"Let go of me, you little guy, it's too rude, I'm an elder, I can't do this." Ragnar called vigorously.

The little boy put him down in a jealousy.

"Bread for you!" Ragnar put three pieces of bread on the table.

The two children took one piece each, and the youngest girl looked at the last piece of white bread left on the table. She asked carefully, "Father, have you eaten it?"

"I've eaten." Ragnar took off his old linen shoes to see if there were any damages on them. Instead of looking up at his daughter, he continued: "You eat slowly, don't swallow. "

In fact, he didn't eat it at all.

He hasn't eaten from morning till now, and later he plans to eat some coarse grain skins...Although it cuts his throat and hurts his stomach, he is still full.

Because he was a dwarf, he didn't consume much energy.

Now I have a few silver coins in my hand. As long as I save some flowers, it is enough to raise the children to over ten years old, and then they can go to find a job.

Thinking of that time, Ragnar was full of expectations.

I don't have to be so tired by then.

The little girl listened to him eating, and continued to ask cautiously: "Then I will bring this piece for mother to eat, OK?"

"No." Ragnar raised his head and stared at the little girl rather unhappy: "If you dare to give it to her, don't eat it yourself."

The little girl dared not speak at once, lowered her head and ate the bread silently.

After a long while, both children finished their food.

Ragner said: "Go to sleep, and tomorrow with me to find some work you can do."

The two little guys nodded vigorously, then obediently went to the stone bed aside and slept in their clothes.

In the underworld, there is no difference between day and night.

However, people can roughly feel what time the main plane is now based on their own fatigue level and the instinct in the blood of their ancestors.

Then they sleep at the same time as the humans on the main plane.

After the two children fell asleep, Ragnar patched up his shoes, then closed the door and went out.

He bought a large black bread from a roadside stall, crossed several streets, turned a few alleys, and finally came to all the rather dark corners.

There are many beggars there, and they look like a dead wood.

Most of them are elderly people, and a small number of women.

Ragnar walked up to a black and thin woman and threw the black bread in front of her.

The woman who had been thinning into a skeleton saw the brown bread, and immediately hugged it up like a hungry dog, snarled low to the left and right, protecting her food.

The beggars around looked at the piece of brown bread, very greedy, but no one dared to grab it.

"Eat slowly, this is my daughter's pity for you." Although Ragnar is short, he is even more awkwardly short than the human woman in front of him, who is sitting much taller than him.It's just that his eyes are high at the moment: "I'm really happy that you become like this."

Hahahahaha!

Amidst laughter, Ragnar turned and left.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a group of city guards holding a piece of parchment, and asked when he saw them.

Soon a lot of people gathered next to the city guard team.

He approached to join in the fun, and found that there was a man painted on it, very much like the businessman in the small caravan that he had made a deal not long ago.

"My lord, did you paint this person offense?" Ragnar asked curiously.

"Of course, when you see this man, you must come and tell us that there is a big prize." The leader of the team held the parchment drawing paper and slowly turned around, showing the man's head on it to everyone: "This is a murderer. He tried to assassinate our Majesty the Queen. It is very vicious. Don't try to hunt him alone. It is extremely dangerous."

After the explanation, the team leader asked loudly: "Has anyone seen him?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Ragnar trembled his eyebrows, did not speak, and did not stand out.

The team leader was a little disappointed, and left with the team, ready to go to other places to ask.

Ragnar thoughtfully, he began to walk back, passing a gloomy and uninhabited alley, which was very quiet and the road he often walked. After more than ten years, he did not encounter any danger.

But not long after he walked in, he saw a man standing in the middle of the front, holding a hunting bow, staring at him like a falcon seeing its prey.

His cold sweat immediately shed.

He knew this person, and was a guard in the caravan.

Was he hit by this man when he was talking to the guard?

He turned around to escape, but saw at the entrance of the alley. I don't know when there was a black panther sitting there, like an immovable statue.

It's just that Ragnar knew that the black panther was a Warcraft, a master-level Warcraft.

A terrifying creature that can bite its own throat with just one pounce.

"Your Excellency." Ragnar quickly turned around and knelt down to the hunter in front of him without hesitation. His head knocked on the ground, and after a bang, he was sweating coldly all over: "Please don't kill me, I really didn't confess. You mean, because I am also a member of the Anti-blood League. We should be friends."

The person who stopped Ragnar was the hunter Brazil.

He sneered: "I just inquired about the Union League. Almost everyone said that this anti-blood League is a hero who is not afraid of death. After fighting with the blood race for hundreds of years, you don't look like a bonehead."

"If I was ten years ago, I must be just like you said, I am not afraid of death." Ragnar raised his head and sneered: "But it is different now. I have two children. If I die, in this city No one will take care of them, and they will starve to death. It doesn’t matter if I die by myself, and the child can’t have an accident.”

Oh?

Brazil was a little surprised. He used the guild chat system to contact Roland. After a while, he said: "Okay, you follow me, our'boss' wants to see you again."