Mages Are Too OP

A giant cylinder a hundred meters tall, in modern society, is nothing. But in this world, it's a giant building.

And the walls were barely 30 meters tall, so when a hundred meters of giant cylinder stood up, a lot of people in the city discovered it first, and then they looked at it in surprise, attracting more attention, and in less than a few minutes, the whole city discovered this giant cylinder that had suddenly emerged.

Surprise and anxiety are breeding slowly.

Who doesn't know what this thing is for? What if it's for an arrow tower?

Similar ideas emerge from the hearts and minds of many.

A few minutes ago, the owners of Encarte were walking and chatting with the Magic Tower Club Redding.

“Why did you just back off?” The owner asked, somewhat puzzled, "Was the young man Roland good? ”

Redding nodded as he walked: "Not terrific, very terrific. As far as I know, at least two of the city's owners have died in connection with him. And... I also heard my brother say that he took the queen and the king didn't want him. ”

“Wait!”

The owner stood still and turned to Redding: “Is he the legendary Roland? ”

“Should be.” Redding laughed and said, "I can't be tough enough to face someone who can't die and has no lawless personality. ”

If the city owner thinks about it, “I just saw a beautiful woman around him, some familiar, always thought she looked like a queen, didn't think about it, really a queen. ”

The city of Nqat is a remote city close to the border, and access to information can be slow.

Looking back at the queen she remembered, the city owner shook her head helplessly: "I don't want to be in front of that guy if I know he's Roland. ”

“Are you afraid of the city owner? ”

“He can kill two city owners, he can kill three.” The city lord snorted coldly: “I'm not stupid. ”

The two men moved again and headed in the direction of the capital.

Redding followed slowly, and he shrugged for a moment, "What about the gate? ”

“Let's seal it for now. ”

“Not afraid of Roland blowing up the gates? ”

“Not afraid.” The owner smiled: "Although the city of Encarte does have poor intelligence skills, I still know what to know. The Sons of Gold follow a strange rule… fighting back in self-defense. As long as they don't catch them, they don't dare kill anybody. ”

Redding nodded: “I've heard of this rumor, but I don't think it's very reliable...”

Redding suddenly stopped, and he looked out the wall to the west, and his face turned ugly.

“What's the matter?” Asked the owner.

“Strong magic fluctuations.” There's a little cold sweat on Redding's forehead: “Roland, this lunatic doesn't really want to blow up the gates, does he? ”

The owner's face changed and his anger shook: “How dare he... I didn't even touch him? How dare he...”

Normally people don't feel the frequency of fluctuations in magic elements, but the magician can.

In Redding's spiritual perception, a 'magic tsunami' came from outside the city, and a tremendous wave crashed from afar.

“I think we can start...”

Redding wanted to say that the first to escape, that level of magic fluctuations, was simply beyond his control.

If it's just Roland alone, it's not too scary.

The magician has many weaknesses, such as the fact that when the magic runs out of strength, it drops dramatically.

But the problem is that there are dozens of golden sons outside the city, all professionals.

Together, the strength of the city would have been unstoppable.

But a second later, he swallowed the word "escape" into his stomach.

Because of a huge mud cylinder outside the city walls, it is continuing to rise.

And the city owner saw it, and he stunned, and he said, "What is this? ”

Redding didn't answer, because he didn't know, but as long as it wasn't offensive magic, he didn't have to run away.

Once the mud cylinder had risen to 100 metres high, it condensed quickly and turned into a rock column.

“They are…” The city owner sees some doorways: “Is this building a high-altitude stage? ”

Redding's cold sweat grew more and his face was a little pale.

The city lord turned to look at him and asked inexplicably: "Why are you afraid of this? It's not some kind of attack magic, is it? ”

“No, I'm just not feeling well.” Redding smiled dry.

As a magician, Redding knew exactly how horrible that magic fluctuation was just now, and what was even more extraordinary was that it lasted almost two minutes.

The ability to cause such terrible magic fluctuations is bound to have a lot of magic capacity.

Don't say master, the legendary power of the demon is about that level.

Is it true that Roland's hidden power is close to legend?

Redding wiped his forehead off.

Instead of paying attention to Redding, the city owner returned to the city's main house himself.

Redding stood still and walked towards the Tower of Magic.

The owner returns to the main house and walks up to the roof, looking at the rock columns in the distance.

It wasn't long before he saw the columnar gauge create a spiral staircase, surrounded by an upward direction.

Soon after, there were a lot of humanoid black dots going up the stairs.

“It is indeed a high-altitude stage.” The city owner slammed the railing on the balcony: "Son of a goddamn golden son of a bitch, playing with this kind of trick really devalues us to a level with the civilian population. ”

The Lord's eyes bore some blood silk.

Lords with similar ideas to the owners of the city, not many.

Most nobles looked viciously at that cylinder outside the city.

They all understood the Golden Son's intentions and then felt someone slapping their face apart.

Aristocrats… are superior people, whether they live in food, clothing or clothing, or have access to knowledge, unlike civilians.

Born noble and endowed with privileges, nobility has been instilling in the civilian population for centuries, even millennia, a concept that allows them to rightfully sit and enjoy the services of the civilian population and to rightfully exploit all civilians.

And the aristocratic exception, the aristocratic priority, is a concrete manifestation of this concept.

Now, the Golden Sons, it's hard to let them enjoy themselves with the people... damn it.

They are noblemen, how can they enjoy music and drama with those filthy muddy legs!

Without the previous clash, or the other party performing in the city square, they wouldn't mind emptying a space and having fun with the people.

Because they would sit in the carriage and admire it, and there was no conflict between the two sides at that time, and they didn't tear that thin layer of paper apart.

But now… after the siege of their city lords, these golden sons believe that before them nobility should be equal to the people, to the people.

This was to rip the circle of 'nobility first privilege' halo off their heads and step on the mud.

It's so deceitful... really think we nobles are bullies?

The city owner bit his teeth, and he was going to order armor to kill all the golden sons.

But reason kept him going, but his face was getting angry and twisted.