Mages Are Too OP

When Christina and another team of horses left the cave, Bruce opened his mouth to the little bat hanging on the stone wall.

He could see two long pointed teeth in his mouth.

And the latter burst of red magic sprayed out of his mouth, not directly into the little bat.

The body of the little bat immediately began to expand, and as soon as it became about the size of an adult pig, it was divided into a hundred little bats flying in the cave, chirping, and the sound of wings, noisy.

Bruce frowned slightly, and even the bloodline could hardly bear the noise.

But after a while, the bats came back together and ended up on the floor as a dark-haired, blue-eyed little boy.

Preschooled Edmund knelt on one knee and almost cried: "Thank you, Lord Bruce, for your help. ”

“Hmm.” Bruce nodded and coughed before continuing: “I know you have a heart of gratitude. But you don't have a collaborative mind, that's not good. My Bruce blood family, when love and mutual help are at the core, and people move in and out together, this is the premise of a big family. You don't get used to Christina, and I can see that, mostly because she robbed me of most of my favorites. ”

Edmund shook his head hard: "Lord Bruce, I don't think so anymore. ”

“Fine.” Bruce nodded with great comfort: “You are all my children, I treat everyone equally, don't worry too much. You're less than half your strength now. Rest for a few days. If you need virgin blood, go to Colmont and get better as soon as possible. Our family needs you. ”

Edmund's near cold vampire body actually shed tears: "Yes, Lord Bruce. ”

Bruce sighed a long time after Edmund, the child, left: "A little tired. ”

He closed his eyes to rest, and shortly thereafter a young male lineage appeared next to him.

Unlike the shady temperament of other bloodlines, although the complexion of this male bloodline is also pale, he has a more sunny, lively and spiritual taste that emanates from the soul.

Instead of courting Bruce, he handed him a copy of a precious blank book and said, "Sir Bruce, these are some of my thoughts that I hope will help you. ”

“Three years of implementation, five-year plan"? ”

When he saw the title on the cover of the manuscript, Bruce turned the page and looked at it slowly.

And the male bloodline said with seriousness: "From my month-long observation in the tribe, I found a lot of problems in the tribe. First of all, there are institutional shortcomings, which need to be addressed slowly, and now the first problem is to solve the production of food and then the quality of food. ”

Hearing this, Bruce asked back, "What do you think? ”

“I find that a lot of people suck blood too easily and suck girls dry when they're not careful. I've looked at it more than a hundred times to determine that this is a bulimic instinct that often results from starvation, and if we can provide a stable, regular dietary environment that we believe will make our brothers and sisters more peaceful, our food survival will increase dramatically. ”

Bruce asks curiously, "What can you do to provide a stable source of food? ”

“It is simple to improve the living conditions of the virgins, give them more space for movement, and allocate virgins among them who are more inclined to us, with some leadership, to manage them and reduce their fear of us. ”

“What's in it for you? ”

“Happy living will improve the quality of their blood, and their ability to produce blood will improve.” This young lineage smiled: “Most importantly… this is our first step in bringing them up as a family. ”

Bruce questioned, “What's the use of turning food into a tribe? ”

“Don't underestimate the power of human women.” Young blood laughs ambiguously: "Just pick some of the little human girls to grow up with and instill in them the notion that they are family members and unite with our blood, so that they are our best companions and our strongest contradictions and contradictions. ”

Bruce's eyes got this up: “Interesting what you said. You must be a big shot in the Golden Son. ”

“No, I'm an ordinary graduate student...” said the young blood family laughing: “In terms of the concept here, it's the scholar. ”

“Scholar?” Bruce startled: “That's amazing? What are you familiar with? ”

“Social community relations! ”

“What is this thing? ”

“It is a study of the relationships, influences, and ways of dealing with powerful and disadvantaged communities. ”

Bruce nodded slowly: "That's why you came to our bloodline, willing to be one of us from the Son of Gold, to study how we live with humans? Providing data for your own research? ”

“This is just part of the reason.” The young blood family laughed and said, “Another reason is the potential of the blood family, it's really big, and I have a dream of being strong. ”

Bruce nodded: “Son, I think you're entitled to call me Father. ”

“Sorry, I refuse.” The young bloodline immediately waved, "My parents are alive. ”

Bruce sighed: “What a shame. ”

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Yelia and Roland appear on the side peaks of a mountain.

He pointed deep into the mountains and said, "There are two vampire lairs. I'll be coming in through the front entrance, behind the mountain, at an exit, right here. ”

Jeria put the map in front of Roland.

“You can't let two vampires go after you kill them in the back and clamp them back and forth. ”

In Jeria's eyes, there was some anger: "I dared to do whatever I wanted near my land, and I was tired of living. ”

Roland smiled softly: "Okay, just follow this plan. ”

Yelia is quite responsible, and in general, frontal attacks will encounter more resistance, while those who copy the back roads will encounter less risk.

“Remember, if you meet two vampires, don't hesitate, do your best, they're good at mental magic, and you're afraid of illusions. ”

“Got it!” Roland nodded.

Then the two separated, Roland followed the map's instructions, came to the back mountain, looked for a meeting, and found a cave covered in weeds, with an iron gate stuck.

Open the weed, Roland pushed, found the iron door closed very dead, checked again, found a gap about a finger wide below the iron door.

Roland threw a little magic spider down, and the spider crawled into the iron gate from the bottom gap.

And then a picture comes to mind.

Roland then pressed the magician's hand into a flat shape, drilled in through the lower gap, and returned to the appearance of his normal palm.

Then the magician's hand opened the bolt on the iron door, and Roland pushed harder, and the door opened.

A strange smell of urine came out of it.