Mages Are Too OP

Once inside the post, Roland sees the author's anger and vicious insults.

To scold Roland for ignorance, to scold Roland for insidiousness. Cursing Roland deliberately did not indicate that the magic had already been certified on the side of the Magic Goddess. He went to the Magic Temple and also wanted to certify the spell. As a result, he was punished by the Magic Goddess Mithra. Now he has a permanent negative state of ‘divine discipline’, cap of life -20, cap of magic value -80, just the opposite of Roland's divine patronage.

And even more offensive to this publisher is that he is now in this role, on the black list of the Magic Divine Church, and has now been published. Although he is not as miserable as the black leaves, he has to swim back, but he will almost never be able to walk again.

His character gets a lot of resources, and he's already got LV5, which is sort of the top of the pyramid in a magician. But it is because of Roland that two years of effort were lost and the numbers had to be deleted and rehearsed.

How many years have you had in your life?

And the next word is, "Hard to insult Roland with vicious language," and there's a lot of 'need to set traps like this?’, ‘since it has been certified, can't you say one more word if it makes people avoid risks?’ The interrogation, several times in a row, showed that the player was almost mad.

Under the post, most of the internet people scold this author.

‘Wow, I want to take advantage, I'm punished, I'm cheering up words, I've never seen anyone so brazen! ’

‘Oh, the heavens and the earth, he's the most important, he's got his own problems and depends on others. ’

‘LV5 and above magicians, except Roland, O'Neill and a few other big men, just him, get so many resources, presumably not many of Roland's freely uploaded spell models were traded for resources before. Now it's sanctioned, and your face jumps out? ’

‘One thing to say, the owner of the building is also a reasonable use of the loophole. Since it is not authenticated, he can also register the patent. The patent belongs to whom it belongs first. ’

‘There's a problem with the logic upstairs. Roland can't register himself, can someone else? Is that what you're saying? ’

‘I suspect Roland intentionally waited for someone to go fishing for bad luck without saying that he had registered a patent with the Goddess of Magic. Although it was legal, it was a little negative. ’

‘The upstairs estimation is the same as the owner of the building who wants to take advantage. ’

‘I don't give a shit. ’

This was followed by blaming each other among the netizens, most of whom were on Roland's side, with a small fraction blaming Roland for being unreasonable.

Perhaps they do have the same kind of mindfulness as the owners, and Roland's approach scared them off, thanking them for not having the bad luck but also empathizing with the owners who have the same ideas. Others, presumably simply jealous of Roland, are not happy as long as it's about Roland.

The latter replies were devoid of substance and were sprayed and Roland withdrew from the forum.

When he returned to the manor, Andonala said he was going out, and Andonala was a little unhappy.

She sat face to face in Roland's arms, with her hands around Roland's neck, exhaling as if, "Can I come with you? ”

“It's not convenient. I'm going to Frost Star and I'll be back soon. ”

Roland is looking for the ‘Eternal Well' of Frost Star, and it is fine to bring Andonala with you, but once this happens, you can't fly, the speed of the carriage... from here to Frost Star, more than 3,000 km away, this is still a straight distance, counting the high and low hills, the long way around the river, the night rest, etc., no two or three months, don't go to Frost Star.

That's pretty fast.

If Andonala sees a beautiful landscape and wants to spend a few more days admiring it, it is entirely possible, for women, that the landscape is hard to fail.

Or see something delicious, fun, somewhere for a few more days.

It may take more than six months to reach Frost Star.

Even if we find the Eternal Well soon, we won't need time to come back?

Maybe not for more than a year.

It's horrible!

Women are killers of time, especially beauties.

“How long will it take?” Andonala leaned against Roland's shoulder and asked softly.

“Almost fifteen days, then a month.” Roland smiled.

“As soon as possible. ”

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Out of the magic tower, Roland went to a hotel in the city, where four of his roommates lived.

Roland walked in and saw Lee Lin and others sitting in the main hall of the hotel, drinking and talking.

Li Lin and others looked better, but still looked weaker than before.

Your face still looks raw.

Roland walked over and smiled, “You guys are talking together, Douglas. I thought you were gone. ”

“Nothing. I'll have to learn magic later.” Douglas raised the glass in his hand and said, "Well, you're just in time. I want to join the F6, okay? ”

No one spoke.

Douglas laughed embarrassingly, and he continued, “I don't think so. In other words, I want to join the Magic Tower, okay? ”

“Of course it's no problem.” Roland nodded.

In fact, Roland had a good impression of Douglas, but the F6 Guild was his and his friends' home and didn't really want outsiders coming in.

Even Beta is now a non-staff person.

Douglas was relieved, and his real purpose was actually to join the Magic Tower and learn magic with Roland, Vincent and others.

The reason for joining F6 was simply to take advantage of what Mr. Lu Xun called the 'skylight' effect.

Then Roland said to Li Lin and others: “I'm going to be leaving Del Bond for about half a month. You can rest for yourselves. If anything happens, leave me a message in the System Guild chat room. ”

“Okay, no problem.” Li Lin nodded: “We'll keep an eye out for you on your estate too, it won't make any mess. ”

“Thanks. ”

Roland patted Lee Lin on the shoulder with a smile.

Afterwards, he drank wine for a while, chatted with the crowd, left the city, activated his artillery skills and flew straight north.

Frost Star was too far away, he flew for a day, he flew about half a way, then it got dark, landed on the ground, used cement as a stone technique, built a small rock house to rest.

Brush the forum as well.

He doesn't dare fly around at night... it's too dangerous.

Space bubbles fly too fast, and the closer they get to the north, the colder and cloudier the weather is.

Beneath the cloud, the five fingers are almost invisible. In the flight state, gravity is less accurately perceived, and there is no vision. If you lose your sense of direction, you can plant it directly on the ground.

And if you fly over the clouds... although there is moonlight, you can't see the ground, it's blocked by the clouds, and you can't tell the north-east from the north-west.

Just the next day, Roland left again.

Take a closer look at the direction of the surrounding mountains at the aerial end, then take a simple map out of the system backpack, determine your orientation, then continue north.

Full speed again, of course.

By about noon, Roland was flying and using his magic shield to block the wind, while taking out the meat jerky and eating it slowly.

Because he was so focused on flying and eating, he didn't notice that there was a silver dot behind the slope chasing him so hard.

It's a long way from here, but the silver dots are so desperate, so desperate.

Only after four hours of pursuit, the silver spot finally lost Roland.

It slowly lowers its speed and finally begins to circle.

When you pull the camera closer, you see that this silver dot is actually a silver dragon.

Quite a large silver dragon.

It circled in the air for a while before landing on the ground, laying its wings down and gasping hard.

For every breath, the ground in front of it scrapes a small cyclone.

After almost half an hour of asthma, the silver dragon was finally less tired, and in the magical light of silver light, the silver dragon turned into a mature human woman in silver armor.

In general, when dragons are shaped, they prefer to look like elves.

But it's not too much to be human.

The woman was still slightly gasping, whispering: “This man is the last person I saw on the prairie, a space bubble! Finally figured out how he flew so fast, damn it, how could humans do such weird tricks? ”

Roland didn't know he easily lost a giant dragon, and Silver Dragon was the fastest flying average among the Dragons.

Half a day later, at dusk, Roland looked at the white mountains at the end of the horizon.

And then you take out the map, and you compare it, and you show off.

The White Mountains are the famous Dragon Ridge Mountains, which you can cross to reach the frost stars.

The place is already far north and temperatures have fallen considerably compared to those in Holevon.

The mountains are white because they are covered in ice cream.

Frost Star Kingdom, is the land of ice and snow.

At this time, when the sky darkened again, Roland landed and built himself a small rock house on the plain to live in.

As the night arrived, there was a chilly breeze and even snow.

The house is small, but the rock walls are thick, one and a half meters thick, and even with the harsh temperatures of snow, the cold outside will not penetrate for a short time.

Roland is comfortable living in it, and the ability of professionals to withstand the cold is much better than ordinary people in itself.

Inside, he slept on a blanket removed from the system backpack and continued to brush the forum.

The outside wind is getting louder and louder, coming in through the vents, and it's pretty weird and ugly.

Roland doesn't mind, the outside environment is harsh, the interior is warm as spring, rests in this environment, brushes the forum, and has a sense of quiet security.

It's as comfortable as hiding in a duvet in the spring and night, listening to the rain coming out the window.

But it was also at this time that the bells of Tinker Bell were hidden in the cold wind, and a merchant team struggled in the snow and wind.

At the front of the team and on the last wooden scooter, there was a dusk windscreen lamp.

Leaning against these two luminaires, the merchants barely managed to keep in touch with each other in a harsh environment where they could not see five fingers and the wind was far louder than the voice.

At the very beginning of the team, Wallace, the owner of the merchant squad, shouted to the guide beside him: "You took us to some shithole, you haven't seen the village yet. If you don't find a place to shelter from the wind, by midnight, the wind will blow us all away, and then we'll all die on this plain. ”

The guide was a middle-aged man with a creamy face and dense wrinkles on his face, deep as if he had been stroked with a knife.

He didn't talk, he just kept looking around, hoping to find something to avoid the wind.

Though he seemed calm, he was already a little desperate inside.

Snow nights are too dark to see the surrounding conditions.

Based on more than twenty years of guidance experience, he planted it this time, and he's dead.

He just didn't show his emotions.

At the same time, he has been praying inside, praying to the God of Guidance and the God of the Road, hoping that God will take care of himself and let Himself wait for others to come out of this desperate state.

In this desperate mood, God seems to have heard his prayers.

A rocky building suddenly appeared in their field of view.