Mages Are Too OP

Roland was not in a hurry, and because many of his netizens were at different distances from Mori City, everyone agreed on a time at the forum to meet in the woods on the eastern outskirts of Mori City within ten days.

There are now more than a hundred players enrolled, but Roland is estimated to reach only about half of them smoothly.

It's not modern society, it's hundreds of kilometers away from getting on the highway, or flying on the highway in hours.

This is a world of extremely backward traffic and, more importantly, there are many dangerous uninhabited areas between cities and cities, besides the scope of human activity.

Diseases, climates, emergencies can all make people disappear on the road.

Travellers and traders can make a lot of money, and that's what they're fighting for.

Unlike a player like Roland who joins the 'force' directly, who gets paid, most players are poor and then have the flexibility to take advantage of the convenience of a system backpack.

By contrast, it is much more convenient for players to be tourists. First, they are professionals. After 35% of the group, they are strong, and ordinary bandits do not dare to mess around.

And... even if it gets robbed, all the merchandise is in the system backpack, it won't be lost, it's safe, it's a big detour.

The 2X2X2 capacity backpack also contains quite a lot of stuff, just look for the smaller but more valuable stuff to transport.

Half a month, but one or two gold coins.

Then other players who want to make money have samples, and it's not going to be long before a ‘runner' trend occurs.

Using the forum, they can also communicate what is missing there and what is the specialty of which city.

Roland stayed in Del Bon City studying magic and didn't get out very well, so he didn't really know what the ‘world’ was like for the players now.

Now, in addition to the two titles of Immortality, the Son of Gold, players have hidden the title of 'Big Merchant from Different Realms’.

Those players are just the ‘economic hardship’ at the bottom, and people at the top are already trying to manipulate the prices of certain special items in their cities.

For example, Principal Huang, the people around Fan 600 million.

Of course, these things don't have much to do with Roland.

He spent another two days at the Magic Tower after responding to the Forum, confirming that Old John was calm when he returned and that he was not overactive, which was why he was planning to leave.

But before he left, he specifically went to Hawk and Link.

Now that the pier is in its infancy, the next question is how to 'attract investment' and ‘expand channels’.

Hawk sat high and looked down at the pier and was satisfied with his face.

For a civil engineering dog, leading and completing a major project is in itself a lifetime thing to brag about.

Though it's just in the game.

Roland found Hawk and grabbed two golden sheets from the system backpack and put them in Hawk's hands: “Here are twenty gold coins, you click them. ”

“So many this time?” Hawk's eyes lit up.

Again, the Silver Wing Guild is now paving the way for the future with money, so they will accept how many gold coins Roland has.

Roland also sat down and said, "Over the past few days, people have found my statue on the side of the Imperial City, started learning skills, and now one or two gold coins are recorded every day. ”

“Tsk, lying down makes money, that's great.” Hawk sighed.

“You Silver Wings paved the way for more money.” Roland looks down at the docks where the weather is already magnificent: “I think your guild president is trying to get a different world version of the water logistics company. ”

Hawk smiles and doesn't talk.

This is what the Grand Duke is all about, it has all kinds of talent, it's well resourced, it's ambitious and it's forward-looking.

“The city lord is back, what are you going to do?” Roland asked again.

Hawk refers to the distance and says: "Pay more taxes in exchange for our complete autonomy. We are willing to follow the rules here, but it is not possible if they have too much greed, for example, to reach into the key departments of Silver Wing Water Logistics. The elite of our Silver Wings Guild has begun to move to this area. How many players do you think can subvert a city? ”

“I would estimate fifty.” Roland thought about it, answered.

Players are immortal, Grand Duke players are more disciplined, and commanders have enough ‘paper talk’ experience.

Some of the big team games, such as Magic Sword OL, Marginal Planet OL, have long raised the Grand Ducal Commander's 'strategic’ vision and in-session command capabilities to some extent.

Plug, split, and envelop this kind of sporting battle has long been skilful in the game.

Besides, Zhao Zhuzhu, who talked on paper, was not bad, he just unfortunately encountered a white start.

These commanders are Zhao Xuan, who talks on paper and has great room for growth, but where they are luckier than Zhao Xuan, they have countless opportunities to make mistakes.

The NPCs only once.

And 50 players, just Roland's most conservative estimate.

And Hawk smiled, “Eighty-three of our guild players are coming. ”

Hearing here, Roland laughed.

Eighty-three players, eighty-three professionals, and the lords of any city, will feel frightened.

“I'm here to ask you to take care of my magic tower, in addition to giving you money!” Lorraine said slowly as she watched the great river stretch out over the sky.

“That's what I figured.” Hawk sighed softly: “I saw the post on the forum, and I saw your message. I wanted to go, but I couldn't get out of here. ”

His voice seemed disappointed, so destined to leave a special event in the history of the game, there was no way to participate, the feeling of flexing his lungs made him extremely upset.

Roland laughed, “I'll give you a few extra points. ”

“Thank you so much.” Hawk's voice is very 'grudging’. It's disgusting to have a muscle steel look like this.

Roland disgusted, patting himself on the goose bump and leaving.

He rented a carriage in the city, hired a rider, then took a carriage and slowly left the city of Del Bon.

There are no good roads in the world, and carriages are slow on the road, but they still rock.

Roland is uncomfortable. Then he shifted his attention to the front and saw the driver who was focusing on the chase.

The driver was an old, dark man who didn't look strong.

Roland was curious: "Why would you want to travel alone with me? It's a dangerous journey. ”

The driver did not turn around and his tone was a little weak: “Death on the road is better than starvation. My family is running out of food. ”

Aren't you even afraid of danger for your family?

Because the world is too dangerous and mortality is extremely high, guards, drivers, etc., usually pay half the deposit in advance.

Roland had already paid the driver ten silver coins before he left. The ten silver coins should have been in his family's hands.

The hire price for this driver is twenty silver coins a trip.

It's expensive, but Roland thinks it's too cheap to measure people's lives.

Fortunately, nothing big happened along the way, and occasionally a few hungry little predators drilled out of the woods on either side of the road, all frozen directly into ice sculptures by Roland.

Then it becomes' dry food 'in the hands of the driver.

Four days later, Roland arrived on the outskirts of Mori City, handing over the remaining ten silver coins to the driver, saying, "If you can trust me, you can wait for me in Mori City, and I'll be back in Del Bon City in a few days, and I can take your car again. I just don't know how to find you. ”

“Master Mage, you can come to me at the stable. I'll find a way to stay there. ”

Roland nodded, asked the driver to leave, and Roland opened the forum and found a map that a player had sent to the forum, near Morey City, and then pressed the map to find a good gathering place in a mountain forest.

There are several wooden huts already built in the gathering area, and a few player-like people surrounded by bonfires in the middle, roasting unknown beast meat and laughing.

Roland walked over and they spotted him immediately.

After a brief standstill, some players shouted admirably: “Yo, the Master Roland is here too. Come quickly. Sit here and eat the barbecue first. I'll get you some oranges...”

Rolandon laughed: “Fuck off, when I didn't go to junior high school, I also joined Hung Hing after junior high school. ”

Other players suddenly smiled.

The sand sculptors are the easiest to break into pieces, and one of them is their own.

Then Roland mixed them up and ate the barbecue.

At the same time, Roland saw the ‘bitter owner' they were going to help this time, a beautiful young girl.

The person who added charm was different, and the female player was really pretty, a little bit better than Vivian.

But when I think of her in real life, she doesn't seem so pretty anymore.

Seeing Roland gauging himself, the female player smiled at Roland.

There's a lot of resentment in front of me.

“We wait another four days, and four days from now, the other players should be almost there, and as soon as we have enough people, we attack the city owners. ”

“If you want to split up the two roads, or the three roads, you can hit the west. ”

The players were surrounded by bonfires, and you spoke to me and I discussed it.

Roland thought about it, coughed, and the others stopped talking.

“The man we're going to kill is a city owner.” Roland looked around and continued: “This is not a small nobleman, but a man of considerable weight. If it were to be killed by us, it would surely trigger a dramatic rebound from the aristocracy. ”

The crowd frowned and thought Roland was trying to convince them to give up the operation, just scared of their mistakes and not talking for the time being, trying to wait for Roland to finish.

“This will be quite detrimental to the future development of our players in this world.” Roland went on to say, "The city lord says kill, the other lords will surely die of fox sadness, and then our players will definitely be pricks in the eyes of the nobles, and now we are generally powerless, if we do so, causing the nobles to collectively blame us, there will be great trouble. ”

Finally, someone couldn't help but argue, "You mean, let's not kill? ”

“Kills are meant to kill, but they have to be tactical. ”