Mages Are Too OP

Roland walked out of the church door as the old man with the rickets walked out, and the morning sun, though not so dazzling, had to close his eyes unconsciously in the face of the sun.

After a few seconds of waiting, Roland got used to the sun, and he opened his eyes and saw the blue sky, pure, clean, not like modern society, with a little gray in it.

Under the blue sky, a big, phosphorous lake with a few leafy black dots, a closer look found that it was a fishing boat.

Around the Great Lakes, there are lots of green tiles, red tiles, tall dwarf buildings, lots of paths in the complex where people walk, like ants in black dots.

A large blue stone bridge connects the two ends of the lake and divides the great blue lake into two pieces.

Roland stood by the rocks, breathing fresh air, listening to the sand of the leaves blown by the light wind in his ears, his heart was like washed, and after a long period of calm, he said to the old man around him: "Is this Red Earth Town? I think it's better to call it Lakeside Town. ”

Falkan's white eyebrows drowned and his emotions seemed a little lost: “That's not a good name… Lord Roland, what are you going to do next? ”

Is it a bad name or something? Roland was a little curious, but looking at Falkan's color was not so good, he didn't keep asking. Now Roland really admires the game development company, and this virtual internet tour is just too real, whether it's a scene or NPC's theological expression.

Most importantly, the game completely restores a person's senses, vision, smell, taste, touch, etc. Except that the pain is reduced to a tenth, which of course is a measure of protection for the player, after all, if the real perfect simulation is hurt, or the pain when it is killed, the full-service player, with the exception of those who are masochistic, few can survive.

After hearing the old man's query, Roland pondered for a while and said with some uncertainty, "I think it's just walking around, watching, having fun. ”

Falkon looked at Roland with amazement and his tiny old eyes widened: “Isn't it that simple, saving the world, defeating the Demons, or killing dragons to become famous and other great ideals? ”

When I heard Falkan half surprised, half toned, Roland smiled and said slowly: “I'm a very ordinary person, I don't know what you think of us… The Golden Son, that's the word, but most of us, coming to the world, really just saved up ideas for walking around, looking, playing. Perhaps our ideals will change in the future, but that is the case now. ”

It was Roland's true story, and at first he thought it was a mission, but looking at Falkon, he really couldn't think of each other as a pure NPC, which was too real after all.

Roland is not a fool, and how the game NPC should talk, and how the real person should talk, are two completely different things. Though Falken is clearly an NPC, Roland feels he is in conversation with the real person.

Talk to a gentle old man, don't ask for more empathy, but at least not too easy.

Falcon looked at Roland, and there was a strange light in his old eyes, and he'd never seen a strange human like Roland. It has an indestructible body, but the biggest ideal is to walk, look, play.

What happens if you put that power on someone else? I guess it's a long time ago to be arrogant and not know where it's going. It's just a small thing to be famous, and even to have the ambition to conquer the world feels normal.

The golden son in front of me, he just wants to walk, see, play? Few people will believe it when they say it, because it doesn't make sense. But Falkan thought he would believe that he had met a number of professionals, all of whom were extremely angry, and that the person in front of him, without a hint of anger, was clean as if he were a baby.

“There must have been no war and no killing in your former position.” Falken looked across the street at the clear eyes of the youth and sighed: “That's good. ”

“Actually, there is.” Roland shook his head helplessly: “It's just that in my country, security has always been good, singing and dancing has been smooth, and Guotai Ankang, although there have been some strange things occasionally, is far from me. ”

For Roland, that's the usual explanation. But for Falcon, it's a naked display. The fresh morning breeze blows through, blowing the old man's white robe, and he sighs for a long time: "If only I could live in your world. ”

Roland looked at the priest with interest.

Because of the university profession, he also touched the so-called intelligent AI, the famous Alpha Pig, which he naturally didn't have a chance to see, but the intelligent AI of Penguin Corp., 'Vivian', he did see several times.

Normal day-to-day conversation, 'Vivian’ did a good job of making no difference from normal people, but when it comes to deeper conversations, such as a view of life, a world view, or even lamenting things like Spring and Autumn, ‘Vivian' 's‘ intelligence ’is obviously not enough, and it answers very rigidly and has a very mechanical hard feeling.

But the old man in front of him, whether it's the tone of the conversation, even sadness, envy and other emotions, is no different than the normal person.

Roland doesn't think Penguin Corp. 's Little Vi can do that. And according to the set official website of the explosion, this game world, the number of intelligent life is more than 15 billion, every intelligent NPC is the same as real people.

What kind of black technology did the penguin company famous for its mountain villages develop, Horror Russ?

Before entering the game, Roland doesn't believe in this kind of publicity. Gaming companies, they always exaggerate their products. But looking at this old man named Falkan, he believed, and he could imagine how wonderful the world would be if all the other NPCs were like that, with their own personalities and souls.

The real landscape, coupled with the perfectly realistic NPC, makes Roland feel like he's been cooling down the heart of the game for a long time and seems to be on fire again.

He slapped himself in the thigh and turned his head and asked, "Old Falkan, the nearest big city to here, how do you get there? ”

Falken was astonished and a strange enthusiasm suddenly erupted when he had been a calm young man. The other person's eyes were still clear, except for the sparkling light in their eyes.

“Walk along the west road and if you walk, you'll see Derbonne in about four hours.” The Falkan tone subsided, then continued: “When you go to Del Bon City, it's best not to leave the avenue, there's a mountain road on the outskirts of Red Earth Town, there's a maple forest on the side of the road, and there's a lot of giant spiders in there, and they don't usually come to our human territory on their own, but if they're really hungry, they also prey on humans. ”

“Old man, thanks. ”

Roland waved his hand against Falcon and walked down the gray white hillside stone steps. The morning sun was bright as orange and the mountain breeze as a veil, and as he slowly walked down, the town seemed to have a real noise, which also reached his ears.

Roland wanted to open his arms and embrace the blue sky clouds, but that was too middle-second.

He just whispered, gently:

Frank World, I'm coming.