Mages Are Too OP

The artillery was flying fairly fast, but even so, two hours after Roland's flight, the red light point was still pointing to the East.

He stopped and built a small building to rest.

When the blue bars are full, they start heading east again.

Returning to Blue is always no faster than consuming the Blue Volume, so Roland can only fly for two hours without using Ningjin to bully the Reservoir Demon Power, and it takes nearly five hours to get the Blue Volume back.

This is due to a dramatic increase in the amount of blue caused by the upgrade of the rating, and although the return amount of 'Roland's enthusiasm’ specialty has also increased, it is not growing as fast as Roland's amount of blue.

After all, he's full of intellectual growth plus a little.

And the basic damage value of magic, and the upper limit of the growth of blue bars, are all related to intelligence.

According to the instructions of the Black Gem, Roland has been flying eastward.

First, he passed the meadow, flew across the desert, went through storms, thunderstorms, and saw a silver dragon, which, after discovering him, was quite surprised and seemed to want to catch him.

Unfortunately, Roland couldn't catch up. In less than half an hour, Roland dumped him.

Dragons... Roland has no interest whatsoever, and now all he wants to do is find the Red Magic Tower.

Just fly for two hours, then rest for about five hours.

Day and night, for almost four days, Roland estimated himself to have crossed six or seven countries before flying to the sea.

The turquoise, beautiful shallow sea emerges in front of Roland's eyes.

The landscape is beautiful, and even in the middle of the sky, you can see the crystal clear shallow seabed, the colorful landscape and all kinds of marine life.

The beaches are all silver and white, glittering in the sun.

A place like this would definitely be a tourist destination on Earth, but Roland was in a bit of despair.

He slowly fell out of the air and stood on the highest shore reef.

In front of us is a beautiful sea, but also an endless sea.

The sea breeze has a characteristic fish flavor, and Roland's robe roars in the wind.

At last Roland sighed helplessly when he saw the sea level halfway.

If he could find it on land, even farther away, it would take some time at best.

But if it's on the other side of the ocean, it's trouble. If he could fly any longer, he wouldn't be able to fly across the ocean unless it was a strait.

If you don't rest at your feet, you fall into the ocean, you can only drown and feed the fish.

Roland stood still on the reef for a few minutes and then started flying south.

He wanted to find a city, to find humans, to ask about the ocean.

It's best to find a chart. If it's narrow, just fly over.

If it is the oceans of the greater region, then do something about it.

Towards the south, mainly in relatively hot weather, property is more abundant and the likelihood of discovery is greater.

Indeed, as he had expected, he flew for half an hour and discovered a city, with towering walls gleaming blue in the sun.

When Roland flew over the city, he found that the city's architectural style was rather rugged, with uneven grey stones slamming directly into houses or buildings, all with a drummed exterior, low, but also a peculiar aesthetic.

The city is not too big, it's a rectangular layout, about four kilometers long and about three kilometers wide.

Looking down here, you can see the streets below, with dense, numb figures walking around in black spots.

Roland set himself up with an 'unobstructed communication’ and landed on an empty space that looked like a square.

Just as soon as he landed in the square, something went wrong.

People around them have fox-like ears, gray-white hair, and a long, fluffy, gray-white tail.

Men, women and children alike.

Roland looked at them with surprise.

And these people, they look at Roland with amazement.

Then the expression of these people, from curiosity, gradually turned into panic, and the last woman screamed: "Ah... here comes the human magician, run! ”

The scream, like some kind of signal, boiled ‘people' all over the square.

They panicked away from Roland and screamed.

A lot of people don't even want what they have, they throw hard and run away.

And an old man, with his crutches, shouted in alarm: "Pull the children away first, courageous men, and hold this human magician with me. ”

The old man rushed toward Roland, in spite of his panic and his unstable path.

A few middle-aged people tried to escape, but they looked at the scared, crying children, biting their teeth, expressing their fear, crossing the elderly and rushing towards Roland.

The scene is very messy.

Roland stood still and sighed slightly at the ‘people' who were about to punch themselves naked.

Spacebubbles started, and Roland flew to the sky before these middle-aged men jumped in, wiping away a sound and disappearing in the distance.

Despite Roland's departure, the disturbance in the square lasted more than 10 minutes, and soon the city's citizens knew that a human magician had arrived.

The atmosphere of anxiety spread throughout the city.

In the capital, the handsome Master White Fox knelt on one knee in front of a middle-aged man: "Father, allow me to bring 300 elite soldiers to hunt down this human magician. ”

The middle-aged fox sitting high, looking at his son, said slowly, "Hirlo, are you sure you're going to kill him? ”

“No." Young White Fox raised his head and his snow-white hair combed backwards, forming a few braids. This was supposed to be a very feminine haircut, but Young Master looked quite bright: “But Father, we can't back off like this anymore. We must punish humanity a little, we must cut off their flesh and make them feel painful, otherwise we will always be despised by them, captured if we want to, come and end up in slavery. ”

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and thought for a moment, “Don't you have an alternative? The future sheikhs behind you can't risk anything. ”

“Father, there's no one in this city better than me. I'm not going. Who else is going? ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "Go, 300 soldiers are not enough, take 500. ”

“Yes, Father.” Shirlow stood up excitedly.

Got what I wanted, and Shirlow was happy to leave.

He went to the square to sniff, and he took notes of Roland's scents that hadn't completely dissipated.

Then he left town with 500 elite soldiers, riding a giant wolf, and instead of directly hunting Roland, he ran south until he came to the shore where a large number of small houses were built.

Many green-skinned dwarves come and go in and out of the lowly little house.