Mages Are Too OP

The four of us first arrived at Ash Sand Tavern, and not long later, Berta came.

There was no one at the Ash Sand Tavern in the morning and it looked very quiet.

Five people sat around a black wood round table, first introducing each other, and then Roland said, "This game is different from what we've played before, so we can't apply it with past game experience. But the classic iron triangle can still be tried, after all, none of us have the experience of copying the game. ”

He turned his gaze to Jett and said, "You may have a lot of fighting power, but don't rush into battle when you get to the copy, just follow us and watch, try to keep your strength, and use auxiliary magic to help us when it's critical. ”

Jett nodded: “Yes, listen to you. ”

Roland looked at Hawk again, and Link said, “You're both fighters, and the resistance and the main output depend on you. However, it is best to divide the position into two directions, one in front of the team and one in the rear to protect the team. ”

Hawk answered, "I'm ahead, and I happen to have a shield expertise. ”

Link smiled and said, "I'm a gladiator, I'll be right behind you. ”

Roland looks at Beta: "You're a multiprofessional, I'm not going to restrict your position. Depending on the circumstances of the war, you do it yourself. ”

Betta nodded.

Roland looked around the crowd and said, "Now we're just talking on paper, so what are we going to do? In fact, we're going to have to go through a copy to find out. The NPC of this game is dead-end smart, so I don't think the old slow forward direction might work. ”

A few people said Roland had a point.

Jett said softly: "You're a magician, you're supposed to be the smartest of us all, and it's up to you for now. ”

He knows exactly what he means, just listen to you first, and if you don't have a good command later, change people.

It's nothing. If you can't do it, you're next. It's that simple in the game. And to be honest, Roland doesn't really want to direct people outside of F6. F6 members trust each other and tolerate each other. Even if they make mistakes, others won't get angry, but will comfort and help make up for them.

It's hard for outsiders to say, not acquaintances who put up with your mistakes.

Breakfast has been served in the talking room.

Honey bread, boiled lamb with flavorful water, lettuce... and fruit wine.

It doesn't quite suit the taste of Roland and others, but there's no way, so eat it.

And in the castle, Bud had woken up, dressed, bathed, and then went downstairs to the lobby on the ground floor, under the maid's service.

There are already many people sitting at the long table, their own companions are all there, each of them looks depressed, I think they must have contributed a lot of ‘food’ out last night.

The nobility is largely counting on this for a banquet.

John sits first, next to a noble woman and a young girl.

He also knew these two, John's mother and sister. They all look good.

Neither of them showed up at the party last night. Generally, the mistress's family will not come out of such a chaotic 'welcome' party.

After asking the three of them good morning, Bud sat down and had breakfast.

Compared to Roland, the breakfast style here is pretty much the same, just more fresh milk and some fine cakes.

But these seemingly simple things, these dozens of people eat at least a hundred civilians a meal for about a decade. For the majority of the civilian population, it would be nice to have black bread for breakfast.

After breakfast, Bud said he was going to visit the city and left the castle temporarily with his companion.

More than a dozen people wander the streets, passing away everyone, completely like a pure street tiger.

After a while, the team split up into several batches and each went for fun.

And Bud and another young aristocratic magician walked into a tavern and wrapped up a room for a secret conversation.

“John and I had some interesting things to say last night. ”

Bud recapitulated what he heard last night to the young man across the street, and he said, "How much do you think John said was true? ”

“It's all true. These things are clear as soon as they are checked, there is no need to lie to us.” The young man laughed coldly: “But his mind was not pure, and it seemed interesting that he was trying to draw us into hostility with Roland and the other sons of gold. The royal city is ten times deeper than here, and we live like arrogant people. ”

“Do you have any thoughts?” Bud sat on the chair, sipped a sip of wine, and asked: "How do you want to get there with Roland? ”

“Continuing with him, we are descended from the great nobility and from the general assembly, why should we let him?” Young man, hey, laughed, said: "But remember, we can't break up, we can't be close, but we can't be dead enemies. I'm curious. Why would John want us to fight the Son of Gold? I think there are profits to be made from this. ”

And Bud grinned, “I think so, too. ”

By then, Roland's five-man team had set out.

Betta shared the task with the others, and then the last five left the city as instructed by the task, walking north into the suburbs, through the mountains and through the woods, stunning all the way into the lowlands of the surrounding mountains, finally finding the entrance to the tomb.

An entrance completely covered by lush wild grass.

Without systematic instructions, they simply don't believe this place is the entrance.

Even so, Hawklink split the weeds near the entrance for nearly 10 minutes with a long sword.

Dark, looking at the rather deep entrance in front of five people.

A few people looked at each other and immediately lined up, Hawk holding the shield ahead, Beta second, Roland and Jett third, and Link followed the plan and walked last.

As soon as the five entered the hole, they all stopped.

They also received a system message: Copy task detected, whether to open the copy.

The five men looked at each other again and immediately ‘confirmed’.

Just after all five confirmed, the surrounding space suddenly twisted for a while, and the sun set over the mountain, and the moon rose and the stars sparkled.

Day and night transitions are only in seconds.

“Compulsory theatrical environment? ”

Roland muttered.

Hawk pulled the torch out of the system backpack, just on point, and Roland stepped faster, and four illumination light balls appeared empty, suspended in the middle of the sky, illuminating the neighborhood.

“It's convenient.” Hawk put away his torch, sighed, and then he asked Jett, "Would you priests? ”

“Lighting, the most basic magic, has no attack power.” Jett shrugged: “This review alone makes us give it up completely. Pastors are limited in magic. Only magicians learn this stuff, and they don't have spell limits. ”

At this point, Betta stood aside and said, “I don't think many magicians would want to learn either. They're not like us magicians and priests, they can tinkle and learn magic, they have to mock the magic models themselves, it's a waste of time. Rolango is a rare exception. ”

“There are fewer and fewer magicians now.” Hawk sighed: "About half of the magicians in our Guild Forum have been rehearsed. And there's a lot going on, and they say it's boring, calculating data every day, doing experiments. I estimate the game development group deliberately used this method to limit the number of magicians. ”

When I heard that, Roland was also a little lost. Then he sent a light ball into the cave and said softly, "Let's not talk about anything else, let's make a copy first. ”

Hawk nods his head, pulls his shield and sword out of the system backpack, and walks forward carefully.