Mages Are Too OP

Roland and this brunette go upstairs.

When the old man saw Roland come up, he smiled and said, "Gentile, come with me. ”

Roland was a little strange when he first saw the old man.

The old man is surrounded by exaggerated demonic powers, even more than he is. Strangely, however, the old man's mental capacity is rather sporadic.

There's a sense of being split.

Rather, it is impossible for such a powerful magician to do so, because with so much magic beside him, he must have strong and deep spiritual strength.

So... this contradiction makes Roland feel strange.

The three of them went into the house and Lamia, a young girl, served a kind of ‘tea-like' fresh soup. Roland had a sip and it felt good. Although it was not tea, it had a similar taste, like black tea.

The old man was sitting across from Roland, and he was also measuring the former and the latter.

It's just his gauge, more of a kind of censorship in it.

Roland left him staring, not in a hurry.

After a while, the old man stopped measuring, and he smiled, “Gentiles, what kind of magic are you best at? ”

“The elemental classes are quite masterful.” Roland thought about it and said, “Of course, if you have to say it, you're the best at fire element magic. ”

Absolutely the best… one shot down a fireball and the legend is that all people are equal.

After turning into Elemental Lords, Roland is qualified to say he is a blast.

By the time he reached LV10, a big ball of fire went down, it was presumably below the demigod, and the people were equal.

It's not Roland bragging about himself, it's the truth.

The old man's eyes were a little disappointed when he heard it, but he said, "I'm also quite familiar with fire magic. I'm good at five fireballs in a row, and that's one of the great tricks of our Enchanted sect. ”

Five fireballs in a row? ”Roland is interested:“ Can I see the power... Forget it, old man, you're not feeling well. ”

The old man laughed and then coughed twice. Lamia, who had been beside him, immediately came up and patted the old man a few times.

“Although I'm not well enough to use the five-fireball spell right now, how about I give her a demonstration? ”

Lamia was a little surprised, but she looked at the old man and finally nodded and promised.

Roland was surprised, too.

With her delicate body and sword and no magical elements surrounding her, Roland thought she was a purely agile warrior at first glance.

But can you do it?

The kingdom of the ancestors more than a thousand years ago, so magically crafted?

“The entire third floor is a magic test site. ”

The old man stood up and Lamia immediately stepped forward to help him.

The three of them went up to the third floor, and Lamia stroked the old man to sit in front of a chair, then pulled out a white hairband from the robe and braided his long hair into a ponytail.

Then the whole person becomes pure and refreshed.

The old man shows his drowning divinity beside him.

After a glance at Roland, Lamia pulled out her sword.

On the sword of the long sword, several red light lines immediately appeared.

It's like some kind of spell model running route.

Is this... a French sword?

Roland became more interested.

Half a second later, five small fireballs were simultaneously generated around the sword, while Roland was still unable to see any magic elements from Lamia.

Half a second later, the five small fireballs flew forward simultaneously, blowing a stone fake man to pieces.

The power is still good.

After a few seconds, the gravel moved itself, flying back the way it was, and then reverting back to the false man it was.

And self-healing?

Roland's eyes are glowing.

The French sword's name print technology, the self-repair technology, both magic techniques, have never come into contact with Roland.

More importantly, what method did Lamia use to apply this five-fireball spell without using mental power?

Do you store magic elements in a magic sword, but it doesn't look very similar?

As for the five-fireball spell itself... Roland is not very interested.

This is essentially just five small fireball models operating in parallel.

It looks stunning and has a sense of visual impact, but when you understand it, that's it.

It's far less efficient than firing fireballs directly.

Looking at the surprise on Roland's face and the colour of the hunt, the old man nodded with satisfaction, laughing: "Lamia, these five fireballs are working well. Want to learn, I can teach you. ”

“Can you teach me how to make swords? And that automatic statue repair technique, I can trade my magic for it. ”

The old man almost didn't catch his breath.

This isn't right. Shouldn't it be five-fireball magic?

Lamia also looked at Roland weirdly.

Looking at the color of the two people, Roland thought about it and said: "You are wrong. Although it looks great to have five fireballs at the same time, it is actually better to strengthen one magic to a higher limit within the same time. ”

Magic is a very profound technique. Generally speaking, only a true Big Magic is qualified to judge a good or bad magic, good or bad.

The young man, who looked less than twenty years old, dared to speak so loudly.

Lamia had the same idea, and her eyes on Roland had become a little subtle, as if she were looking at a boastful kid.

When Roland saw their attitude, he paused and said, "Let me just say that without practicing the dummy style, let me do something about it. ”

After speaking, Roland began to gather the fireball in his right hand.

It took Ramia more than a second, from raising the sword to launching the fireball.

That's like a second.

A second later, the fireball in Roland's hand had reached more than a metre in diameter.

When I saw this scene, the old man's eyes were all staring out, and Lamia was even more at the enemy.

Because she was closer to Roland and could feel the horror of that big fire ball in Roland's hand.

Then Roland threw the fireball out.

A giant blue fireball hits the wall, and although this is a magic experiment floor with an edge similar to suppressing magic power, this big fireball still makes the whole floor tremble.

The sound of a fireball explosion is like a lightning bolt in your ear, and then a violent heat wave echoes across the floor, the hair of three people, the robe floating, and the noise.

And the dozen false people in front of them instantly turned into lava, without the ability to repair themselves.

There is such a powerful force in a junction with a suppressive magic effect, if it is outside... the old man stood amazed and rushed to Roland like a leopard, his hands grabbed Roland's arms hard and his eyes filled with raging light.

“What kind of magic is this? ”

“How did you do that? ”

“What is your maximum diameter? ”

“Teach me! “

Roland was waiting for the last sentence: "Okay, no problem. We have each other. I'm going to learn the art of making swords. ”

“Deal.” The old man's face is full of tide: "Lamia, go home and clean up a new room. I want to share my magical thoughts with this handsome Sir Thongshaw. ”

Lamia said with concern, "But Grandpa, your body! ”

“It's okay, you can't die.” The old man laughed. “How can I say that I am also a Saint Demon's Advisor? ”

Roland had a dark mouth in his heart, what an old-fashioned name.