Mages Are Too OP

It's no wonder Roland is so excited to play games, who doesn't want to learn new skills easily and simply play. But the spell of the game, the difficulty of learning, was completely unexpected to him.

This is still first-degree magic, second-degree magic fails directly to the head, and Roland thought of himself a few hours ago, when he knew the language spell, the dense numbness of the node space map, the scalp tightened.

How many magic nodes do they need the practitioner to understand, cognize?

Roland returned to his bed somewhat discouraged, as the sun had slipped west and the shadows of the mountains were well covered near the thatched house, with the winds blowing and the shades shaking, and the spots of the mixed lights floating like waves.

Through the grass window, looking at the beauty of the outside, listening to the wind in his ear, the sound of the wormbirds, too natural a great mood level, Roland felt his mood gradually getting better, he stood up, went outside, picked up the wooden stick, and went back to the four profiles.

Now that the magic node doesn't move, help it get 3D space coordinates for easy memory. Beginner magicians use lower spells and need to recite them. Imagine here that the spell itself does not enhance the magic, if it is essentially just the flow of memory magic nodes?

Wouldn't it be better to replace it with coordinates?

Roland draws the coordinates on the magic node while the hole opens wide... The coordinates apply directly to the most classic XYZ axis and are distinguished by numbers. Of course, in preparation for locating each node, Roland performs a fairly precise isometric division of the four profiles.

By the time he numbered all the nodes, the sky was dark. He went back to the thatch room to rest for a while, smelled the leftovers for the afternoon, found that they didn't smell, so he continued to eat them, thinking all afternoon, his stomach was starving.

Just as he was eating dinner, he didn't notice Falcon walking up to the four profiles he had drawn. The old man carefully elaborated for a while, his old face was full of admiration: “Spell model, good detailed node narrative, even if it is the lowest grade spell, these four pictures alone can be worth ten gold coins, what a genius. ”

Falcon walked slowly back to his church with his hands behind his back, he was a priest, and although he knew it was a valuable spell model, he was not interested, just to see Roland's learning progress.

Having had dinner in a hurry, Roland returned to the profile again, using the system's own photography feature to write down four sections and nodes. After all, there is always a time limit for people's memories, but the drawings are different, and the images are exported from the virtual cabin to the mobile hard drive, so long as they are well saved and deleted, there will be no problems for decades, even for life.

“It would be nice if the system brought its own mathematical modeling software.” Roland muttered while opening the memo that came with the system and recording the data: “Test this node line first. ”

X23Y1Z56… Z55, failed.

Roland's head was cloaked and then slowed down and the memo recorded the reason for this failure: a node could not be linked to a node.

X23… Z47, Failed, Reason: Too many connecting nodes, broken Magic Line.

X23… Z11, Failed, Reason: Node connection speed too fast.

X23… Z12, Failed, Reason: A node cannot be linked to a node.

X23… Z09, Success!

Looking at an egg-like size, the orange yellow little fireball slowly floated forward and disappeared into the air, Roland squeezed his fists together and shouted out of his chest: Ha!

Soon after, however, he curtailed his excitement and then wrote down this successful node in a memo, and wrote a note: although small fireballs can be fired, they are extremely low in power and speed to create combat power.

Next, Roland tested more node lines, fewer and fewer failures, more and more successes, but the power and speed of small fireballs are unsatisfactory. Occasionally, they have good power. Looking at small blue fireballs, the surface temperature of light should be over 2,000 degrees. Unfortunately, the speed is too slow to flash, even children can barely go up, or the structure is unstable and disappears after not flying many meters.

Now, in his memo, node lines are being recorded more and more, and densely numb, several quite important nodes are gradually being marked.

The mathematical model of small-fire ballooning has been initially built, and the next step is node backlash and validation, and Roland believes that with several more experiments, he will definitely be able to find the best node line.

Many times, people can't be too blind and optimistic, and things happen when they're optimistic.

It was night, the moonlight stars were thin, and Roland was testing magic behind the church because the magic of success was generally not powerful and the flight distance was not far away, so he relaxed his guard and thought that even if the little fireball technique was stronger, it would not be strong anywhere, but just as soon as he finished connecting the new nodes, he felt that things were beyond his control.

Roland feels that his magic has been extracted in large quantities, agglomerating, spinning and shaping in front of him at an extremely rapid rate. The small fireball that was tested before, the biggest was the fist size, and the fireball in front of it, not only was blue, but it was about as big as a basin, or a little bigger.

It's not a little fireball anymore, it should be called a big fireball.

Nearly all the magic in Roland was supplied on this fireball, and as soon as it was formed, it detached from the control of the practitioner and went straight into the direction of the church itself, quickly.

Rolandon knew it was bad, he just wanted to scream, and he saw the fireball suddenly stop in the middle of the air, three times the weird increase, then collapse into a small spot, and finally make an amazing light and a huge explosion.

The sound of the explosion shocked Roland directly into his ears, and the bright light lasted less than a second, followed by countless flames erupting with a terrible explosion wave of 360 degrees without a dead end.

Roland, at least six meters away from the explosion point, was directly lifted by the air waves, flew three meters in the air before landing, and rolled five meters before stopping. He felt like he had been hit by a heavy truck. His whole body was in pain, especially his face... hot, even 10% of the pain, was very sad, like being thrown up by hot oil.

And the little tree, fifteen meters away from the blast point, was almost landed on the ground by the air waves. And the latter magic flame fell on the branches and instantly lit the little tree into a huge bunch of torches.

And the back wall of the church, it collapsed halfway.

This terrible blast, from the waist of the hill to the town of Red Earth at the foot of the hill, all woke up by this thunderous sound, yelling, baby crying, and dog barking.