Mages Are Too OP

The hillside is not far from the foot of the mountain, just over a decade. At the foot of the mountain, there was a group of people around, and they saw Roland come down, and he had a smile on his face, and there was a big old man who was drawing something bigger than an aunt in length and shape, and then all around him was laughing.

Roland felt a fever in his cheek, but he walked through the crowd calmly, and even a dozen meters away, he could still feel dozens of people staring at him behind his back.

The first experience of the game was extremely unfriendly.

If something like this happens in real life, Rolando will probably get away to work, but it's just a game... humiliation and embarrassment, but when I think of all this as NPC, I feel a lot less comfortable.

But the reaction of these people is really common sense, and the game is, as advertised, every intelligent NPC is the same as every real person.

Roland walked down the street, looking at the busy people around him, some in a hurry, some calling for merchandise, and, of course, others carrying large bags of small bags for hard work.

People here, both men and women, seem to be civilians, dressed in linen, dark-skinned, and, of course, once in a while, a young woman with white skin walks through the streets.

Roland, by contrast, is the weirdest one on the street.

Though he was also wearing a taupe-brown rookie linen coat, the fine flesh, whiter than all women, seemed to be the type that had never suffered.

As a result, when he walked all the way here, he was watched by others.

With an unusual look on his face, Roland finally walked to the Blue Stone Bridge. Previously, as he looked over the town on the hillside, he had written down the town's rough terrain and streets, so there was no need to ask for directions.

The stone bridge is very wide and straight. Walking on the bridge, on the left and right is the lake surface of the phosphor tour, with a slightly wet lake wind passing through the ear, the whole person seemed to shake with the wind.

Roland couldn't help but lie on the bridge railing and watch the wind microwave, blue as a crystal lake. At the waist of the hill, he was able to bring the whole lake into view, but now he's on the bridge of the heart of the lake, and at first glance, the lake seems to be invisible.

On a distant fishing boat, the fisherman sang a rave and pulled a net of white fish onto his boat.

Behind the bridge, three children with baskets came up, about seventy-eight years old, two men and one woman, and they had a yellow nose, dressed in patches of linen, and jumped behind Roland.

They saw Roland., pointing a finger at him, and laughing.

At this point, the magic of 'know-your-language’ is not over, and Roland understands what they're saying.

“Mom said this brother was naked all day. ”

“Grandpa said he didn't know anything. He might have a brain problem. ”

“Dad said he was trying to seduce a woman. What is seducing a woman? ”

Roland turned around and looked at the three kids helplessly.

Wow...

Seeing him turn around, the three little guys seemed shocked and ran to the other side of the bridge with the basket brushed and made a ghost face at him from afar, so proud.

The mood for the view was ruined by three bear children, and Roland clapped his hands and continued on the road. The further away the three little guys in front, they disappeared for a while.

There are donkey cars passing by occasionally on the bridge, Roland wanted to take a ride, but just think about it. After all, the donkey cars carry things that are too eye-catching, either dung buckets or all kinds of weird weird things.

Cross the bridge, get out of town and step onto a loess road. Even in linen shoes, Roland can still feel the roughness on the ground, with some stiffness. According to theory, he was accustomed to the asphalt roads of large cities, or cement roads, which should not be too far away, and he would be tired.

But oddly enough, he's been gone for almost an hour, and he hasn't felt so hard.

Maybe it's a game character thing. Roland thought of that possibility.

As we get further and further away from Red Earth Town, the surroundings become quieter and quieter. On both sides of Loess Road are the woods. When you get out of town, you can still see donkey cars passing by from time to time. But now, there are only strong mountain winds around you. From time to time, they blow through the woods and make noise. The strange noise of unknown birds rings in the empty woods, adding a few minutes of loneliness.

Climbing a mountain, the roadside is a maple forest, and here, besides the wind, there is no sound at all, not even a bug. Roland remembers that Falkon once said that this neighborhood is where giant spiders thrive.

Giant spider. How big is it? Roland is a little curious, a little curious to see, but think about it, go to the big city first, see if there are any other players, and the big city is more developed in traffic, has plenty of intelligence sources, and the job should be easier to find. Mixing there for a while, making some small money as a toll, then going to other cities is much more convenient, then contacting the best party, you can go straight there, no more trouble.

It was almost noon and the sun seemed a little hot, and Roland walked down to the shade of the road to sit down and plan to rest for a while.

It just didn't sit long, and then it seemed to hear the cry of a child, inconsistent, inaccurate.

At this time, there was no one on either side of the road and the whole area was quietly frightening. Roland looked around, except for the trees, which were colorful weeds.

He smiled softly, thinking that he was alone in a vacant and quiet environment. It was easy to create strange hallucinations. I'm sure that's how many ghost stories all came.

Back against the tree, Roland fanned with his hand, listening to the loud noise of the wind blowing through the leaves, calm and peaceful, so uncomfortable. But the next second, he jumped up and ran straight into the woods.

Because just now he heard another scream of horror, still implicit, but a little familiar, and then he remembered, an hour ago, three little guys laughed at him, and one of the little guys' voices he remembered was more jail, because it was a girl, with a sharp voice.

And these three little guys, walk in front of him.

Giant spider, kid, no way.

He rushed into the woods, not long ago, and the screams in the distance became clear. After entering this Maple Village forest, he discovered that the forest was dark, that there was not enough light, that the ground was full of rotten leaves, and that there was a strange smell of turmoil, while some of the trees seemed to have white meshes at their roots.

And at this point, the screams of the little ones fluctuate, not far ahead.

Roland stepped up his run, deep and shallow, bypassing a dozen strange maple trees at least two metres in diameter, and then appearing in front of him was the scene of his cold.

Three children climbed on tall branches, and beneath the roots, a giant spider was constantly hitting the tree. Every time it hits, the trees tremble for a little while, and the kids up there scream terribly.

How big is this spider? At least one meter and five meters high, taking into account the standing distance between the left and right limbs, at least two meters wide.

I go... Roland is an ordinary person in reality, and suddenly he sees such an exaggerated monster that his calf stomach feels uncomfortably soft.