Mages Are Too OP

These green dwarf creatures, who saw ‘people' coming, caused some disturbances, but very quickly a small group gathered together, these low green humanoid creatures, with wooden forks with wooden guns, roaring loudly, and ran out of an unusually high, eight-word stride, quite fast.

Although it looks like these little green people are rushing off, Shiloh is not in a hurry.

Later, the little green man ran off to a short distance in Shiloh, and when he was about to attack, he stopped again.

The lead little green man came a little closer and then relieved himself and said: "Luhahaha, it turns out it was Master Shiloh. ”

Speaking of this dwarf creature, with a green scale, the body of the fish head, when talking, two sharp rows of pointed teeth appeared beneath the lips of the fish, and clear mucus dropped from time to time.

Fishmen are the proxy race of the Fox.

Because of their ugly looks, the fishermen have a low place in the world of the Orcs, which is no less than that of the dogheads.

No Orc wants to live with them, except the Fox.

And the idea of a fox is simple. I don't care if your proxy race looks good or not. I don't have a fox race to look good at anyway.

With this in mind, the Fox are the only higher race of Orcs willing to admit fish.

“Long time no see, Chief Ururu.” Sitting on a giant wolf, Urlovingly laughing: “What about the life of your people? ”

“It's okay.” As the fisherman spoke, there was a snoring bubble in his throat.

Fish people are similar in appearance to other races, but Fox people are naturally sensitive to smell, and they can distinguish between different individuals by taste.

Sirlo glanced around and the life of the fishermen looked good, a lot more than in previous years: “A human magician arrived not long ago and fled after a period of time in our city. ”

“The Human Mage?” The fishermen had white eyes like bulbs, and now they're even bigger: “Here they go again? ”

Shirlow nodded: "So I want you to tour the coast and contact us as soon as you find anything. ”

The fisherman nodded forcefully: "Snoring, I get it. Humans deserve to die. We'll do whatever we can to hold this side of the coast. ”

With the promise of Chief Ururu, Chiro is relieved.

Now his biggest concern is that humans are fleeing the coastline.

The smell of the sea is too heavy, and the human body is covered up, and even if the Fox want to find a human on the shore with the smell, it's quite difficult.

But unlike the fishermen, they are naturally insensitive to the taste of the ocean and sensitive to the taste of 'foreign', perfect for defending the coastline.

Thereafter, Shirlow rode with 500 wolves straight into the western mountains, and a stream of dust smoke shook up behind them.

A short distance from the mountain forest, the Giant Wolf Knight, who ran in front of him, slowed down, and by the time he was with Hill Lozepin, the handsome fox archer said: "Young master, I've smelled that human, he should be hiding in the mountain forest. ”

“Then catch up. Don't let him get away.” Shirlow's expression is quite exciting. The grasslands and mountains are home to the Fox Nation. In essence, they are the fairies of the Low Distribution Edition of the Orc. They just don't have the longevity and talent of the Elf Nation: “The magician's wind and flying technique consumes a lot of spiritual power. From the city to the mountain forest, his magic should consume most of it, and the number of inflictions must have been affected. ”

Then Shirlow raised his hand and shouted, "Everybody, hurry up and don't let the humans get away. ”

Five hundred wolves riding simultaneously shouted.

And Roland is resting on the top of the mountain to restore his magic.

The two-story stone tower still leaves only a vent and locks itself in.

But Roland was smart this time, releasing three magic spiders early to serve as outposts.

One of the spiders climbed to the highest tree on the hill and watched the surrounding area.

Soon, the 500 wolves rode up the dust column, attracting the attention of the magical spider, and then a picture in the spiritual passage reached Roland's mind.

Roland opened the gap in the small building, using a slow fall technique to lighten the scent, climbing easily to the height of the tree, and then saw the Wolf Rider at the foot of the hill.

You're not here for yourself, are you?

Roland doesn't want any trouble in the search for the Magic Tower.

But it didn't work his way, and Roland watched the black dot dwarf on the Wolf Cavalry get off the horse, spread out, surrounded the foot of the mountain, and started walking up the hill.

Looking at the hundreds of little black dots not in the woods at the foot of the mountain, Roland knew things couldn't survive.

I don't know how they find themselves, but there's no need to stay here any longer.

This time he consumed little magic power, and with more than two hours of rest, he was almost full.

The other side dared to send someone to search the mountains to hunt him down, indicating that he was most likely prepared.

Something magical, something special like a no-fly technique.

If you're surrounded, that's not good.

Roland reshaped the stone tower into dirt, then shouted it into the sky, and then a few spacebubbles projected it straight to the sea.

Roland had a lot of movement when he flew, there was no need to say anything when his voice was loud, and the magic fluctuations in space bubbles were quite obvious.

As Roland flew up into the sky, a dozen foxes pointed at Roland with their bows helplessly lowered their weapons.

Roland is flying too fast, not to mention the problem of predicting ballistic trajectories. With such speed alone, arrows can't catch up.

Shirlow had a certain understanding of the magician, who watched Roland sweep over his head at an extremely fast rate and disappear into the sky, and everyone was so stupid that he said, "What the hell is this? ”

And Roland took about four minutes to get to the beach.

He really didn't want to give up, so he came here, maybe he could cross the ocean and find the Red Magic Tower.

It's just not a good time to find a way across the past.

The ocean was vast, and if he really wanted to fly, he had to have a foothold along the way.

While it is true that ice rings freeze a piece of sea water and can make a landing point, the problem is that small floats of ice are of little use in the ocean. Waves in deep sea areas are generally high, and can be a metre or two tall even without wind, and small floats of ice can be easily turned over.

As for the big floating ice... how much magic does that take?

Isn't it paradoxical to find a foothold in the ocean to restore magic, but to create the right foothold, to use a lot of magic?

Besides, the weather in the ocean often changes three times a day. In the unlikely event of a big windy weather, even if it is a large floating ice, it is just a floating pin in the waves.

He stood on the shore, very stubborn.

He was sighing, and his eyes suddenly looked to the left of the coast, and a group of green humanoid creatures came along at a strange pace, and he listened to them roaring.

At first glance, Roland discovered that these human beings were green, had eyes as big as a light bulb, and had a protruding jaw, ugly, and appeared to be living off alien creatures.

“What the hell? ”

Roland had the same exclamation as Shirlow had done before.