Mages Are Too OP

A bloody old man in his twilight years.

One is a young man with a whole body of fruit and fine, tender flesh.

Roland has read a lot about religion, and of course there is a lot of gossip. I've heard of a priest of a certain religion who especially likes little boys. And Roland thinks he's only seventeen years old, and in that old man's eyes, he's also a little boy?

With this in mind, he felt that the back of his teeth was rising in pain, and then began to be alert, jumping backwards, and the sacrificial table was separated between the two, which made him feel much more comfortable with the obstacles.

Probably the reason for the passing of the negative effects of the resurrection statute of limitations, Roland felt much more comfortable, blocking his critical areas with one hand and then looking at each other with a burning eye.

In the real world, if he meets such an old man, he is not weak at all. As long as the other party dares to act a little wrong, he directly punches the other party in the teeth. But now he's in a fairly realistic game with a priest of the Temple of Life.

Unlike the big stomach poop in reality, who cares about the little boy's kidney deficiency priest all day, he can't order spells in the game, who dares to call himself a priest.

When Falken smiled at the young man across the street, perhaps his own steady temperament played a role. The young man across the street looked much better. On this occasion, Falken raised his hand and pointed at the young man's forehead.

Roland had put some guard down, but did not expect the other party to release the magic without a word. He saw a green light sphere striking himself, not very fast. Roland rushed to the side, but the light sphere had some tracking power, turned a bend, hit Roland's forehead, and then deformed like jelly, penetrated his skin, penetrated his skull, and drilled into his brain.

Roland thought he was going to kill himself. After all, the player was killed by NPC. It's not a rare thing. He thought he was going to go through another head explosion, but he didn't think it was going to hurt slightly for a few seconds, so he didn't feel anything.

“Young man, I think you can understand me now. ”

A gentle voice came from across the street. It's not any language Roland knows, but at this point he understands what they mean.

Roland stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, stroking his forehead and taking a breath of air, he said: "Do you know the language? Old man, wait, let me put my clothes on. ”

Even if this pastor teacher across the street doesn't have a hobby for that, Roland doesn't like to show his body naked. He quickly found the option 'Pick up the remains' in the system prompt and clicked OK.

Roland's previous headless body, in just a few seconds, turned into countless little white squares, pulled into a beautiful light belt, flew into Roland's body, and those splattered brains and blood became smaller pieces of light, and flew into his body.

Not only is the sight beautiful, but the whole church is back the way it was, but the blood and brains on Falkan's clothes are gone.

The whole environment, suddenly changed from a dreadful slaughterhouse to a quiet and peaceful chapel.

Roland's consciousness was prompted by the system that you recovered your ‘remains’, recovered 50% of the experience lost due to death, and retrieved a value of 0.

Since Roland was‘ born ’shortly after, his head was blown back by magic, and he had not gained any person experience, it was not possible naturally to retrieve any person experience.

When all these white squares of light returned to Roland's body, he had an extra set of clothes, the set of taupe linen he was wearing in front of him.

With his clothes on, Roland let go of his vain heart, and he nodded to the other person and said, “Old man, please, how long does this linguistic magic last? ”

“About three hours.” Falkan's voice carries the old man's idiosyncrasies of weakness and dullness, and he thinks the other side should be the Golden Son of the Oracle, and he hasn't run away: “If I were younger, I could last more than five hours. ”

Most elderly people like to miss their great achievements when they were younger, an old man who, although a priest and NPC, is no exception. Laughing in Roland's heart, he said on his face, “My name is Roland, what's your name? ”

“Falcon! ”

After saying his name, Falkan measured each other's young people with his old eyes. From the dialogue and behavior just now, the other party does not seem to understand any etiquette, but there is a strange characteristic on the body that makes people feel that this is how they speak, without any ingredients of impoliteness.

Although Falkan was a priest, an elderly man, and a mercenary for two years when he was young, in the eyes of the average man, he was not only a high professional, but also a priest who saved the world. But in essence, Falken is still just a little bit of an extraordinary human being who has lost his source of information since he settled here.

Often intelligence is not just intelligence, it can become knowledge.

Loss of intelligence, hiding in a small town, is actually a disguised loss of knowledge. Falken is well aware that, over the decades, he has not made any progress at all, but has regressed a lot.

But he didn't regret nailing the glory of the goddess in this town, which is something he's most proud of.

The Golden Son, who seemed to speak well, did not know what was going on inside. However, the other party can resurrect from the Goddess's sacrificial platform, and should be closer to the Goddess.

“Lord Roland, you must be the son of gold, right?” Falken asked carefully, "Before you understand the heartfelt nature of this young man, be careful with everything:“ A few days ago, the goddess sent down the message that you would come from outside to live with us. ”

So this is how the player is set up in the game? Roland finds some novelty… In most games, players are set up as saviors, or other powerful special characters, but are considered a foreign race, for the first time.

But think about it, half a million players… there can't be half a million saviors.

Roland nodded: “I should be the Golden Son of your mouth, indeed from the outside world... Old man, can I ask you a question? ”

"Falkan smiled. ”

“Where am I?” Roland looks around: “I know this is the church of the Goddess of Life, but what I want to know is where we are now. ”

Falcon turned to push open the wooden door and the morning sun poured into the church like orange running water, bright and warm.

He bathed in the sun as if he had an aperture and turned to smile at Roland.

“Welcome to Red Earth Town! ”