Mages Are Too OP

Although he said he was unwilling to be a tool man, the priest could only sigh helplessly when everyone looked at him.

After all, no one in the team seems to be able to disperse anything but him.

Drop the grill in your hand, the priest waves one time, and each time the dispersion will dim the light on Roland, who counts silently next to you.

Ten times later, the priest stopped.

And Roland's magic is still bright.

Hawk said, "Go on, we want to see how many times it takes to disperse. It starts and ends, isn't it magic? ”

Everyone else nodded.

The priest lowered his head extremely depressingly: "Magic, too, is that the number of exercises is gone. ”

This reminds us of the number of times priests and magicians are practiced.

After a higher level, the number of spells of the same spell will increase, and new spells will be learned. Although at lower levels, the number of spells will often fall into the dilemma of exhaustion, after a higher level, there will be no problem.

But now Reverend LV5 has only ten exterminations.

Everyone sighed with disappointment.

The priest is even more depressed.

The priest was a very good profession and did not need to practice grades. As long as he prayed under the statue of the goddess every day, he could gain experience. Although the learned art was random, it was also very practical. Most importantly, the priest's melee ability is not bad, with armor piercing with a one-handed hammer and a shield on his back.

But when compared to each other, it seemed weaker.

Hawk, as vice president, naturally wouldn't embarrass his members for too long, and he stood up and said, "Roland, give me a try. See how it works? ”

Two seconds later, Hawk's expression became strange, and then he shouted like a gorilla and jumped off the third floor.

Everyone immediately ran to the roof and looked down.

In the moonlight, Hawk, like a giant gorilla, hugs a short tree about thirty centimeters in diameter from the trunk and pushes hard.

He had a rocky, hard muscle twisting constantly.

A clattering noise came from the ground, the sound of a strip of tree roots being forcibly torn apart.

At the end of the day, the short tree was actually uprooted.

“I'll go, this is Lu Zhi Shen backwards dialing Yang Liu.” Betta shouted.

“The trunk diameter of a willow tree generally does not exceed 20 centimeters, much worse than this.” Link's eyes grinned and his eyes filled with joy.

Margaret groaned softly and did not hesitate.

Human beings, how powerful they are, are far worse than dragons.

Everyone thought Hawk was done dialing the tree, showing how exaggerated his strength was, and he turned around holding the short tree.

Once the wind shouted, then flew the sandstone, three turns... all the trees around were interrupted, his center sounded like an explosion, the residual leaves were mixed with a lot of dust and sand to fly out.

Even on the third floor, there was a lot of sandstone spilling up.

“This is going to be a little powerful.” Standing on the roof, Schuk snapped.

Margaret had no shame on her face at the moment.

If Hawk had a giant sword in his hand, even a giant dragon would have to be wounded if she had been chopped by the cyclone.

Turning a few more laps, he made the surrounding ground scourge a mess. Hawk finally felt a little tired. He threw the bare short tree on the ground with the crown. After pounding, he ran back up to the roof and gasped slightly, exclaiming excitedly: "Cool, cool. ”

Although Hawk was exaggerating, everyone's gaze was focused on Roland.

Hawk's ability to behave like this is thanks to Roland's magic.

Looking at the excitement of the crowd, Roland shrugged his shoulders and then took turns giving them a stroke.

Almost one night, these guys were in the woods doing all kinds of sabotage, all kinds of games.

Tree pulling is just a basic operation, high end point, circle like Hawk, higher end point, show the trick of breaking a little tree with both hands.

Hawk also played frog hopping with two rocks of at least 100 kg.

A bunch of sand sculptures.

By the early morning of the next morning, the group had finally gotten tired of playing and, after breakfast, started going on the road.

The two drivers didn't look well, and the sand sculptures tossed around the house all night, making the two drivers unable to sleep at all.

But the drivers don't dare say anything... a group of professionals who can play with trees, or the employers, what do they dare say?

Then along the way, Roland began to study the spell of dimensional anchors.

And then I found... this magic is a little tricky.

It's harder than teleportation.

Mainly, the connection of the model does not seem to be very correct, according to the node connection on the model, it always fails.

Fortunately, dimensional anchors are not offensive magic, and even failure is not dangerous.

Then the study of dimensional anchors got stuck.

Combined with a rocking carriage, it does have a certain effect on concentration, and Roland then abandoned the idea of studying magic above level two.

Instead, start brushing up the forums.

Traveling is what we call traveling.

The time passed quickly, a group of people ate, drank, played, blinked for more than a dozen days, had reached the outskirts of the Pokémon Forest.

Roland played the biggest role along the way.

Temporary stone buildings built of cement for stone, can accommodate, can keep out the wind and rain, only people traveling know how comfortable it is to have a secure place to live.

While passing through the Ulgandan State, Roland's 'unimpeded communication' has once again made its mark.

The language of the State of Ulgandan is naturally different from that of the State of Holeyweyne.

Though Berta is also ‘language savvy', there is a limit to how many times he can use it now, only five times a day, and it doesn't last as long as Roland.

Rolandschaft can be covered almost all day at once.

More importantly, no obstacle to communication can read any text.

This is amazing, avoiding the anguish of becoming deaf and mute in Urganda.

And finally, one more thing that makes the team feel like 'it's the right choice to bring Roland in.'

Just three days ago, when they left the border of the Ulgandan State, they had to cross a great river, and unfortunately, the other day it rained heavily, the waterfalls rose and the bridges were washed down. Although the river is now less rushed than it was before, it is almost impossible to retreat within three or four days, and the bridge is gone.

And it's only four days away.

If this is delayed here, it won't make it.

Hawk suggested that Margaret cut everyone across the river a few times, and Margaret got angry on the spot, went back to dragon form, and dumped Hawk at the end.

Hit Hawk over a dozen meters on the spot, so that Hawk grew big enough to be ‘hard' and not too badly injured.

Margaret wanted to keep beating up, but the reacting shook to death stopped Margaret and soothed her for a while, which brought the latter back to human form.

Dragons only let their dragon knights ride, and no one else can climb her back, which is a matter of principle of life and death.

Hawk didn't know much, and after hearing Shook explain, he apologized to Margaret and Shook, too.

Roland stood up while everyone was worried.

Full of magic, it froze an ice bridge over a hundred meters from the river.

Because the current is still a little rushed, the ice bridge has to be built to be strong, which is more expensive.

Good thing it worked in the end.

A pedestrian crossed the ice bridge to the other side, and behind them followed several particularly daring merchants.

After crossing the Ulganda border, it entered the outskirts of the Elf Forest.

It took two days for the mission team to arrive at the agreed location.

In front of you is a dense forest where the air is moist and warm and where you feel quite comfortable.

Roland et al. are on the line between the grasslands and the woods, and their feet are not in the oily green grass, surrounded by unknown flowers.

White, red wildflowers are fragrant and colorful butterflies fly in and out.

The crowd waited a long time and didn't see anyone to connect. At odd times, they saw a black dot flying slowly over the forest in the distance.

It landed in front of them about three minutes later.

It's an elf, a male elf.

Green ponytail Changan, melon face, water-cut eyes, and a pair of curved willow eyebrows.

It's a beautiful word, but the person who comes is a male elf.

Humans took a slight breath of air.

The male elf is perfectly beautifully described.

In Roland's view, the elf is more beautiful than Antis, and her appearance is even with that of a queen dressed in white, bathed in the moonlight.

Pokémon's expression was cold and drenched, looking like everyone owed him 300 gold coins, but it didn't affect his temperament in any way.

“Are you the Golden Sons willing to accept my mission?” The elf's gaze swept everyone around and ended up on Betta: “Would you like to introduce yourself, Your Excellency? ”

Beta was a little surprised.

Others are also quite surprised, why does this elf think Beta is their ‘leader’? Shouldn't Hawk be the leader?

Roland thought about it and immediately understood that it was supposed to be the ‘nobility of the Divine Descent’ that was taking effect.

In the eyes of the NPCs, Beta is a nobleman.

And as the rank rises, so does Beta's ‘nobility'.

Berta also thought about her career characteristics, and he immediately responded, smiling, “Our information is not important, as long as we can accomplish the task. Your Excellency must be Anse. ”

Anse nodded.

And Berta asked, "Can we get the details of the mission? to facilitate our targeted measures! ”

“No problem.” Anse, with his hands behind his back and his figure pulled up, looked around at the crowd and nodded at the end: “Yes, indeed, a few of you should come with me. ”

He proactively walked ahead, and the crowd found that where Anse was passing, the grass bushes with high knees would break up a trail ahead of time, as if the plants were making way in Anse.

It's the elves… the sons of nature.

Anse took the task force into the forest, and after a few minutes of turning, he came to the shores of a small lake, densely forested, where there was a tree house.

The outer layer of the tree house is oil tone, it looks very small outside, it really goes inside, but it is found quite wide.

Wooden furniture is everything and there is a clear scent of trees in the house.

Anse asked everyone to sit down and opened their eyes for a moment, saying: "Actually, I'm not a conservative, I'm from the radical Rage of Nature group. ”