Mages Are Too OP

Back home, opening the forum, his name was definitely discussed over and over again by a lot of posters.

And what he sent earlier, the poster about the self-destructing little fireball, was that the number of floors was over 4,000.

This is not just a matter of magicians and magicians, but also of the players involved in the whole game, and the official announcement of this wave of action really makes Roland appear in front of all the players in Frank World.

Most of the comments revolve around the point of 'where Roland is sacred’.

Because officially, the ability in the game is linked to the ability in reality, and Roland, in the video, is able to put all the magic into a little fireball, which is not what the average person can do.

Many magician players say they inject an extra 10% -30% of their magic into a single magic, more magic can't form at all, and can cause magic to regurgitate and blow their brains out.

This raises the question, what are the qualities in reality, or what kind of expertise do people have that potential in the game?

A lot of guesses, but a sticky sticker caught Roland's attention.

After clicking inside, it was found to be a video.

In the video, a one-handed sword warrior wandered among a bunch of little green leather monsters, swordlight dancing, walking dragon-like and dazzling, watching with pleasure.

And the little green monsters, who couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, were picked up one by one.

At the end of the video, the author explains that he is a disciple from outside Wudang Mountain, practicing the Sword of the Dragon from a young age is a great way to get started. In reality, with a wooden stick, he can barely flip four or five big guys, but in the game, his main body and agility are two attributes, combined with the Sword of the Dragon, his strength rises dramatically, and the NPC of the same level is not his opponent at all. Now that he can do this, someone with other abilities should be able to do the same, so Roland can inject all his magic into one magic, and he should have similar abilities.

According to his own guess, Roland should be a great jumper.

First of all, the great god of dance is also known in reality as the ‘magician’, and when the great god dances, the magician has to constantly read the scriptures, have to dance, and finally have time to perform the art of fire, it is so versatile, without enough focus, it is not possible to become a qualified 'great god of dance’.

This guess was endorsed by a group of internet friends.

Then below the post it becomes a neat queue.

‘Kneel down to Roland the Great Jumper. ’

‘Kneel down to Roland the Great Jumper. ’

See here, Roland's expression is a little green.

God damn 'the Great Jumper'... these sandcarved netizens are disgusting.

The phone rang just when Roland was getting a little upset.

“Meet me at the old place. You're all alone now. ”

You don't even have to look at your phone number, just listen to your voice and you'll know who it is.

Roland stepped on his bike to the panda box at the cold drink bar, and as soon as he entered the door, there were six people sitting and talking to each other.

When he came in, several people greeted him casually, and Roland found a place to sit himself.

Shook just sat down and said, "Okay, stop talking. I have something important to say first. ”

After everyone looked at him, Shuk said: "The holy samurai is quite high in the Light Divinity, I used my authority to get the military map of the Light Divinity and write it down. ”

Then he opens a printed drawing and lays it on his desktop.

“The seven points marked on the diagram are where we were born.” Shuck sighs: “The scale of the map is about 1: 50,000, and the seven of us are almost in different directions, and the distance between each other is frightening. ”

A few people don't understand what a map scale is, but of course they can see the size of the map, and after a few sweeps, they all frown.

“To wait for the five of us to get together, it might have to be about the monkey months.” The leanest waitress said: "And the game was extremely unfriendly to us wanderers, and I've been in jail three times. Shit, those city guards caught me when they saw me, even if I didn't steal anything else, was hatred worth this much? ”

Everyone couldn't help laughing at the complaining wait for Serray.

Probably because of his personality, in too many games, Husserley likes to use an invisible profession, or a hero, and he is indeed the best person to use that profession.

In most games, loiters can eliminate hatred by walking into the shadows and squatting invisibly, even if they are found stealing.

But this doesn't work at all in Frank World, and those NPCs are no different from real people.

Whoever stole from him, remember clearly.

Raph pushed the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "For over a month, we barely understood the basic language of life, but the biggest problem is that we have no intelligence at all, and nobles in the city, who don't know why they hate us so much, always come to our trouble. ”

Rafael's words immediately aroused the complicity of Li Lin, Husserey and the three Brazilians, who had been bullied more or less by the little nobles for more than a month.

“There's no such thing.” Roland stunned: “I was in Red Earth Town, and the mayor was also a small nobleman, and he greeted me with a special greeting. ”

Shuk nodded, “All the nobles I met were polite. ”

Everyone sees Betta eating watermelon all the time.

Betta spits out a few black seeds and says: “My setup in the game is the nobility, which can visit most powerful nobles by sending visiting posts first according to the rules. ”

Hmm... obvious difference of treatment.

“It's not fair," said the slender, tall Brazilian distressingly. Why are you starting so friendly! ”

Roland feels a little strange, too. Is there anything in common?

And he looked at Shuck, and he looked at Betta, and then he flashed in his head, and he clapped his hands, “I think I know what's going on. ”

“Say it." Li Lin was in a hurry and didn't have the guts to say it. “Don't sell Guan. ”

Roland refers to himself: "The pure impostor. ”

Then point to Shuck: "Religious people, they can do it. ”

Pointing to Beta: "Nobility, and practitioner. ”

Then he pointed at Husserley and smiled: "Thief! ”

Pointing to Li Lin: “Raging Barbarian. ”

Pointing to Raphael: "The barbarian who plays shields. ”

Finally, pointing to Brazil, I couldn't help but laugh: “The barbarian who plays bowshooting birds. ”

Four physics professionals stunned for a moment, then shouted in unison: "Secondary! ”

The context of the game is a bit like that of medieval society, where religious figures, nobles, and practitioners are symbols of cultural people in a world of ignorance and barely much cultural exchange. Those who know magic are the superior, the civilized, which is already a consensus.

And Li Lin and their physics professionals... can't even understand the conversation, not rude retards what!

Civilians may not dare say anything to the professionals, but those nobles with noses on their foreheads, faced with the physicists, are less likely to speak.

With this in mind, Li Lin and four other physics professionals showed a constipated and uncomfortable color.