Mages Are Too OP

The carriage roams toward its destination.

After all, yesterday was almost a night of heavy rainfall and the road became muddy due to the poor condition of the road.

Roland was able to use cement to make the roads smooth initially, but then they slowed down as soon as they reached their destination.

Because his magic is coming to an end.

Unlike last night when we fought with female vampires, a large area of road repair would of course drain a lot of magic. If we had to make a comparison, last night he was moisturizing with a small pipe, and now he's throwing magic out with the amount of water from the hydrant.

Lorraine gave up watching herself fall a third of the amount of blue and looking at the mud trail in the front pit.

Take your time.

Forty kilometers to reach the target city, but it didn't take five hours to get 30 kilometers out.

Everyone had to rest in the little woods by the road.

Getting out of the carriage and stepping on the wet grass, it was yellow mud, and although these delicate and habitual magic apprentices felt uncomfortable, the patient reconnoitred the neighborhood.

After making sure there were no anomalies around, Jerry dried the ground of the cantonment site with flame magic.

Then we put up a circle in a carriage, and again last night, we built a rain shelter, and a few people worked together to build a pit and start a fire.

When they were done, Roland began to use his remaining magic to build another large circle of rock walls around them to cover them.

Although Roland did build rock bags that were rain-proof and made the magic apprentices feel like they were doing this, Roland wanted them to do it right.

After all, this is the ‘homework' of study tour. You have to do it. You can't say the teacher will, students don't have to do it.

It's a two-yard thing.

Roland looks at himself and sees the blue bars on the bottom, bites his teeth, takes the back blue gear out of the system backpack, and changes it for himself.

Suddenly a blue-light man came out.

The drivers dared not look directly, and the magic apprentices looked at the worship and envy.

Andonala had hot eyes, as if she were blushing.

Only Roland himself felt embarrassed.

But there's no way... he expects that vampire to come back tonight. After all, he has read several books in the library that mention that vampires have a strong sense of vengeance.

Last night he arranged for the female vampire to blow up, too, if it was himself.

But I can't arrange it. I can't let her get in the bag and kill someone.

Magic apprentices began to eat and fill their bellies, and Roland slowly ate the beef jerky.

Start resting as soon as you finish eating. The ground was dried this time, so the apprentices laid blankets on the ground and lay down to sleep.

Last night they sat up all night, then rode another day in the carriage, rocked around, feeling like they were getting tired from breaking up.

Six magic apprentices soon fell asleep.

Sitting behind Roland, right next to him, she took a small bite of dry food and slowly asked: "Was the enemy strong last night? ”

“A little.” Roland nodded.

Because last night the Magic Apprentice and Andonala and others stayed in the rock bag and had no idea what was going on out there.

Before coming out of the bag in the morning, Roland also infiltrated the bag with magic, sinking three broken mercenaries into the mud swamp before converting the mud swamp into stone.

So the magic apprentices only know it's dangerous out there, but they don't know exactly what happened.

“It's time to put me on the field.” Andonala shook her white hand in front of Roland: “I am a master swordsman, few of whom are my opponents throughout Hollywood. ”

“That's a vampire. ”

Andonala looked stunned and lost: “Well, it's kind of hard. ”

The Great Swordsman is amazing, fast and has a wide range of swordsmanship skills.

But the problem is, vampires are dark magic creatures, they fly, they turn bats, and the stronger ones get fogged, and the Great Swordsman is a purely physically offensive profession, and on top of this stuff, they're a little weak. Unless the Great Swordsman has a weapon in his hand that enchants the 'Soul Damage' effect.

And against dark magic creatures, the three practitioners are the experts.

The two chatted very quietly and did not impress the others.

After the meeting, Andonala also fought.

Roland said to her, "Go to sleep, too. I keep watching the night. ”

Andonala nodded.

She knew Roland didn't need to sleep, so she didn't argue, pulled a blanket over, lay around Roland and clothes down.

I'll be asleep soon.

Roland sat down and started brushing the forum again.

And three magic spiders were hiding in trees near the rock bundle, monitoring the surroundings.

About two hours later, Roland quit the forum because a spider had sent the image.

Unlike last night, it's a great night.

The silver moon is round, and there are no clouds in the night sky, and the bright moonlight brightens the woods.

And then a bunch of black bats, like flying out of the moon, circled three times around the mask and turned into a woman.

The spider sent Roland the picture of her face, and she was the woman last night.

But instead of wearing a black dress this time, she changed into a long, low-shoulder red dress.

The delicate round white jade shoulders reflect slightly under the moonlight.

How much this woman likes to wear a long, open shoulder dress. Roland snapped in the rock bag.

And the woman looked at the rock bag and revealed a smile.

Vampires have a very sensitive sense of smell, not worse than werewolves.

So even after a day, she can smell it and track it down.

She felt that the people in the rock bag had a kind of acquiescence, so she went for the acquiescence, until she defeated ‘it', didn't kill it, and humiliated it with words.

Kind of a match for the enemy's mercy.

Then she pointed her finger at the bag… less than two seconds later, the other party's magic counterattack came.

The woman's smile grew bigger and bigger with a big red dress, as if the rose demon had been reincarnated.

Like last night, the formation was soft, hard and soft.

It's just that this time the woman didn't feel as desperate as she felt last night, and gradually, she began to enjoy the pleasure of fighting each other.

And instead of clinging to a fixed area, she flew in and out of the rock bag, pointing her fingers in a mess and light-yellow circle of ‘color blocks' on the rock bag.

These blocks then quickly change back to their original colors.

The woman smiled, ‘painted’ a flower on the rock bag, and the flower disappeared.

She drew a rabbit, and the rabbit disappeared.

This feeling of play hasn't passed for centuries, she's in a better mood. When she wants to draw a dragon again, she suddenly stops. The smile suddenly becomes cold and turns around and looks at the direction of the moon.

Not long ago, a group of bats flew out of the moonlight, chirping and turning into a man in front of her.

Black-haired, thin cheeks, though handsome in appearance, exude a gloomy atmosphere.