Mages Are Too OP

Jeria threw up two bites of blood, and he gave himself a minor wound healing procedure, and then stood up and looked around at the exaggerated volcanic fire scene.

“That's too powerful.” He turned his head to Roland and looked at what you were looking at as a rare treasure: “My gold coin is ready, you give me the model as soon as you get back. ”

Roland smiled and said, "No problem. ”

Five hundred gold coins, a lot of money.

You can do a lot of things in the game even if you don't replace it with a soft sister coin in real life.

Speaking of money... Roland suddenly remembers something.

He went back to the forum and sent another post.

Some Things About Dealing With Vampires

He talked about the weakness of vampire photophobia, fear of fire and electricity, and told the physics profession to pay attention to vampires becoming foggy and unaffected by physical harm.

And then at the end of the post, he wrote, "Vampires burned to death by high temperatures, their bone powder is valuable, about 50 gold a kilo." It's priceless now, and of course, if vampires die a lot, and bone powder appears a lot, of course, there will be price fluctuations,

But the problem is that Holevon is just a small country, and it can't be eaten here, and there's France, and there's big countries like Uruguay.

There are also plenty of magicians and alchemists, vampire bone powder, never short of buyers.

As soon as this post came out... the forum boiled directly.

The players were already very interested in the task. After all, this is the first time they've heard of it. It's always good to take some first.

Besides, vampires are a little wealthy anyway.

Many guilds have formed thieves specializing in theft and treasure discovery, and are just about ready to leave.

As soon as Roland came out of this post, he lit a fire directly beneath their ass.

A wave of people rushed to the side of Castle Ricoh.

A pile of fifty gold coins... converted into soft sister coins is close to 800,000.

Grandma's gonna get a vampire to kill her anyway.

This post soon became popular, but few replies were received this time.

Almost everyone goes directly to the forum to contact their brothers and friends after reading the content. Who has time to reply?

Only those players who are really far away will mourn that they shouldn't make it under the post.

Roland went down to the forum and said to Jeria, "Let's go back to the city first. ”

“Okay.”

Jeria looked around, and they came riding two horses, and they were blown up by a big fireball in Roland, and now both horses are cooked meat.

The two had to walk back.

The night came, and Jeria was burning, and his face was a little heavy: "Lord Roland, as you've just heard, the vampire said they had a group, and this time they could come to more than 30 vampires, maybe a hundred next time. Looks like I'm gonna have to go to the rescue club. I don't know if I can make it. ”

Roland waved: “You shouldn't have to ask the club for help. ”

“Why?”

Roland said easily as he walked: "Because I called someone, too. How can I say that I am also a son of gold, find a way to call a group of people to help, but I can still do it. ”

“Approximately how many?” Jeria's face became visibly joyous.

“Probably a thousand. ”

“A thousand professionals?” Jeria stopped and stared at Roland in awe.

Nor is it to blame that Jeria was frightened. A thousand heavily armed elite soldiers, all at great cost once.

And a thousand professionals... how much will it take to get here?

“Lord Roland, I owe you a debt of gratitude this time.” Jeria was happy and helpless.

It is naturally a good thing to get rid of the danger of Castle Ricoh, but it is too difficult to return the favor.

“It's none of your business. I just don't want to be caught up in a bunch of sneaky vampires. ”

Jeria felt that Roland didn't want to invite her credit, so she kept it in her heart and stopped saying anything.

At this time, half a kilometer away, a group of round little bats circled.

They watched the dark sky of more than thirty people open, watched the dark sky broken by an explosion like a small sun, and watched no one escape.

They then flew off quickly and did their utmost to return to the Bruce bloodline in the middle of the night.

Into the cave behind the castle, turned into a young girl, Christina, kneeling in front of Bruce.

She lowered her voice and said what she saw.

“More than thirty children have lost their lives outside the castle?” Bruce couldn't help yelling, even if he had a better temper.

Powerful mental forces distorted the surrounding air, and then the entire cave was shaking, even slightly.

After a while, Bruce suppressed his anger and swayed slightly in the cave, which slowly stopped.

“Good, good!” Bruce stood up and left his seat: “Tell all the people outside to return to the compound, and I will personally lead them to the city of Ligu in three days' time. ”

“It doesn't take three days.” This is when Wenger comes out of the side and says, "Sheikh, retreat now, we have to get out of here. ”

“What do you mean by that?” Bruce squints his eyes and stares at Wenger. “You want to talk me out of this? ”

“My people have found this place.” Wenger said helplessly: "It was Roland who issued the order and now estimates that at least 1,000 Golden Sons are surrounded from all sides. ”

“A thousand?” Bruce's eyes narrowed into a fine stitch.

“This is still a conservative estimate.” Wenger grinned bitterly: “At least 3,000, in my own relatively bold guess. ”

Three thousand professionals, even if they are all LV1, are an immense force.

Not to mention that many of the Golden Sons are now approaching the elite level, the so-called LV4, and there must be a bunch of LV5, or even LV6, that have a dozen of them.

Such a force is pushed flat, it is not difficult to destroy a small country without players' own internal fighting factors.

“On your knees! ”

Bruce suddenly shouted.

Wenger kneels as soon as his legs are soft, but at a critical time, he holds on to the ground, kneeling on both knees turning into one knee.

Wenger's expression was rather painful and distorted at the time.

Something seemed to be forcing his body to be general, and he had difficulty controlling it.

“You're amazing.” Looking at Wenger, who had been fighting his instincts, Bruce laughed softly: “The power of the will was so strong that it could confront the orders of his immediate superiors. ”

“On your knees... on your knees... parents!” Wenger spoke with difficulty and stood up slowly and straightened his back as he tried his best. His face was ugly and his sweat dripped down. He stood alone and did his best: “I still have that self-esteem. ”

Looking at an arrogant winger, Bruce sighed softly: "For your character, forget it this time. Christina, put him in a cell deep in the cave. Don't let him out. ”

“Yes, Lord Bruce. ”