Mages Are Too OP

Bloodline has always been a mysterious, shady, powerful image.

Apart from the Dragons, almost exclusively the bloodline can bring the greatest deterrent to mankind.

But the Dragons are too small to be seen once in a lifetime.

And the bloodline, which depends on the survival of humans, although there is such a grass star as the Reverend of Light, with all its special abilities, they live quite well, and the community is slowly growing.

As hunters, their feelings for humans have always been disdainful.

After all, no creature can appreciate its own food.

Even the saints, the Reverend of Light, did not treat them as prey, but as terrible creatures, trying to destroy them.

That's a priority, so even with natural enemies like samurai, they don't feel inferior to human food.

But what about these golden sons?

Look at their eyes, no fear, no fear, just one kind of sight... and the way they look at an incredible teenage girl, the way they look at an incredible blood.

That's how you look at food.

With that in mind, Bruce got angry.

“Everyone increases the power of the demon to output and kill them all. I don't believe they can be resurrected indefinitely! ”

The other vampires, like Bruce, see.

So an offensive emotion appears in their minds, and with that comes an unprovoked anger.

I was accustomed to seeing the blood of humans higher up, and for the first time, I was inspired by the blood.

They pour out all their magic, and the vampires, who have consumed it, even draw their swords and plunge them into the ground, the Golden Sons.

And Bruce also augmented the power output, and that black tornado not only got bigger, but moved faster.

More and more players are caught up in it and then cut into pieces and thrown out.

Somehow the ground was covered with plasma.

But the plasma was quickly burned by a lot of magic flames and turned into black mud. As long as a vampire comes down from the air, those long-awaited melee players, like a wolf, jump on it, even if they are hit by magic, even if they are cut by a sword, they will die holding the vampire and knock each other to the ground.

Then he shouted, "I got him. Who's going to burn him?" ”

Then, when a magic flame burned, the melee player rolled aside, rolled over, and immediately a player came to help him put out the fire.

And that burning vampire will be surrounded by more magical flames.

The bone powder will burn in just a few minutes and then a group of people will rush over to 'suck’ the bone powder.

Bruce saw with his own eyes that a golden son from a melee occupation had been magically blown to pieces and pulled to climb with his hands. His guts dragged to the ground and looked disgusting. He cried out in a middle-aged manner as he climbed: “For the sake of the disabled, save some for me, I have no legs, even if I have no credit, I have no hard work. ”

Then the golden son climbed up next to the blood family that burned the bone powder, succeeded in sucking the bone powder, and then laughed three times, then twisted his head and hung up.

Bruce sees the scene and gets angrier, but he feels chilly more and more.

He augmented the demonic power output again, and the black tornado rose dramatically, and then he waved his left hand and another black tornado appeared.

The player's mortality rate has risen in a straight line and even many vampires have been affected.

Outside the dark sky, Roland sees many players resurrected from simple sacrifices.

Then another commander-like player roared: "BOSS two skills are on, we're halfway there, let's go. ”

Once again, the players cheered, excitedly rushing into the dark sky.

Outside the mountains, more players rushed in.

“It's over. I can't eat meat. Drink some soup. ”

A team of players screamed and ran over from Roland and Jeria.

“Are you sure you don't want to go down there?” Jeria asked.

“No need." Roland shook his head: “If it was a legendary level, it might not be helpful to fill in more people, but it was just a master vampire, no legend, and in half an hour they'd run away. ”

“So those people on the hill are just waiting for the bloodline to escape?” Jeria refers to a group of players standing on the mountains around the basin.

“Should be. ”

At this time, almost everyone stood on the roundabout hills around the basin.

Most of them come late, and they don't go in there to make a scene, they stay on the hill.

Vampires bat and fly fast, but not at altitude.

If they want to get out of here, they have to fly over the mountain peak, at a relative altitude that's definitely only a dozen meters, or just a few meters.

Player archers and netted thieves can net them with their eyes closed.

It's called strain keeping rabbits.

In the dark sky, Bruce's two black tornadoes don't know how many players they killed.

This is a powerful and powerful way to attack magic.

Even a trained army should collapse at this point.

But the Son of Gold came from beyond the darkness of the sky.

And they seem to have gotten used to the rhythm of battle and are getting more and more aggressive.

More and more blood families are being drawn to the ground and burned into bone powder.

Bruce finally found himself making a fatal mistake.

Why are you vomiting with a bunch of monsters you can't kill?

Now less than half of his own people are dead.

All burned to ashes.

His red eyes sparkled again, and two tornadoes spinning at extremely fast speeds swept large players away.

He opened his mouth, revealed his long fangs and made a sharp whistle.

The sound was harsh, but it spread throughout the battlefield.

Many vampires immediately turned into bats and flew up.

“They're getting away!” There are players shouting: “How can this be, it's all gold coins, who will stop them? ”

At least thirty fishing nets were thrown up, along with countless arrows and magic missiles.

Unfortunately, only three vampires were unlucky, netted down, and the other arrows and magic missiles only struck a few small bats.

Bruce looked at this golden valley, filled with flesh and blood, and his eyes filled with pain.

This is their home, their home for centuries, but today, they were forced by a bunch of monsters to leave their homes!

“I'll be back soon. ”

Bruce glanced down at the castle, turning into a myriad of big bats, flying into the sky.

“Is BOSS running away too? ”

A group of players face each other below.

Though mentally prepared, this game is completely different from the one they've played before, seeing BOSS escape still makes it a little difficult for them to accept.

50 points!

Just waiting for Bruce to fly halfway and find something wrong.

Bats rained in the sky, and the first people to fly fell down with arrows or were thrown down by a fishing net.

What's going on?

Bruce rushed out of the dark sky himself, and then saw the golden son standing in a circle on the mountain in the ring.

When!

Bruce suddenly remembers what Winger said: at least a thousand Golden Sons will come.

There's more than a thousand here!

And Roland saw these big black bats, and the corner of his mouth snapped: "It's my turn. ”