Mages Are Too OP

It's another day, Roland climbs out of the game room.

He first posted on the official game website and looked at the forum.

If not, the forum will blow up again. As the first person to complete a copy of the main line, discussing his post is almost on the brush page.

"Whether Roland is the son of the game development team."

"Is Roland so lucky?"

Roland, keep your head down. You can't take all the good away from me.

Headers like this have always appeared, and there is quite a carnival. There was nothing wrong with completing the first copy, but it didn't die well. In the forum, the official group rewarded the first accomplishment of completing the main replica task with a "sticker".

A golden piece of equipment and extremely practical.

Principal Huang was discussing the matter, and Fan 600 million was even more exaggerated. She opened a poster and ‘@’ Roland. She said in the poster that she wanted Roland to sell her that golden piece of equipment for a good price.

Roland goes into the post and leaves directly after reading the content.

Equipment he won't sell, at least not now, except to find something more practical in gold.

Originally this was about a piece of equipment, and the players brushed the lemon to indicate that the presence was complete, but just as Roland was getting offline and going to the knife gallery to practice knife surgery, a poster suddenly appeared and immediately aroused his interest.

Roland's First Secret to Completing a Main Line Replication Mission

When he saw the title, Roland's mind snapped and his subconscious tapped open.

And then it turns out that the poster was actually Hawk, and he recorded the entire process of the five-man copy.

Go to the copy, walk to the BOSS room, then the mission is complete, and five people leave.

Because the clip was over, the entire video lasted less than a minute, and at the end of the day, Roland came to the conclusion that he understood the text and skipped a lot of dramatic steps to complete the task first.

This sticker is purely petrol on fire.

Many players are beginning to express dissatisfaction.

"Is this using BUG or is the game planning team doing it deliberately?

"Does the outcome of the game matter or does the process matter?

Wouldn't it be pathetic for a sorcerer to do so many things?

Anti-hanging, anti-vulnerability, anti-Roland.

The players' emotions were about to subside, and as soon as the poster came out, it started to surge again.

Many players even give an official statement.

Especially some big game clubs. These organizations, in many cases, put their best efforts to grab the first kill of a game BOSS.

And now the first person to complete the copy is actually a scattered person. Most importantly, informal processes are also used.

That upsets them.

Then some fearless big players went to the game BUG Giving Back section and tried so hard to report Roland using the game BUG for profit.

Roland went to see it, and the whistleblower was all over the page at once.

Roland wouldn't believe it if no one secretly organized the rhythm.

But Roland is not in a hurry, he has a feeling that this game is very stress-resistant and should not be forced into the palace by the ’players'!

He was too lazy to look at the contents of the forum. After a brief wash, he rode the shared bike to the knife gallery.

The weather is beautiful today and the morning breeze is a little chilly with a special comfort on the body.

Roland came to the knife gallery and saw Xisha bring out the breakfast.

The breakfast was very rich, not only with noodles, but also with buns and yunton.

Noodles are still the type of medicine, but buns and clouds look sophisticated.

“What day is it?” Roland sat at the table and looked at Xisha with some surprise.

Xisha scooped him a small bowl of noodles, then put a plate of buns and a bowl filled with yunton in front of Iroland and said softly: "You pay the tuition, we'll have more money for breakfast. ”

I see!

And because everyone has the same breakfast, Roland definitely has it. Try the bread first, it tastes good.

Then I drank some yunton soup and found it tasted good and very fresh.

Breakfast like this is a lot better than takeout.

Now he's got a big mouthful to eat.

Xisha was happy to see him eat, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly.

A teenager next door had a good time and couldn't help but shout: “Cousin, your breakfast is delicious, marry me later. ”

Others laugh in good faith.

Xisha photographed the teenager's head: “Relatives can't get married. ”

The teenager had a lost face.

Breakfast was full and Roland spent more than half an hour eating before feeling less tummy.

Under Qi Shaoqiu's guidance, he practiced half the morning horseback and learned three ways to hold a seedling knife.

These are basic knife skills that are not learned now and will be used in the future.

Then Qi Shaoqiu gave a dead face: “You and my sister will go shopping downtown later. ”

“Buy what? ”

Roland didn't feel anything, he just asked. A breakfast made him very happy, and now he and Chi Shaoqiu and Xisha are getting acquainted, barely counting as friends.

It's normal to help a friend.

“It takes some materials to make your protective gear, Xisha is a girl, you help to move materials and stuff. ”

So that's it... it's time to follow Xisha to the city center.

A pickup truck drove to the side of the cement yard and the trumpet rang.

Roland turned around and saw that the person sitting in the driver's seat was still Xisha.

“How's your driving?” Roland walked up to the car and asked.

Xisha glanced at him and turned her gaze back to the front. The tone seemed a little unhappy: “Do you look down on women drivers as much as the chauvin pigs on the internet? ”

“I didn't mean that. ”

Although Xisha's tone doesn't sound very good, Roland also knew that Xisha was the kind of person who was soft-hearted and not concerned at the moment, but bypassed the car and sat in the passenger seat.

When he got in the car, he realized that Xisha was wearing a white jumpsuit, which made Roland feel a little stunning.

Xisha has always loved to wear long-sleeved trousers, more conservative clothes.

It was also the first time Roland saw her in a dress.

Xisha itself grew very white and is now dressed in white, more like snow on Tianshan.

Roland's gaze circled around Xisha and took it back.

Xisha's white dress is more slim.

Though Roland's gaze stopped on Xisha for less than two seconds, Xisha's earlobes were still slightly red.

She hastily started the pickup truck, masking her impatient heartbeat with a bursting engine sound.

Under the shed, Qi Shaoqiu looked at the distant pickup truck and sighed: “The cabbage in the house is about to be arched away by a fat pig...”