Mages Are Too OP

“I decide? ”

Roland stunned, and now he thinks the other person is a liar is unlikely. But he was a little strange: "I remember filling out the information without leaving my phone number, only an ID card. How did you get my cell number? ”

“Well... I have some horse cannons to share with you about this.” The voice of the phone carries a strange sense of mystery: “In fact, we've already partnered with the country, and all players go through an archive search to make sure that every player is spotless before they are allowed to buy a virtual hatch. Even the files are searched, and your usual cell phone number is naturally in our data. ”

So that's what happened!

But Roland thinks it's perfectly normal that this timeless black technology, if no country stands behind it and protects itself, even the size of a penguin company, won't keep the wolves from biting. Not to mention the presence of foreign commercial espionages and the repression of certain large countries, in which private enterprises have minimal power and leaning back on the trees is the right thing to do.

No wonder there aren't many Navy Black games on the market, and if there are, they will soon be depressed.

“Now that it's up to me...” Roland sounds a bit loud and says firmly: "There's a line on the internet, children make choices, adults do! ”

Ha-ha-ha!

There was a sharp laugh in the phone, then Ma Huajun said: “I am a greedy adult, unfortunately, Ma Huajun loves to say 'no' to self-righteous people, you can only choose one. Besides, we have to consider career balance, the magician is already amazing, and if meditation has both active and passive effects, it's ridiculous. ”

I didn't expect the master plan to know how to play, and Roland thought, "What is the full effect of passive skills? ”

“Rest assured, it's a little worse than active skill, but victory works continuously. ”

“Passive effect.” Roland thought about it, said.

This was not his choice, but the fact that he had already felt the magician's spiritual power was returning slowly. And what bothers the sorcerer is not equipment, not the number of spells, but spiritual strength.

The amount of mental power, along with the speed of continuation, determines the ability of the magician to continue to fight.

And unlike normal games, equipment can be damaged and stolen. Even if you have a lot of magical equipment to respond to, a failed battle comes down, and if you don't have friends to guard your corpses or recycle your equipment, you will soon be left with nothing.

And passive spiritual response will always be your own.

“Okay, let's have a passive effect.” Ma Huajun's voice came from his phone: “So I'll hang up first, and you'll see the BUG fix announcement on the official website in a moment. ”

“Wait!” Roland yelled suddenly.

“Anything else? ”

“I just wanted to ask, are those NPCs really just AI? ”

“What do you think?” A profound voice comes from the phone: “You think NPC is NPC, you think real people, you think real people. The game is actually purposeful. ”

After the other person had spoken, the communication was suspended and Roland was not given a chance to question him.

And Roland was about to call back and found out that the caller display had turned into 11 ‘0’. It was obvious that the caller display was normal. Did he remember it wrong?

These numbers don't work at all.

What does that mean?

Shinto, I don't understand. Roland shook his head helplessly and grass finished his breakfast.

He wanted to go to the club again, but he gave up thinking that Kim Wen-wen seemed interested in his own virtual cabin.

Though he paid tuition for a year, it was only a few thousand dollars, and his current bank card already had nearly 300,000 deposits, and a little ‘waste’ would be fine.

If you don't want to go to another training hall and learn a weapon or something, Roland remembers that the magician is well-versed in basic weapons and can wear a sword.

Learn how to fence?

But actually, learning basic military swordsmanship from Beta would be fine.

However, the physically sensitive growth of the magician is general, only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and he has not learned any gain type spell, which is temporarily unnecessary.

It's just safe! Anyway, after learning, there's nothing to do in the daytime.

He looked online and found that there was no place in the city where swordsmanship was taught.

Well... this is not a good idea for a small city on the 18th line. Although normal food and clothing is fine, it's hard to find a place to go for more advanced entertainment or to learn more advanced skills. Either this or that.

At a time of disappointment, I actually found a training hall for Miao Knife in the map navigation, looking at the location, it should be on the eastern suburbs.

Miao Knife!

This is Nanjiang, there are many Miao people, and as a national minority, Miao people have the privilege of wearing knives with them.

Only now the society is becoming safer and more stable, and the Miao people rarely wear knives anymore. Apart from the occasional wearing of their own national clothing, the living habits are no different from the main race.

Besides, Roland, with his shallow historical common sense, also knows that the Miao man's knife is not called Miao Knife. Miao Knife, which only appeared after the Republic, is just a name for a knife.

The Miao knife technique is said to refer to the Kui two-handed knife and knife technique, but the method of attack is more in line with the customs of the National Convention.

After all, the average height of the former Chinese martial artists was much higher than that of the Kuomintang martial artists.

Is this Miao Knife Museum selling dog meat with sheep hanging, getting a Miao Man knife trick, or is it authentic Han Miao knife technology?

Go check it out.

Roland stepped on a shared bike and followed the map to the suburbs, spending nearly half an hour.

After leaving the city centre, there were noticeably fewer people on the streets, and some fields began to appear along the roads, planted with vegetables and melons.

In an open space to be developed, Roland found this seedling gallery.

The nursery knife parlor covers a large area but is very small.

A large shed covered with two layers of iron leather to shield the rain from the sun, followed by a huge, flat, smooth, even slightly reflective cement floor.

A circle of height only goes to the red brick wall in Roland's chest to enclose the land.

There is a wooden plaque hanging at the door, which, unlike the rudimentary grounds, is beautifully made.

Square brown bottom wood, polished ground oil can see, ‘Miao Knife Hall’ three words into the wood three points, then painted hard with black paint, looking quite sharp.

His gaze crossed the low fence, and Roland saw four cadets in regular clothes with tall, long wooden knives, waving.

Next to it, a teenage girl was carrying a bucket and spraying water on the cement floor, seemingly cooling down.

There was also a young man, backed by a heavy iron pole in a large shed, who watched the four trainees exercise.

When Roland's gaze fell on him, the man turned around.

Like a dead fish eye, without shiny eyes.

It's just that Roland feels a little stressed.