Mages Are Too OP

Although the Druids had long thought of killing Vincent, it was strange to see him suddenly angry.

Doesn't the other person seem angry because they want to be killed, but because they're praised?

What a freak!

Although the Druids are confused, for a proud rich generation like Vincent, the other side's words are indeed ironic.

Normally, the ability of an elite magician to open a magic shield in two seconds is already a pretty powerful thing.

But the problem is that most players are a little perfectionist inside, and they like to climb higher goals.

And Roland is the pinnacle of the current magician. Almost all magician players think that he is the target, even if he is not a magician player, they will subconsciously use Roland as a reference.

As long as Roland can use the spell, it's all silent flashes.

We do the same, otherwise it's not really about mastering a magic.

Such a simple notion exists in almost every player magician's heart, and Vincent is naturally no exception.

He's been in the Tower for almost a year, watching Roland master more and more spells, and watching Roland's ranks soar.

Now the player's average rating is around LV5, but Roland already has LV7, and is estimated to be fast LV8, and now he is the highest rank in the player.

The upgrade is going fast.

So for Vincent, even a magic shield can't be instantaneous, so what should we do if we encounter an extremely harsh battle environment in the future?

Two seconds, agile enough to kill yourself a few times.

So Vincent felt that they were mocking themselves.

The rich generation's temper was quite grumpy, and Vincent clustered a fireball, about 40 centimeters in diameter, and then ran up with a magic shield.

Only 10 meters from both sides, Vincent flushed three meters, ran directly one by one, and threw the little fireball directly out.

This is a self-destructing little fireball that Roland uploaded to the forum on the third day of the game.

Orange yellow little fireballs float by, not so fast.

But all Druid's faces have changed.

They can feel the powerful magic in this little fireball.

They feel dangerous.

Suddenly, a large number of magic reactions were violently ‘lit’.

A piece of vine grows out of the ground very quickly, very fast, from small to large, from light green to dark green, in just a second.

Like countless tentacles, like countless giant worm flagellas.

These ‘flagella' rolled up the flying fireballs, and then countless vines wrapped around them, forming a giant cocoon, stacked in layers, in which the little fireballs blew apart, but outside the cocoon, only a giant cocoon was seen vibrating, making a strange muffled noise, and there was nothing below.

Vincent is looking forward to continuing his fire ball technique.

But then the vine quickly grew under his feet, wrapped around his feet and wrapped him around his entire body in less than three seconds.

The magic shield makes a squeaky sound and instantly breaks apart.

The vine quickly wrapped itself around Vincent, wrapping him around like running water.

The sound of a broken bone honked and the vines nearly pressed Vincent into a piece of mud.

But these Druids stay a little strong, and Vincent is not dead.

The vines then left behind only one vine, Vincent, who had lost his fighting power.

His whole body was soaked in blood, and apart from his head, there was no more intact flesh, and the broken flesh was like an unformed flesh monster.

But he's still smiling.

This pain is unbearable to the average person, but a tenth of the pain is not enough to make Vincent scream.

Looking at Vincent's smile, the Druids all felt a little chilly.

They don't understand how such a blood man can laugh.

Shinan couldn't figure it out. The first two steps asked: "Aren't you afraid to die? ”

“Why are you afraid?” Vincent's voice is weak, but full of disdain: “It looks like you haven't really investigated who we are. ”

“Then who are you people? ”

“You chose to do it, why should I tell you? Ha-ha-ha. ”

Shinan felt like she was being played, and he reached out his finger and was about to hang Vincent.

But at this point, the air suddenly sends a huge magical reaction, very strong.

A dozen people looked up at the same time and saw a blue fireball shaping rapidly, almost a meter in diameter.

It's not too late to wait for them to marvel at the speed at which their magic builds up, when the fireball blows down.

Hit some behind them.

Distorted?

As these people thought so, the fireball fell and exploded, shocking them directly in the ears, golden in the eyes, and then the huge heat wave directly lifted dozens of people off.

The flames then caught up, and the corners of the magic robes of several people burned directly.

That giant vine was burned in half, and your Excellency stood up like a moth, forming a thick vine wall and blocking the flame.

And the Druids climbed up from the ground, grabbed the flame, and they looked into the air.

A magician in a blue magic robe slowly lowered.

And on the other hand, Vincent has been saved, and there's a golden young lady with long, linen braids, standing in front of Vincent.

“Who are you people? ”

Blackthorn felt something was wrong.

Roland did not speak, but used the magic of 'detecting evil' directly.

Light blue apertures cut across these people.

A dozen Druids face dramatically changed as if fed to shit.

‘Detecting Evil’ is a good piece of magic, but it is used fairly infrequently.

Especially when used by people you don't know or know, the taste of ridicule is abundant.

Detecting evil without saying a word to someone is like a stranger saying directly to another stranger: "I suspect you are a thief, take off your clothes immediately and examine me. ”

More than that, it's a purely personal insult.

If used, not all enemies become enemies.

So even the saints of the Temple of Light will not use it at will.

Detected by evil, in Roland's eyes, these dozen people are actually white light... that's what neutrality means.

Not evil people.

“You bastard. ”

Shinan was the most restless of all Druids, with one hand, using magic, trying to mobilize regional vines, tie the man up and hang him.

But Roland bounced his fingers… a circle of ice swept directly across the nearby ground to make the surface ice strong.

Many of the vines were frozen and no longer moved as soon as the earth was broken.

The ice rings swept through these Druids, triggering special protective magic on their bodies, and after a glimpse of green, they stood where they were, unaffected by the ice rings.

“Kind of funny.” Roland turned around and threw a healing magic at Vincent, who had only one breath left.

This is the neglect of red fruit.

Detecting evil, and this motion, makes all the Druids furious.