Mages Are Too OP

The crowd was a little surprised, how they came to be targeted.

Husserley looked at the crowd coming in and said, "Could it be trouble for someone else? We're just here. ”

“I don't think so.” Brazil shook its head and, as a hunter, he was quite sensitive to human malice.

His first special specialty in the hunter's profession is' human creature rivalry ’, which is sensitive to the malice of human creatures.

As a game term, on his little map, a circle of red dots is surrounding him.

For good friends, of course, they believe.

Roland thought about it and said, "Let's go down. If it's for us, we can't hide from it. After all, we have to do our job at the North Morning Forest. ”

Betta thought about it and said, "Too bad I let Greenton do the job, otherwise, in his capacity, I think I should be able to talk to the people here. ”

“Is he good? ”

“The successor to Bronze Drum City heard him brag that he knew as long as he was the owner of Holleywenli. ”

Brazil is straightforward and does not understand the other Beta: “It is useful to know the owners of the city, who are obviously mercenaries and professionals. ”

Beta blinked, oh the sound, he didn't know Brazil very well, I don't know if I should interface.

Roland smiled and said, "These mercenaries are obviously members of the silver mercenary regiment that just kicked us out, and they leased the North Morning Forest to the owner of the city, so if you know the owner of the city, you might be able to make sense. ”

Brazilian 'oh’ sound.

His personality is just like that, straight, he's too lazy to think about so many curved things, otherwise he won't be a hunter, in the game, except for a group of roommates, he wanders in the woods all day long, dealing with animals all day long.

Roland spoke and took the other four downstairs.

Indeed, the mercenaries surrounded the entire tavern and expelled all its occupants, but not Roland.

Just a large group of people standing in the main hall of the hotel, left and right in a circle.

A middle-aged man in a circle wearing silver and white armor.

Of course, this armor can't be made of silver, just a layer of silver powder painted outside.

Not much money.

The man sat in the sanitary room with half of his body on the table to his side and a small glass with his other hand, looking very cheerful.

Roland led the way down.

F6 looked at the situation and muttered. It turns out that the people who came here were bad.

Around twenty professionals, mostly LV2, or LV3, but the man sitting in the middle is already a master, LV10.

His left and right hand, an archer, a shield fight, were LV5 and LV6, respectively.

Such a formation, in the case of the Holeyweyne State, is already quite impressive.

On Roland's side, other than Roland being LV7, everyone else is LV5, with a gap in top fighting power and a bigger gap in quantity.

At first glance, the battle is hanging, but Roland thinks he still has the advantage.

Li Lin is the second generation of rich people, his personality is the most grumpy of the base friends, he walked straight up, slapped his giant sword onto the table, thumped, and pressed a white mark directly on the thick desktop.

He looked at the middle-aged man and said with dismay, "What do you mean you brought so many people to jam us? ”

“Barbarians?” The middle-aged man weighed Li Lin up and down, and grinned. “Since when are barbarians allowed to talk to me? Go away and don't insult yourself. ”

“Shit!” Li Lin got angry and was about to jump, but think about it. He put up with it again and stood up again and said to Laurent, “Come talk to him. ”

Then he walked aside.

Brazilian and Husserey laughed.

Especially when he laughed happily: "It's not like you don't know the status of a barbarian, it's all rushed up, and you've lost more than a year. ”

“Stop it.” Li Lin sighed: “I think I'm in reality, my toes are high, how many people call me Li Shao, in the game people despise me to death, it's really funny. ”

Brazil and Husserey laughed more happily, and they were surrounded by a happy atmosphere.

Roland sat in front of a middle-aged man and smiled and said, "I think I deserve to talk to you. ”

“Mage, of course.” The middle-aged man nods his head and lightly lights his desk: “The nobleman next to you, isn't he as good as you? ”

The middle-aged man took a look at Beta.

Beta's aristocratic status cannot be ignored by the general population in the course of her career.

Betta waved her hand behind her: “Just leave it to Rolango. ”

“Okay.” The middle-aged man felt a little strange, but he didn't want to go into it.

The identity of a sorcerer is by default equivalent to that of an aristocrat, so since the real aristocrats are unwilling to talk, it's no problem to talk to a sorcerer.

Middle-aged people don't feel insulted.

“You want to go into our woods today, huh?” A middle-aged man shook his body, his hair was short, meaning a little flat, his face looked mediocre, but he had the temperament of a leader, and it tasted good.

Roland nodded: "But we didn't go in. ”

“It doesn't matter if you go in or not.” The middle-aged man laughed, “but we know there's something in there that will appeal to you. ”

Roland picks the eyebrows.

“So!” the middle-aged man leaned forward and put his head close to Roland: “Can you tell me what you want from there? ”

Roland leaned back slightly, not that he was afraid of each other.

Instead, this middle-aged man has a bad breath.

The middle-aged man looked back at Roland and wanted to laugh. He thought Roland was afraid of himself.

Roland leaned back again and said, "We're just going there to hunt some animals to eat. If we don't let him in, we're out! ”

“Do you think I'm stupid?” The middle-aged man refers to Roland, and to Betta: “A magician, a nobleman, who eats and dresses clearly well, even if your entourage looks pretty good, stays in this kind of hotel, and you go hunting? Nor did they come to the city, rushing straight to the North Morning Forest to hunt for food. Unless it's for a purpose. ”

Roland closed his eyes slightly, and later he opened his eyes and said, "Will you stay away from me? Your mouth stinks! ”

The middle-aged man stood still.

F6 Everyone is laughing at the corners of their mouths.

“What if I don't let it?” The middle-aged man lost some inches and his expression was a little ugly.

”Then let's go.“ Roland said softly.

After staring at Roland, a middle-aged man sat back in his chair.

Roland went on to say, "What's your name? ”

“Silver Mercenaries, Deputy Head of Corps, Sparra.” The middle-aged man hummed: “He was a magician, very cunning, and he snatched my initiative away at once. But I'll leave it here. If you don't make it clear, don't go into the North Morning Forest. ”

Roland lit his finger gently on the table, staring at the face of a middle-aged man, and later said, "Aren't you going to ask us who we are? ”

“No, son of gold, we know. If you are not sons of gold, we will not come yet, because now, who knows, as long as the Son of Gold appears, there will surely be wealth. Your actions, like your names, chase the race of gold and wealth. ”

Not to mention Roland, even Brazilians and others find it a little unbelievable.

“Knowing that we are sons of gold, how dare you come to us?” Roland was a little surprised.

“Yeah, you're not old enough to die. Resurrected, pretty good.” The middle-aged man nodded, “But that's not why we're afraid of you. After all, your Golden Son is weak now about Windy City. ”

What's going on?

Roland looked back at Brazil, Li Lin and others.

They shook their heads to say they did not know what the so-called ‘weakness’ was, but Beta sighed for a moment and said: “I heard that after hundreds of times the Black Leaf players were killed by the Queen, all the numbers were deleted, so now there are rumors in the aristocratic circle that if they do not proactively provoke and harm the Golden Son, the Golden Son will not dare to attack mankind, otherwise they will be hunted down by the gods and expelled from the world. ”

Roland, oh, the sound.

And Berta went on to say, "And our people have actually been converging a lot lately, so it gives them the feeling that we don't actually dare to do anything. ”

It's not a feeling, it's that players today really don't dare to do anything.

After all, they want to spend some more time in the game.

There's only one game in the world now, and the game developers won't release more virtual cabins, and if they're tagged with black leaves, they'll almost have to say goodbye to the game, and then they'll have hearts and minds to jump.

Roland turned around and looked at the middle-aged man and smiled: "We don't dare to do anything now, but you don't dare to touch us, otherwise we have good reason to fight back. ”

“It's just a beating. How dare you kill anybody?” Sparrahahaha laughed, “We mercenaries with our heads tied to our trouser belts are not even afraid to die, and are still being beaten? Besides, we have no intention of doing anything to you, except that you will not tell us what you are doing. Never go into the North Morning Forest again. We will expel you when we see you. ”

“Think for yourselves. ”

Sparra laughed proudly and left with a group of professionals.

When the Silver Mercenaries left, Li Lin frowned: “What now? It's a little disgusting. Just thought we'd make some money and want to come in and share a spoon. Shit, I'm most annoyed with this kind of smart, disgusting NPC. It's hard to deal with. It's not a fight. I'll be laughed at when I go. It's a coward. ”

Roland stood up and said, "This Sparra is a little silly, and he dared to spend it with our golden son. ”

Now Li Lin doesn't want to: “Hey, I just said he's tough to deal with, you said he's stupid, isn't that disguised as saying I'm stupid? ”

Roland stared at him without a word.

“Me!” Li Lin shouted at himself helplessly.

Roland laughed and said, "Husserley, go look into the intelligence of the Silver Mercenaries, including their size, location, and sphere of influence. Then Betta and the rest of us, when we get the intel, go wandering around within their sphere of influence and find a way to trigger the mission. I don't believe it. Such an arrogant mercenary regiment has never done anything to bully a bully. We'll beat people up when we get the task one by one. I'll see if they dare to fight back. I'll see how long they last! ”