Mages Are Too OP

Looking at Roland as a seller, the players around him gave a 'you're the big guy, you talk’ look.

Roland did not give the answer directly, but looked at the female player not far away, sitting still, and asked, "Sister, what was the name of the resistance? ”

“Ah, oh!” Because the mind is not here, the female player stunned to react: “You can call me Ali, the name of the Resistance Army is Grey-Eyed. ”

“We'll pretend to be grey eyes.” Roland smiles at other male players: “Of course, we have to mask our faces. ”

Suddenly, the players around them laughed.

‘Shit, why didn't I think of that? Now the master is famous. ’

‘Sure enough, it's a trick, an old pussy. ’

‘Shit, I have a bad feeling that when the other magician players grow up, we'll just chop up the barbarians, won't they hold their noses and walk away! ’

Of course, it's just a joke the players admire.

What do the male players mean by that, but the female player Ali is still a little confused: “But the grey-eyed rebels are dead. We want to impersonate, at least we have to find their people. ”

Well... the players around were a little surprised and then relieved.

Probably because of such a cute, stupid fool to be fooled by that young aristocrat.

Now most male players hate their hearts even more. Such a simple and adorable sister can't believe how miserable she is. The more the noble city owner deserves to die.

Roland coughed and said, "In four days, we'll be here doing nothing, nothing. Why don't we do some work first? ”

“Okay, listen to you.” A group of male players shouted.

All of them are knowledgeable people, and just one of Roland's words proves that there's something in this guy's head, and there's nothing wrong with listening to him.

Besides, Roland is the strongest magician at this stage, and no one is estimated to be his opponent in the presence.

Generally, players follow the diving rule of big fisted speech in games, while Roland not only has big fists, but also seems to have a good IQ.

Roland took out two gold coins: "Find some pale, bargaining friends and go to town to buy 40 or 50 black towels. Also... if any of your friends are good at drawing pictures, get a topographic map of Morey City so we can make a war plan. ”

“I'll go get some clothes. I'm pretty good at bargaining.” A handsome archer stood up.

Roland looked at him and said helplessly, "Are you sure you look even? ”

“Rest assured, I have a strong counter-tracking technique, and there is also a discreet shading technique that will not attract attention.” The handsome archer laughed.

“Then I'll make a map.” Another thieve-like player stood up.

Roland counted the number of players present, laughing: "As for the others, let's go cut trees together. ”

“What are you doing cutting trees?” Someone asked.

“As an easy catapult.” Roland explains: "Although it only breaks apart if you barely use it two or three times, it should be effective to smash the castle gates. ”

“Okay!” The group stood up.

Seriously, they stayed here for four days, got tired of it, and some things were always good.

Ali walked up and her face was still depressed: "So what can I do? ”

Roland thought about it and said, "Why don't you write an antagonist for the Grey-Eyed Resistance from the perspective of the victim? I see the post you wrote on the forum, the pen should be good. ”

“I graduated from the Department of Literature.” Ali spoke softly and then asked, "Is it expensive or sad? ”

“Sad. ”

Ali thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll change King Luo's" Wuqiao ". ”

Roland, the science student, was speechless and sounded so tall.

At this point, a joyful male player walked up to him and said, "Roland, you're an enemy again, an improvised stone thrower. Do you want to go in front of him? ”

“Of course, it must be bright and magnificent to be angry with one's own people.” Roland said naturally.

This delightful male player suddenly thought Roland's thoughts were unique: "But we have to mask our faces. Is that bright enough? ”

“It's not inconsistent to tell them that we're hiding our identities. “

“You cow!” The player raised his thumb: “Networkers in the broadcast room are saying you're not only an old pussy, you're selling swords! ”

Roland was shocked: "You're actually on the air. ”

“How fresh.” This player's face is the expression you only know: "I was the first to come, at the request of a wide range of internet friends, and have been broadcasting live for four days. ”

At this point, Roland also received a system message to open and see that the rest of the F6 Guild was @ themselves.

Li Lin: Come on, show our F6 division what it's all about.

BETTA: Rolango is amazing.

SK: I'm watching live, and it feels so subtle, and this is Roland that we don't normally see.

Raph: Too bad I'm too far from Morey City to get involved.

I can't believe I stopped showing up on the air... before I knew it.

There is a feeling of embarrassment when you have a second attack and are seen by your loved ones.

When things are done, time passes quickly. Four days pass, and all the players who can come arrive arrive. If they can't come, most of the way back to the city is free.

And for the last four days, they've used trees and canes to make eight improvised stone throwers.

Clothes and maps were already ready, Roland looked at the map, drew two lines, and said to the surrounding group of more than forty masked black robes: “Wait for two groups of six to sneak into the city, then we show up in front of the city gate, and see our bombardment, the city gate must be closed, and we'll read Sister Ali's obsession together, and then the thrower smashes the gate.

At this time, the attention of the enemy will certainly be drawn to us. If the noble city lord leaves his castle to support him on the wall, then the second group dives into the castle to do things, such as set fire to the house of fire or something, and makes him panic, into exit measures. If they don't come out of the castle, two groups will storm the walls behind us and help us open the gates. But I don't think there's much chance of a second plan. Most of that young nobleman would come to the city walls to see what was going on with us. ”

A player asks: "I thought it was bright. This spy is too dirty to go in. ”

“We have a bright attack on the city.” Roland's hands stretched out, inexplicably.