Mages Are Too OP

He peeled in a cold drink bar with friends for over three hours, and close to noon, the four of them were out of business. Roland rode his bike, up against the afternoon sun, back home, and the first thing he had to do to get rid of the bike was just turn the air conditioner on, set the temperature to the lowest, and blow hard at himself.

When his body cools down, Roland turns on his computer and logs back into the forum, and then finds his private email address filled with text messages. Looking at the red, unread hints, Roland's face was unclear.

After taking a deep breath, he found that most of them were rewarded system prompts. At first, he thought it was a system error. He opened a few random points and found that he was indeed rewarded, not that the system was wrong, less than one forum coin, more than twenty or thirty forum coins.

In a penguin forum, a forum coin equals real money, a forum coin equals about a dollar.

All rewards are directed to a source, Roland's recently posted "Roland's Little Fireball Play Heart." He reopened the "Practitioner Communication" section and saw his post highlighted by the moderator at first sight, accompanied by "Essence Recommended" in four bold words.

He opened the post again and found that the full version was full of compliments.

“I don't even support the old man's walls, I serve the owner, 66666. Reward 2 Forum Coins as a gesture. ”

“I went to the mathematical model to decode the magic, and it hung up, and the last time the self-destruct magic node was written down, I waited for the night to go back to the game experiment. Reward 5 Forum Coins as a gesture. ”

“Little fireball technology becomes self-bombing, at first glance, plastic energy tie bomb B, we bomb B to teach successors, but I don't have a lot of money, casual meaning. Reward 2 Forum Coins as a gesture. ”

Praises like this make up the vast majority, ranging from 1 to 20 Forum Coins, and of course, there are many people who don't get rewarded, purely to see the fun.

There are also some magician players who come in and want to bring a distorted theme. Unfortunately, their acid words did not attract the attention of anyone and were soon submerged in many words of praise.

Roland went back to his forum account center, took a look at it, and helplessly flattened it… more than 50,000 whole forum coins, and the numbers were still growing, and he could exchange them for RMB, minus the handling fee, and get around 50,000 yuan.

It took him a year to save this money, and he used it to buy the game room. I didn't expect him to play a game, send a sticker, and earn the game room money back.

In other words, he was rewarded by at least thousands of people in the forum. People who can afford gameplay cabins are generally not poor. After all, 50,000 yuan a virtual gameplay cabin is not cheap.

Lorraine is naturally happy to make money, but this unintentional sense of willow turns out to be an unexpected surprise, but it makes him very delicate. He's not a professional player, he never thought about it, and he makes money from games.

Exchange the forum currency for RMB, the money will arrive soon, watch the phone prompt me to earn more than 50,000 yuan, Roland laughed, then went downstairs for lunch, riding a bike, went outside for a lap, after coming back, the mood has calmed down, the excitement of getting an extra income, has disappeared without a trace.

Then he played other games, but after going through the virtual real world, he had no interest in ordinary games. Whatever game you play is like chewing wax, even if you like it before, you don't feel anything.

He hasn't tried it in a long time and finds it so hard.

Until about 21: 45 p.m., he put on his pajamas and climbed into the virtual game compartment, watching the hatch cover close automatically, a green, but not dazzling light on the curtain. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

By the time he was sober again, he found himself back in the game, the world was still black and white, and Falken was beside him, still standing up.

Roland couldn't move either, he waited quietly, and not long later, the world was back in color, Falcon stood up, and he didn't know Roland had actually left the world once.

He turned around slowly with his back and said to Roland: "Learning magic, mastering magic, is not something that can be done overnight. I suggest you find a job in town first, save some money. When you have mastered magic, I think the money is almost saved. It will be easier to do anything with money. ”

Roland thought it was true, but he thought about it and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know your language yet, it's not easy to find a job. ”

“I can introduce you to one.” Falkan laughed, “There's a mine on the back hill of town. All you have to do is dig out the ore, no need to communicate, pack, eat well and get paid well. ”

Mining… in other games, this is indeed a way to become wealthy. But it's hard to say in this game. But besides that, he had no other means of earning a living, and Roland thought about it and eventually nodded, "That's bothering you, but I'm afraid my strength won't keep up. After all, mining is personal. ”

“Professionals are much more physically fit than the average person.” Falkan laughed: “Even the practitioner is much stronger than the average man. When I was younger, I could flip five or six guys with my bare hands. ”

Roland doesn't believe it, but he can feel it. In the game, he's obviously much stronger than he is in real life, and he's clearly just a practitioner.

Falcon led Roland toward town, passing the lakeside trail, many people greeted Falcon along the way, and he responded with great courtesy, as Roland could see, Falcon was quite popular here.

About ten minutes later, Falcon led Roland to the foot of a hill on the west side of the lake, where a cave was opened, filled with green stones, and further out, there was a large stone house, which was supposed to be a warehouse. There was a middle-aged man sitting at the door, dark-skinned, doing nothing to get down on the table and take a nap.

Falcon walked over and knocked on the old wooden table.

The middle-aged man woke up and saw Falcon, and stood up and laughed. “Yo, Master Falcon, what are you doing here? ”

“Galen, I brought someone here to help you.” Falcon pats Roland on the back: “Although a novice, I'm sure he won't let you down. ”

The middle-aged man named Galen weighed Roland for a while, with some wrinkles on his black face: “My lord, your nephew is made of fine flesh, not like dry, fat material. ”

Fall would hum and laugh, “You think he's gonna grow up here? And you don't even know who he is. You haven't been around town lately, have you? ”

Red earth town is not big. Something usually happens, and it quickly spreads throughout the town. And Galen doesn't even know Roland, and it really shouldn't.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I just got back from the next town in the morning. I'm tired of not sitting asleep. I was told that something had happened in the town, and the situation was not very clear. ”