Mages Are Too OP

Roland has always felt it was his responsibility to make it easier for new magicians to learn magic.

He intended to give the newcomer some advice, but when he clicked in, he found that he did not need to speak for himself.

The enthusiastic players have given the answer.

This is a lucky man to get a virtual cabin from a 'court auction’.

It cost over four million.

He heard that the magician was amazing, one man killed half the guild, one man dismantled the city gate, and then specially found a video to watch. He really saw the tide and couldn't do it himself.

In the post, he asked how to become a powerful magician like the old man.

‘If you think you have talent, you will grow intellectually and have mental strength of 6. But I suggest you take the 7, 5, 9, 7, 5 equilibrium plus point method, and all your friends who have used it say that you can take a lot less turns, because you're the big guy who created it, and even O'Neill can't stop admiring the data. ’

‘Why can't I pick 10, 6 plus? That's the kind of addition the old man should have made. ’

‘Cause the magician is millions, Roland only has one. ’

‘Maybe I can do it too. ’

‘Ha ha ha, so many people think, but now there's only one Roland. ’

‘Upstairs, you let him try. How do you know how mediocre you are without trying! ’

See here, Roland turns off the sticker.

Because he looked a little embarrassed.

And then, by accident, he saw another post.

"We have stood on the outskirts of Sicily, willing to overthrow this corrupt world.

Roland frowned and dotted into the post.

The contents of the poster were all dry goods, first of all how they had cultivated a piece of fertile soil in the forests outside this commercial town, and built many bungalows, built wheat fields, and tidied up clean water sources. And now there are a lot of NPCs, and they're teaching these NPCs what slavery is, what feudalism is, what advanced productivity concepts are, and so on.

These NPCs are the future fire of the stars.

And they need more players to act as' instructors' and leaders to grow their careers.

The reply polarization below the post is quite serious.

Lots of supporters, lots of unsupporteurs, about half a dozen.

‘Interesting, count me in. ’

‘Crazy, it's just a game, some kind of reform. ’

‘People have to have some ideals, why things go crazy all the time, I find it interesting, I'm willing to join. ’

‘Don't be ridiculous. Games are games. Don't do so many things. ’

Roland looked at a few pages of responses, and I remember this player sending a similar post before, and it's only been three months, and he's built his own secret base.

Strong action.

It's just that Roland still doesn't like their behavior, their productivity, their fighting power are all the nobility of the world, their superiority at the edge of the great temples, and there are gods like nuclear bombs.

At Falkan's funeral, Roland saw angels descend from the sky, and he knew there was a god in the world.

Reformation can be defeated with God. Will the latter stand idly by?

Even if it doesn't happen personally, send down some gods, there won't be a few people who can stop it.

Roland is now one of the players' cutting-edge fights, and he knows too much about the role of high-end fights in battle, or on the battlefield.

He thought about it, no messages.

And then go over the other posters.

About three hours later, it's dawn.

Roland had breakfast with Kaka on the ground floor, and then went to another Great Magic Tower to find an old magician named Thor.

As a result… the other party is not present.

Roland shrugged his shoulders, leaving the tower and returning to the streets, but he accidentally saw a black robe man, pulling the hair of a little girl and towing it on the ground.

The little girl screamed badly, but the little girl screamed a little louder and was immediately punched in the head by a black robe man, heard from Roland far away.

Soon, a strand of plasma fell from the little girl's head.

And the black man dressed like an assassin who loved to move in the shadows.

There are a lot of pedestrians in the surrounding streets, and there are a lot of people standing around to watch, but nobody goes up there.

Roland sighed and walked up and blocked in front of the black robe man.

Things like this, in this world, will be plentiful, normal, weak and strong.

Roland told himself many times that he couldn't care less.

He just couldn't help but stand up when he saw the scene.

The black robe man saw Roland in front of himself and stunned and asked, "Sir, what do you mean? ”

Roland gauged a pair of people: "What exactly do you mean you mistreated this little girl? ”

Hmm? The black robe man looked at Roland's costume and laughed, “Your Excellency has a crush on this slut? ”

“That's not what I meant. ”

“That's all right, I'll give it to you.” The face of the black robe is hidden in the shadow of the hood, but the corner of his mouth reveals a slight ironic smile: “Be a friend. ”

After speaking, he pulled the little girl's hair and threw her straight in front of Roland.

The girl rolled under Roland's feet, closed her eyes and passed out.

And the little girl was bruised everywhere.

Roland's face is getting cold.

“An enthusiastic master? It's rare.” The black man smiled, but then his divine color grew back: “Wait, are you the son of gold? ”

The black robe finally found that Roland's temperamental expression seemed very different from the normal person's.

“So what?” Roland asked lightly.

The black man took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to provoke you, and I don't want to fight you. ”

The black robe slowly retreated and, after leaving for a few meters, turned into a black shadow, moving directly against the ground like a snake.

Looks kind of lame.

Roland looked at the little girl on the ground, and the plasma in her head had begun to stick, and he sighed, lifting her up and walking in the direction of the Temple of Life.

The Temple of Life is just down the street from the palace, occupying a large plot of land.

The main body of the temple building is about thirty meters high and the gate is fifteen meters high.

Many followers of the civilian population kneel beneath the temple and dare not approach it.

Only the nobles and the mighty professionals have access to the temple.

Roland walked in with a little girl, and immediately a priest in a white bottomed green coat greeted him, and he looked at Roland, and he looked at the little girl, and he said kindly, "Need treatment? ”

Roland nodded.

The male priest opened the little girl's hair and looked at the wound and said: "Not a serious injury, just a silver coin. ”

Roland lay the little girl flat on the altar and took out a silver coin.

The male priest sprinkled a green light on the little girl's forehead. And she said, "She'll be awake in about half an hour. ”

Roland had to sit and wait in the bench next to him.

A shadow moved around the corner of the street corner into an alley and drilled under the door of a house.

It's a big warehouse with dozens of black robes dressed the same way.

The snake-shaped shadow turned human again, and he looked at the only man sitting in the black robe and said, "Boss, the target has been robbed. ”

“Who dares rob our Shadow Assassins Guild? ”

“A son of gold. ”

“Fuckin 'heretics, always bad for us. How many times this month? ”

“Boss, I don't think we can be that high-profile anymore. Wouldn't it be nice to be rats again? The Golden Son guys dare to kill even the city owners. If they run into us in broad daylight, they will definitely come to hinder us. ”