Mages Are Too OP

On a snowy night, without the moon, I couldn't reach five fingers.

The wind is huge, the torch cannot be lit, and the wind oil lamp is dim, the light is not far away, effective field of view, that is, a dozen or twenty meters or so. So when they saw this rocky building, it was about 15 meters away.

It's like suddenly ‘brush’ out.

Looking at the beauty of the building, looking at the large, square rocky building, the owners and guides of the merchants were a little stunned.

Size this thing, you have to see the contrast.

Roland was accustomed to modern social dynamics being a supermarket the size of a football field or two, so he built his own little rocky house, which he thought was small.

After all, it's only about 10 meters long and about 6 meters tall. It's only 100 square meters long, and Roland has 300 square meters in his own home. He's a native, the house is bigger, normal, and he's used to it.

So there's only a hundred square feet of the house, which seems a little small to him, but as a single room, it's kind of generous.

The merchants stopped in front of the building, and they looked at the strange building in the wilderness with some fear.

Because someone had circled the rocky building just now and didn't find any doors and windows, but there were several rounded holes on the rear side of the wind vent, like for ventilation.

There were a few bold ones, with hammers hitting the surface layer a few times, after a few dull echoes, only a few rock chips fell off.

“At least a meter thick and hard," the knocker said in a sullen voice. ”

“This rocky building is supposed to be magically formed. As a matter of fact, we should get out of here, but...” Speaking of which, Merchant Wallace looks at the guide next to him: "McKenzie, you tell me the truth, can you take us to the next village in three hours? ”

The guide remained silent for a long time and finally said with difficulty: "No! ”

After that, his waist bent even further.

Because he knew that even if they could survive the snow and storm tonight after that, their reputation would be lost in the future, and it would be difficult to get the good news to lead the big merchants.

It's just that he thinks there's something strange about this road back to Frost. He walked his whole life, he didn't make a mistake, he could go home with his eyes closed, but why bring people here this time?

I have no idea what happened.

Wallace looked at the guide with a gloomy face, who lowered his head and did not dare look back.

After a while, Wallace shouted hard behind him: "Everybody listen, use this rocky building as a shelter. Quickly surround me with a rest point. It's up to you to survive. ”

Despite the wind, Wallace's voice reached everyone's ears.

The guide whispered, "Sir Wallace, this building is a little weird, isn't it nice for us to stay here? ”

“But it's better than continuing to get lost in the wilderness and then being covered up by a white disaster and dying silently. ”

The guide sighed and retreated to the side.

The merchants immediately rushed the horse, pushed the scooter, and came to the building's leeward, surrounded by a half circle.

The scooter was outside, dozens of horses lying in the middle, each covered with thick thatch blankets to keep warm, and then more than forty people hiding on the innermost side.

The back wind barrier, 10 meters wide and over 5 meters high, is still quite effective.

More than forty people and horses were hardly caught in the night breeze, with occasional snowflakes.

But it's better than the cold wind blowing all night.

Wallace is right. If there weren't too many accidents, they'd have survived this cold night.

Being lost is an unfortunate thing. The night breeze in the North is terrible. I don't know how many merchants and how many people died in the wilderness in the North because they didn't make it to town or village in time.

But finding this safe haven is unfortunate.

I just don't know what this strange building was built for.

Don't you need to go in and out?

Wallace eats dry food and measures the rocky buildings in front of him and begins to speculate.

Roland is in the room and continues to brush the forum.

Actually, he knew when the crowd first arrived.

At the top of the small house, there are three nail cap sizes and colorless, transparent spiders watching the surrounding environment.

Spiders have basic dark vision, and the field of vision is still quite large.

Roland had already spotted the small rocky houses when the merchant team had not found them.

Nor did Roland care that these people were sheltered from the wind by their own little houses.

They obviously have some problems, and they are kept out of the snow and snow, which is convenient for people, and they don't have to do it themselves, so why not?

But Roland wasn't going to help any more, and these people were obviously just afraid of the snow and wind, and the rest of them were already ready.

Roland continues to brush the forum.

There are so many sand sculptures on the internet, it's a source of joy, let alone a night of brushing, he won't be tired of brushing for a year.

It was brushing, and Roland was humming.

In the image of the magic spider coming back, Roland found himself surrounded.

A bunch of white flowers surrounded them with crappy skeletons.

And the merchants don't know yet.

Because snowy nights are too dark, their field of view is too small.

Roland quit the forum and stood up.

Magic spiders keep coming around.

These skeletons are plentiful, some with bare hands, but some with rusty weapons.

Roland also saw some behind the skull, and there were some skull-twisted ghosts floating around.

Death sorcerer or witch?

While both can summon immortal organisms to drive themselves, and the capabilities of both seem similar, there is a big difference in nature.

The Necromancer is a living man.

Witches are dead, and witches of the same level are much stronger than wizards of the dead.

The Necromancer is a magician of 0.3 plus a summoner of 0.7, while the Witch is a magician of 0.8 plus a summoner of 0.8.

Roland frowned, and these skeletons and ghosts couldn't get to him, but... the merchants, they certainly couldn't get away.

Or the skeletons themselves are coming for this merchant team.

The closer the skeletons get, the closer they get to the rest of the merchant team, the quicker it will be less than 20 meters.

Those ghosts who ignore the strong wind and float in the middle of the sky, 'see' so many living people, can't help but scream.

Ghosts are screaming, and in normal human beings, it's the thundering whistle.

The merchants heard the sound, they all heard it, and then they looked at the surrounding skull eyes and lit the purple soul fire, and they all screamed.

Many of them took up arms, but none dared to rush up.

Leaving the skeletons slowly oppressed, they could only instinctively retreat, even if their backs hit Roland's rocky little house.

A lot of people started crying with their arms in their hands.

For ordinary people, everything related to magic is impossible to resist.

Besides, the ghosts in the air... they travel north, they've heard bards in taverns all over the place, they sing a biography of the Knight's Epic, they know that ghosts and stuff like that, pure physical attacks don't work.

Even if they escape the skeletons, they cannot escape the pursuit of ghosts.

They're dead.

Guide McKenzie has given up hope and sat on the ground holding his hands and crying headaches.

Wallace's face is desperate: “Turns out this harbour is just a bait to lure us here and let the dead devour our our traps. ”

Nor is it blamed for the low resistance of these people.

In this world, it is common sense that ordinary people cannot resist magic.

Wallace shouted and sat gray on the floor.

He gave up his resistance, too.

At this point, a sound sounded on their heads, followed by a bright, eye-catching light source appearing over their heads, and the three illuminating spheres illuminated directly around them as if they were daylight.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man in a blue magic robe standing on top of a rocky building.

“I don't want to carry this black pot. ”

Roland bounced his fingers, the hard snow around him turned into a huge swamp, and the slow moving skeletons sank directly into the swamp, and the skeletons in the rear stepped back and forth into the swamp circle without any sense of autonomy whatsoever.

Dozens of ghosts jumped up screaming.

Ordinary people are thrust by the screams of these ears, each with a cracked headache, even if their hands cover their ears for nothing.

Roland stretched his finger, a smudged electric chain struck the ghost in front of him first, ‘burned’ it straight into a canopy of flying ash, and was followed by a violent night breeze.

This lightning bolt then jumped and blew seven ghosts into flying ash before disappearing.

In addition to the light system, life system magic, lightning magic and flame magic have a good killing effect on dead organisms.

If it wasn't for fear of accidental injury to the merchants below, Roland would have taken all this disgusting stuff away with him.

Eight ghosts were instantly extinguished, and the peripheral skeleton immediately stopped and stopped walking into the swamp.

Everyone on the merchant team held their breath and they dared not make any moves.

If you move around, you'll be targeted.

It's not a good thing to be targeted by people on the side of the skeleton, or by magicians in the rear heights.

But they understood that the magicians behind them seemed to be helping them.

So they sincerely hoped that the magician behind them would win.

By then, the swamp had signs of ice formation, and Roland had bounced his fingers and the swamp had once again become muddy.

Then a light sphere quickly moved forward and flew behind the skeleton sea, under strong light, a specially dressed 'man' appeared in Roland's eyes.

The man was wearing a black magic robe, and his hair was like grass, his cheeks were dry and thin, and he had no moisture, like a dry corpse.

His forehead was full of wrinkles, and even some of his skin peeled off and he could see the white frontal bones.

As for the rest of the body, it's all hidden in the black robe and you can't see it clearly.

But from here alone, it can be seen that this man is absolutely a witch.

Roland also saw a 'blood strip’ over his head, followed by a suffix.

The guide's eyes suddenly stared out loud and shouted in horror: "It's the ice harvester... I know why we got lost, it's what's affecting us, it's what's causing it! ”

Hearing the cry of this guide, the witch grinned and revealed her yellow teeth.

He then looked provocatively at Roland, weighing up and down, seemed to be assessing Roland's physical activity.

Then his eyes grew hot.