Mages Are Too OP

As Roland waited for the fire to go out, he saw Jeria fold back.

The two men met at height, and Jeria looked at the massive volcanic fire and asked, "You made it. ”

Roland nodded.

“What magic?” Jeria has an incredible look in her eyes: "This is already the power of the curse. “

“Little fireball trick. ”

Jeria spat in disgust, and he sat directly on the stone with little image, saying, "Don't be ridiculous at this time. ”

Roland said in all sincerity, "What a little fire ball trick. ”

Jeria turned her head and looked at him. “Are you serious? ”

“Really.” Roland sat on the rock, helplessly saying, “Shall I show you again? ”

“No need.” Jeria waved her hand, and he grabbed Roland's sleeve, his eyes glowing, and said, "Give me the spell model and I'll give you all your money. Five hundred gold coins, that's my savings for over 20 years. ”

“Sure.” Roland laughed. “I'll write it down for you when I get back to town. But I have to explain in advance if you can do this to me, and I can't guarantee it. ”

Now the little fire balloon model, Roland is doing a lot of optimization. There have been many improvements in the speed and power of the Magic Condensation. There is already a big difference between the model uploaded to the forum on the eve of the opening of the game.

This is his pride, selling a thousand gold coins is not too much, 500 gold coins is not too much.

Jeria nodded: "I understand, individual gifts are different. ”

As a magician approaching the master level before the age of fifty, Jeria is, in the eyes of many, synonymous with ‘genius’. But he knew that he was a genius at best, far worse than a real genius.

He had seen a traveling magician before, coming from the Kingdom of France, so that many of the techniques that no one else could or even dared to think about were hands-on.

So Jeria knew that in this world, just do your thing and keep moving, and you don't have to compete with those freaks.

It's just that Jeria hopes to meet a very talented student in the future, even if her achievements stop at the master level, but if she can cultivate a legendary student, she'll be happy to go anywhere and borrow the prestige of the student.

Although I can't compare myself to Roland, and it's impossible, the other person is already so powerful at such a young age, but if my student is much stronger than his student, it's also a matter of honor.

And at this time, the Castle of Ligu, in the Magic Tower.

The magic apprentices on both sides are having friendly exchanges.

Fort Ricoh: What, you're only learning magician's hand now?

Del Bang Fang: Yes.

Fort Ricoh: What's to learn about that thing? Isn't that a basic introductory trick?

Del Bond: The more the foundation, the better the foundation.

Fort Ricoh: Your chairman is too young.

Derbonne: What are you talking about?

Fort Ricoh: We're telling the truth.

Derbonne: Coming or not?

Magic apprentices are mostly young people, and either after nobility or after a big businessman, they are more arrogant in character.

Fort Ricoh feels superior because he thinks he is a local owner and Jeria is clearly older than Roland and should be stronger.

And the six magic apprentices in Del Pont, all of whom are growing up with Roland's hands pulled, have a strong sense of identity and admiration for Roland.

Relevant people are compelled to question the correctness of Roland's point of view.

If neither side can convince the other, that practice is the best proof.

“Go, go to the magic lab. Don't say we bullied you. There are only six of you, and there are six of us. ”

“Yes!”

Both sides ran to the laboratory on the fourth floor and, after a loud noise, unraveled.

A magic apprentice from Fort Ligu stepped out and hooked his finger at Vivian and others, arrogantly saying: “I am Smile, and I know seven first-degree magic things like small fireballs, wind blades, and terrorizing humans. ”

Vivian wanted to come out first. She was the strongest of all magic apprentices.

But the old man Jerry stepped into the middle of the scene, facing the folks at Fort Ricoh, and said, "I'm Jerry, and the six of us go with the teacher, and I'm one of the least successful. ”

More than thirty magic apprentices saw Jerry, an old man, laughing in the dark.

At this age, as an apprentice of magic, it is rare to see how poorly talented he is in magic together.

“I don't take advantage of you either. Next, I'll only use small fireballs against you.” Smile smiled fakefully.

The magic apprentices of Castle Ricoh whispered or covered their mouths to laugh.

They didn't do anything terrific. After all, the other party is the Guest. The necessary respect still needs to be given. You can't laugh.

“I know little fireballs, too, but my magician's hand is stronger.” Jerry said calmly.

Once again, the Fort Ricoh laughed softly.

The magician's hand is a trick that magic apprentices usually use to grab small objects. How useful is a kilogram of lift and grip?

Smile thinks he's going to win this time, and he's playing a little yellow fireball in his hand, looking at Jerry, and he's so proud of what he's going to say.

As a result, a giant blue palm pressed over and grabbed him directly and carried him in the air.

Grabbed by the blue palm, Smile couldn't move, couldn't even fight, and the little fireball disappeared.

Although Jerry's magician's hand, whether it's a grip or a grip, cannot be compared to Roland's tonne, it's almost 300 kilograms anyway.

Such power, grabbing a normal adult, is too easy.

“I won.” Jerry looks up at Smile hanging in the middle of the air: "If I throw hard, it's easy to fall to death, you have to admit that. ”

Smythe, nearly three metres from the ground, had an iron face, but he had to agree with each other.

The other five people on Del Pointe's side, all smiled.

Andonala looked back and thought it was funny to shake her head.

In her view, these magic apprentices fought like children.

And on the side of Fort Ricoh, his face became very blurred.

What the hell is this? The master of the magician?

When Smile admitted defeat, Jerry slowed him down and swept through the magic apprentices of Fort Ricoh.

Nobody's laughing anymore.

“So who's next to me?” Jerry still said in a calm tone.

He learned that tone from Roland because when Roland normally talks, it smells light and cloudy.

The magic apprentices of Fort Ligu faced each other, and after a while, a man finally stood up.

“You're gonna race me, aren't you?” Jerry asked.

The magic apprentice waved hard and said, "I just wanted to ask you what kind of magic you have. ”

The man pointed to the giant blue palm floating in front of Jerry: "What is this? ”

“Hand of the Mage!” Jerry spoke softly.

“It's impossible, the magician's hand doesn't even look like this. It should be like this. ”

A blue translucent palm about the size of a normal person appears, compared to the giant blue palm in front of Jerry.

It's the difference between an infant and an adult.