Mages Are Too OP

The man with the bow was wearing a leather coat and his hair was messy, and he was almost stuck in a dirty braid.

They also have a slight camel shape, a very dull temperament, and a dead-end smell.

The players are different, because they think of the world as a game, and they don't really die. Most of the players are full of lively and upward qualities. Even some special professions, such as bandit assassins, etc., have a peculiar taste. It's cold and sedentary and professional.

It can only be deathly desperate, as if there was no hope.

After all, players have a way back.

Even if this character doesn't work, NPC forces are hunting it wildly, it's a big deal to delete the character and rehearse it.

So players can't be dead-end.

The magic flame is still burning not far away, and it will take at least half an hour to extinguish.

And Jason and other members of the Silver Wings Guild, even the iron coat on their bodies, was burned, let alone their bodies.

You can't even find the ashes.

Roland was too lazy to wait for him to come back, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare come back with him in the future to find the prick.

He then cast his gaze towards the magic spider and tracked the past, estimating the distance.

The sneaky archer ran fast and quickly out of the reach of the magic spider.

After all, Roland's mental power is also limited, and there is the greatest distance between controlling the Magic Spider and receiving images of the Magic Spider coming back.

Spacebubbles swallowed him up and sprayed him out.

The whistling wind rushed into the sky with him and instantly vanished into the sky.

Roland didn't fly very high, he could see the trees beneath, like running water, chasing the spiritual mark of the magical spider. Less than a minute later, Roland saw a man running in the woods, hiding in the moment.

And the spiritual mark of the magic spider, just a little behind this man.

That's him.

Roland's mind moved and the space bubbles projected him directly to the ground.

His whole person turned into a white light, and the sound of high-speed flights, like a thunderbolt, fell directly on the ground.

Huge momentum pulled up all the matter more than ten metres around Roland, and the furthest trees were forced down to the ground by the wind.

And the archer reacted very quickly, and as Roland was about to fall to the ground, he had already turned at right angles and immediately fled in the other direction.

Running nervously and quickly, looking back.

After the strong wind, the smoke swept around.

The bowman showed some surprise on his dead face, which he would exaggerate after the first time he saw a man fall from the air.

But the more so, the more he fled with all his strength.

This man is clearly a monster.

He just didn't wait for a few steps, and suddenly he saw something in the dust that seemed to inspire him, and there was hidden white light.

Strange times, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in front of me.

As an agile professional, the specialty of 'intuition reactions' came into play at this moment, when he instinctively jumped and saw a white ice ring almost rubbing over his feet.

Then he saw himself more than ten meters in front of him, a magician in a black robe smiling and sticking a finger to himself.

It was like a blue Oracle missile in a rainy spot, like a flower in front of him.

You can't borrow in the air, you can't avoid it.

But this is actually just a delusion. People instinctively "exaggerate" things that are stronger than their own power and that are easily harmful to them. In the eyes of the bow owner, there are only 24 archery missiles.

But that's enough.

The aerial missile, which erupted as if it were a shotgun, covered an enormous area of space, and the archers who jumped in the middle of the sky were submerged directly by the wave.

A few archaeological missiles hit him, knocking him back from the air, hitting a big tree, and slipping down.

The man is not dead, even struggling to get up.

Professionals do have a lot more vitality than ordinary people, and when ordinary people get hit with so many aerobic missiles, they will definitely turn into a mess.

Roland slowly walked forward.

The bowman grinned and stuffed something in his mouth.

Roland raised his hand in two successive episodes: the antidote and the cure for minor injuries.

The bow owner ate poison. This face was just starting to turn green. It was immediately disinfected by antidote, and another magic was slowly healing the bow owner's body.

The bowman showed some surprise on his dirty face covered in black mud.

“It's not that easy to want to die.” Roland gently said, "Speak of the man who commanded you, and I can let you go. ”

The bowman slowly stood up, he threw away the bow in his hand, pulled a dagger out of his back, and laughed coldly: "It's such a preacher to treat me as an assassin and still let me go. ”

Listening to the strange voice of the other party, Roland continued, not feeling comfortable: "I can vouch for that with my personality. ”

Huh!

Disdainfully grinning, the assassin made an offensive gesture, pounds of intent erupted.

Roland helplessly said: “You are seriously injured now, even if there is a cure, it will not be as soon as possible. You are not my opponent, besides, I am the son of gold. You are lucky to kill me, I can do the same...”

At this point, the assassin smiled as if the plot had succeeded, and the dagger in his hand plunged into his heart.

Roland's stuck.

The assassin then forcefully sliced the dagger across and cut half his heart open, spraying bright red blood outward like spring water.

The assassin's smile solidified on his face and his body flashed behind him.

The magic of healing minor injuries alone cannot be saved from such serious injuries.

Roland stunned for a while and said depressingly, "Dead man. ”

He bounced his fingers, the mud poured over him, poured his body into the ground, sort of gave him a burial place, not to the wilderness, eaten by the beast.

Roland silenced for a while and flew back into his magic tower.

At this time, another post was published by Roland, who had just crushed a dozen players of the Silver Wings Guild.

"It's so uneven. My hands and feet are cold. What do you want from a soldier?"

Although an exaggerated title was taken, the content was quite simple and rude, and nothing was said, which was to put a video on it.

It was Roland who hung more than a dozen Silver Wing Guild fighters within a minute, the entire video was black and white, and accompanied by a desolate sound of mourning. Especially Jason's ‘cheating dog' incompetent rage, which emphasised his extreme frustration and anger using repeated and slow 'ghost animal processing' methods.

Looks painful, cold hands and feet, always wants to laugh.

The players replied with a heavy heart and received the most likes, which is the sentence.

‘Hell is empty, the devil is in the world.' ’