Mages Are Too OP

It is not difficult to increase the cognitive ability of spell puppets alone.

But if this basic ability is guaranteed, it is also necessary to improve the ability to fight, improve the speed of the doll, the power, the ability to fight enemies, etc. … This is a hassle.

After several experiments, Roland discovered that he could accomplish only two and a half goals at most, subject to the nodes and ‘memory space’ of the spell model.

That is, he can only improve the puppet's cognition, ability to fight, and… some slightly more than nothing.

Such a magical figure is not very combative.

Uncomfortable movement is just a live target. Moreover, the resistance is not particularly strong, and there is no qualification for a stationary turret.

“It would be nice if the spell model had more space nodes, or too much space. I can fill in more spiritual power. ”

But Roland couldn't even find a way to expand the spell model space, or its memory.

The magic basics are still too scarce.

Roland sighed and wandered around the library for a while, but none of the books were found.

It's normal to think about it. The magic apprentices can't even learn the basic zero level tricks, and this is not a magic town. The books that the magic tower can collect, of course, are of little value.

The experiment took him too much time and spiritual strength. The magic strip had been seen to the bottom, and the storage in the Ning Shen necklace had been exhausted. Roland sat in his study to rest, replying to the enormous amount of magic lost as a result of the magic experiment.

That's when Betta used the guild system to @ him.

“Rolango, get to the woods outside the city. It was the last time we looked for someone, Hawk. They caught the killer. ”

Got John? Roland was surprised.

Immediately afterwards he arrived in front of the woods outside the city.

There's a lot of people around here by now.

A young aristocratic man with an eye-catching show, holding a civilian girl behind a large tree, panicked.

And about 20 meters around him, Hawk and Lin jammed his escape, respectively, and Betta was blocked in front of him.

The faces of all three are ugly and angry with killing intentions.

And further afield, around a crowd of lively citizens, pointing a finger nearby.

Civilians, beggars, naturally nobles.

In the eyes of the nobles there is bliss, in the eyes of the civilians there is joy, and in the eyes of the beggars… there is sheer numbness.

The three groups are clearly divided and there is a physical divide between them.

When Roland saw the young aristocrat, he stunned, not John?

He carefully weighed the young nobleman, who was sweating and was using a short sword to frame a young girl's neck.

The young nobleman also looked frightened.

Roland walked up to Beta and asked, "Did he admit it? ”

Betta nodded: “He admitted that now he's holding hostages and letting us go, or he'll kill them. ”

Roland felt something was wrong.

The murderer committed the crime for at least a few years and killed at least thirty young girls. From the scene, it can be seen that the psychological qualities of the other party are excellent. Talents of high intelligence are unlikely to be so depressed, nor can they be caught in such a place. It is stupid.

It's as if it was a deliberate act.

Roland laughed in his heart.

The aristocratic young man looked nervously at Hawk and Rink before he saw Roland.

Then his pupils shrunk and shouted, “Mage! Get the wizard out of here or I'll kill this woman right now! ”

His appearance was quite frightening, his whole body trembling, and the short sword in his hand shaking broke the hostage girl's neck, a strand of blood flowing down the side of the girl's neck.

The girl felt the pain, she wept hard, but did not dare to move. She only bit her lips dead and bled to bite her lips without knowing it.

Roland slowly retreated.

“Step back a bit.” The aristocratic young man roared hard, while he watched Hawk quickly, around the corner, whether they were pushing themselves, quite alert.

Roland took another dozen steps back.

Then the aristocratic youth's mad emotions calmed down a little bit. The practitioner possesses a magical ability, and no one dares to say that when faced with the practitioner, there is no emptiness.

“Let me go, and I'll let this girl go.” The young nobleman screamed hard.

But Roland and the others ignored him and Bao stood still.

Instead, a wave of laughter erupted in distant aristocratic groups.

The noble young man shouted desperately, "I'm noble, I'm playing with a few slutty women. Why?" For a few of them, you want me dead. That doesn't make any sense. That doesn't make any sense! ”

Roland felt a discomfort in the scream of tearing his lungs open.

“Again, I'm noble!” Young people roar with a central pleas flavor: “Let me go, I can give you money. Enough to buy a dozen of these women's money. ”

Hawk, Link, and Betta all smiled.

Looking at this aristocratic young man is like looking at a fool.

Roland said, "I can let you go, but you have to tell me, who's your partner? ”

The young man stunned for a moment and then screamed wildly: "I have no partner, no partner, I did everything myself! ”

Then he looked in the direction of the city center, only his gaze was blocked by the city wall, and finally he looked at Roland and smiled sadly: “I did it all, if you want me to die, then I'm dead. ”

There are some explanations for the desperate smile of youth at this time.

Roland shouted, "Stop him, he's going to kill himself. ”

A whisper... Betta rushed straight over and quickly came out of the shadows.

But it was too late, and despite Beta's success in crashing people, the young man's sword had penetrated his heart.

A lot of Masek sprayed out of his chest and back.

Such injuries, even with the treatment of serious injuries, cannot be saved.

The young man fell to the ground and looked at the sky with no movement after a few twitches in his hands and legs.

The girl screamed and ran to the city with her neck covered. She was scared to death.

Roland sighed helplessly as he walked in front of the noble youth and watched the other side gradually lose its temperature.

The nobles continued to point this way, and civilians and beggars gradually dispersed.

Shortly afterwards, two younger aristocratic teenagers came over in panic and fell on the body of the young man, screaming for his brother and burying his head in tears.

One of the teenagers cried and peered at Roland and Betta from time to time.

The eyes are filled with the rage of revenge.

Betta felt the other person's gaze, and he stood next to Roland and said, "If you want to ask them what happened, it's obviously not right, it's more like replacing the dead. ”

“I can see that.” Roland whispered, "We pretend this is over, and I'll have Hawk pull out those people watching John later. ”

“Want to catch me? ”

Roland nodded softly.