Mages Are Too OP

The players were a little surprised to hear Anse.

Their first reaction was that it was a trap, but at best the expression was a little stiff and there was no excessive behavior.

After all, they will not really die, even if it is a trap, just call them back when they are resurrected.

Anse sees the players looking wonderful, but all calm and happy nodding.

He went on to say, "Although I'm a radical, I think they've gone too far. ”

When they heard the elf tell the story, the players sat down looking for a chair, but only six chairs in the room and Anse sat on one himself, so four players sat on the floor, one of whom was Schuk, while Margaret sat on his thigh, occasionally in arrears.

Anse's gaze fell on Margaret's head, and there was a lovely pair of dragon horns, and his expression changed slightly, and he went on to say, "Just six months ago, our anger of nature, at the Urganda border, wiped out a human village, from old to young, from man to woman, one without leaving, about two hundred people. Not even the baby was spared, just because one of the villagers in that village had trafficked us elf women. ”

As soon as that came out, all the players looked different, the players sitting on the ground, all standing up.

Including Shook, Margaret was directly bounced by him, who jumped in shock.

But she didn't blame Shook, but stared at Anse angrily. If Anse hadn't spoken, how could Shook have been surprised?

Feeling Margaret's uncomfortable gaze, Anse felt that her brain was a little tight, and no one would feel too comfortable if a dragon stared at her like this.

Beta asks indifferently: "Is it true? ”

“I don't have to lie about these things. I'm an elf myself. Anse said painfully:" The original purpose of nature's wrath was to punish demons who destroy nature, forests, rivers, or pollute the earth with evil magic. But now, the purpose of nature's wrath is to slaughter humans, to think that humans are heretics of the world and poisonous tumors that destroy it. ”

Anse held his face in his hands and could not see his expression, but people could still hear the endless loneliness and disappointment in his voice.

Everyone can generally appreciate how this elf feels.

The ideals of one's own worship are destroyed, and the organization of faith runs counter to the original philosophy.

If there's anything worse than death, it's mostly what Anse is going through right now.

After a moment of silence, Anse lifted his face in his hands: “Two months ago, another village was killed, and half a month ago, they massacred a town. About 3,000 people, none of them alive. They were insane, irrational, and a dozen days ago, a brother in the organization questioned their legitimacy, and they brutally murdered them, burying the body directly by the lake and turning it into a tree. ”

The look on everyone's face became ugly when they heard about it.

Roland couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, we don't doubt you, but what evidence can you provide? ”

Anse seemed to have guessed that someone would ask, and he put a blank diagram on his desktop, which was a map.

And then he pointed to the three X's on the map: “That's what I'm talking about, places that were massacred by the organization, you can go and see for yourselves. ”

The crowd exchanged their eyes and finally Betta said, "Give us a few days to think about it. ”

Anse nodded: “That's natural. ”

Several people walked out of the tree house to the outskirts of the forest, and Roland built a stone building on the flat with demons, and everyone went inside.

Betta and a friend of the Silver Wings Guild, both of them took out tables and chairs at the same time, as well as fruit and wine, and... barbecue.

Everyone ate slowly, no one spoke, and Roland finally said, “How many points do you think Anse said were true? ”

“Five points.” Shuck put down the barbecue in his hand and said slowly, “Anyway, we have to investigate this, and I don't want to be a piece or a tool in someone else's hand. ”

At this time, a soldier from the Silver Wings Guild said: "Whatever tools he doesn't have tools for, the epic task is done. Anyway, it's not civilians or humans who want to kill, it's just elves. ”

Roland sighed: "Aren't you afraid this is a trap mission that will turn our camp inclination from neutrality to goodness and evil? ”

The warrior stopped talking at once.

Everyone used to brush the forum, and now there are players in the forum who have spoken out about their ‘task trap’.

One player was a mission maniac, who was picked up by the mission, and was led one step by a very insidious NPC to kill a lot of innocent people.

It was not until the camp tended to change from neutral goodness to chaotic evil that it reacted.

And he is now wanted by the game system… several players have been tasked with 'Killing the Evil Golden Son to Zero'.

Mission experience is also high.

Now this player can't even delete the number. Once he enters the Temple of Life, he can't even trigger the system function of "Delete".

Can only be killed once by other Maniac players.

Nobody wants to be like that.

“Then let's split up three ways to see where Anse gave it.” Shuck suggested, "Me and Margaret go the farthest away, you split up into two groups, the other two places. ”

Hawk stood beside him and said, "I'm afraid what we see is just what the elf wants us to see. ”

Roland smiled, "But in any case, there will always be traces, and you can always be cautious. ”

Everyone nodded and thought it was a good idea.

Then the crowd quickly filled their stomachs and split into three paths to go.

Shook rides Margaret, turning into a black dot in the sky at an extremely fast rate.

Betta looked up and was extremely envious: “It's good to be able to fly around. ”

Roland laughed and said, "Why don't we learn some wind flying magic in the future? ”

“The magic a magician can awaken is random except for a few dragon blood magic is fixed.” Betta sighs: "The chances of learning wind flying magic are small. ”

“Then learn to make a magic scroll, then learn to fly magic magic model, and then fly with the scroll yourself.” Roland suggested.

Though Roland himself is not yet able to make a magic scroll, he sees this knowledge in the Magic Tower library.

So, it's always good to read more books, to have more knowledge, to have a plan for your future.

Betta nodded: “That's it. ”

Then the four of us set out.

Roland's team, besides Beta, is the soldier named Sur, and the priest who was struck with little temper.

According to the map given by Anse, they are going to walk to that small village, at the speed of ordinary people, for at least two days.

But they are professionals, they are much stronger than normal people themselves, and most importantly, they do not need rest.

They were on the road continuously and couldn't keep up with their strength, so they walked and ate. The hard part was only one day and one night, and they arrived at their destination.

As the sky dawned, more than twenty dilapidated thatched houses, as well as several low red brick houses, appeared in front of them.

In the distance, you can see a lot of birds jumping around on a broken roof, squealing and squealing.

The village is quiet.

The crowd came to the entrance of the village and found that the wooden fence surrounding the entire village had been severed.

Then, in sight, was a white bone in a broken linen coat that landed on a dirt road in the village.

Some bones also have some dried black meat attached to them, and there are obvious scratches on the bones that the beast has bitten.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there's a faint smell of rot in the air.

Roland subconsciously covered his nose and walked in.

As they go deeper, they see more white bones. There are adults and children less than a metre tall.

Sur's expression became ugly, and Betta was just like it.

The faces of Roland and the Reverend seemed normal.

It just seems!

The bodies were exposed to the ground, blown by the wind and rains, eaten by the beasts, and had already been cleansed and could not smell at all.

The so-called faint rotten smell is actually just a psychological illusion.

Roland figured it out and let go of the hand covering his nose.

He stood in front of a dead well and looked around, saying, "Look at the bodies around you and see if you can find anything. ”

Four people spread out and came back half an hour later, almost all picking a white skull with a wooden stick.

“No weapons were found, but I found that most of the skulls of the bodies had a hole in them," Berta said. ”

He showed the skull on his stick.

The other three will show the skull that the other three will get, and the skull that the four of them will get, although the holes are not the same, does have a hole that's about the same shape, about the width of an adult thumb.

Roland grabbed the skull with the magician's hand, and he said in detail for a moment: “I didn't find any weapons in the area I was exploring, and all the skulls had vertebral holes, which showed that they were indeed killed by sharp little sharps. ”

“Arrow!” Betta answered.

Sul frowned: “But I didn't see any arrows, I fired so many arrows, there can't be any left, they took them all away. ”

“I've seen in the book that elves are naturally magical, their arrow masters don't need arrows at all, they can form directly with magic...” Roland said here, frowning suddenly: “Wait, what's this smell? ”

Roland turned around, looked left and right, and finally looked into the well in front of him, and gradually his expression became gloomy.

The blue magician's hand scouted down and pulled a large barrel out of the well.

The barrels were on the floor and the crowd surrounded them.

There is a corpse in the barrel that rots to the point where it is about to turn into water, and although it is completely invisible, it should be a child as young as two or three years old in shape.

The body was thin, scarred, and skinny. Even if it's eroded, there's not much juice.

Although the smell is getting stronger in the air, no one is covering their noses.

Roland looked at it for a while and squeezed his right hand fist tightly, but his voice was very light, as if he feared waking the child: "It was starving to death. ”

Sur and the Reverend's eyes instantly turned red.

Betta turned around and kicked the little tree around her in two with one leg, her face twisting and screaming a torn heart.

“Fuck!”

Surprised birds around the village took off in pieces.