Mages Are Too OP

The Druids left the road and went into the woods.

After experiencing the surrounding greenery and dense bug sounds, a sense of security surrounds them.

Many Druids sat paralyzed, black thorns leaning against a big tree, sighed, and pulled their hoods back.

Show a face that's not handsome, but very muddy and quite masculine.

He said with some fear, "The woman is a quasi-legend. ”

The other Druids didn't talk, and they guessed more or less.

Otherwise, with their ‘green shade' manic character, how can they leave without a sound after a companion dies?

That's because you can't really fight.

No one could see the woman's movements.

Shinan died without knowing what had happened.

Besides, there's a flying, fairly powerful fire magician.

That big blue fireball doesn't seem to be his strongest attack yet, and they have no chance of winning.

That magician alone is enough for them. The magic of the plant type, the most fearful is the magic attack of the fire properties, the magician finishes them, and a quasi-legendary warrior is close to protecting them, waiting for orders.

Ghosts clash with this combination.

Thinking of that beautiful quasi-legendary female warrior, the black thorn sighed: "Didn't we say that we were the strongest Horatio, the master-class professionals? Who's that woman? You actually reached the quasi-legendary level so young. ”

No one can answer that, after all, they rarely care about secular matters and do not know much about the situation.

But they don't really have much of a problem with it.

Because the world has actually changed slowly, and for thousands of years, with the exception of the rise and demise of some small aristocratic families, there has been little overall change in the great power of the pattern.

Sometimes a city doesn't change much for a hundred years.

Only people's names change.

Besides, they don't ignore the world at all, they just come out every four or five years to gather some information.

After a while, someone asked, "What about Shinan's family? ”

Shinan was a newcomer, recently married, and his wife looked pretty good. Black Jing thought about it and said, “Don't worry, I'll take care of his family. ”

The atmosphere suddenly becomes a little strange, with many people wanting to stop, but no one daring to speak.

After a while, there was a noise in the woods stirring up the sand, and someone came over.

All Druids stood up and watched the direction the sound was coming from.

Not long ago, a figure familiar to them came out of the woods, and they were relieved.

This is a very ordinary man, one of those types that would go missing if thrown into a crowd.

Blackthorn looked at him and asked, "How's it going? ”

“I heard everything.” The man gasped and continued: "The lord of Derbonne, originally of the John family, was recently deprived of his rights by Roland, the son of gold, and is now under house arrest. Now the reason they cut out that forest is said to be because Roland found a reason for a lot of poor people to work and eat in the winter, purely because of a sense of justice. Roland, the son of gold, is a magician and chairman of the Del Bon Magic Tower. ”

A man's face appeared in Druid's head, rather unbeaten, rather abominable.

Blackthorn frowned and asked: "Son of gold? What's that supposed to mean? ”

The man swallowed a drool: “I told you not to be surprised. The golden one is the exotic human being of the goddess of life, whose greatest characteristic is… immortality. ”

All Druids were frightened, and some people sitting on the ground jumped directly.

Blackthorn shook his head: "That's impossible! ”

“It's true.” The intelligence agent said with certainty, "I've asked more than twenty people, and I've even used the magic of human confusion. The answer is the same. The Golden Son is resurrected, and it's already a consensus.”

All Druids face each other.

Blackthorn's face is ugly, and if intelligence agents aren't lying, they're fighting monsters who can't win.

After the meeting, he said, "Let's go back and tell Francis what's going on here and see what they think. ”

The opinion was found to be fairly reliable and varied from place to place.

On Roland's side, he asked Andonala to supervise the progress of the entire project instead of the injured Vincent, and to be responsible for the safety of the logging yard.

He himself went to the Mercenary Guild, spent 30 gold coins buying intelligence on Green Cute, then went to Assassin Labor, and spent 30 gold coins buying another information on the list of personnel of Green Cute Holleyweyne.

The Assassins' Union reminded them that they could not guarantee that the list was 100% correct and that Green Moe was difficult to infiltrate, which was already their best effort.

Roland nodded and didn't think so.

He returned to the Magic Tower and finished reading both pieces of information, which he eventually conveyed to the Royal City of Holyweyne.

The royal city continues to flourish and Roland finds the 'Bard' Guild in the slum corner south of the city.

Compared to organizations such as mercenary unions, assassin unions and others, the bard union has the smallest building area, and the layout is quite sour.

And there are no guests, cold and clear, even the receptionist is at the counter holding his head and sleeping.

Roland went up, tapped the desk, woke the waitress up, and said to her, "Please meet your chairman and me. I have a big deal of at least fifty gold coins and would like to talk to him. ”

The waitress looked at Roland in her magic robe and heard Roland say the number of gold coins. She dared not slacken and rushed straight upstairs.

Soon afterwards, a middle-aged man, dressed in a gray and white robe, came down looking quite beautiful.

He enthusiastically invited Roland to the study upstairs. After the waitress had served him fruit wine, he poured Roland a glass and asked with a smile: "What business would you like to take care of our union? ”

“My name is Roland. I wonder if you've heard of Green Cute? ”

When he heard that, the bard would get stunned, and then he would continue to laugh, “Of course, Your Excellency, you can call me Wiki. I don't know what our business has to do with this organization. ”

Roland took out a bag of at least fifty gold coins from his space backpack: “I don't like this organization, so I want your bards to bring it to you when they sing legendary poems in the pub, or knight stories, and then hack them without a trace. ”

Bard Guild President Vicki stunned and took a deep breath: “It's a little dangerous. ”

“This is the remuneration for the second month.” Roland took out another bag: “Of course, there will be a third month, I wonder if you'd like to take it. ”

Roland also opened the bag and the coin glittered.

Wiki, the bard, thought of the meeting, and looked up and laughed: “I don't know, Your Excellency, how far do you want to hack them? ”