Mages Are Too OP

Instead of talking about the two aristocratic magicians, the seven magicians who watched the play in the main hall heard Roland's words, they all subconsciously felt numb scalp.

If the conversation between Betta and the two aristocratic magicians is only arrogant and hard, then Roland's feeling is cold.

Very arrogant and sarcastic.

It's like looking at two giant snotlouts.

Seeing all that disgusting stuff.

Not to mention the two aristocratic magicians, even the seven magicians who watched the play next to them, thought Roland had gone too far.

How dare you treat two French aristocrats so... low.

Give it to you.

How high an identity would it take to reprimand two French aristocratic magicians at such a high altitude?

You know, the French State is the most powerful, wealthiest, magically (scientifically) country in the human world.

The nobility of France is the real nobility, the nobility of other countries, the small landlord of the countryside.

Even the king, in the eyes of the French aristocracy, is a clay.

This is already recognized in the human world, and even in the world of the Orcs.

There is no way, the French State has been strong for centuries, entirely in the human world economy, the arts, culture, the military centre, since the founding of the State, and there has been no defeat in the war.

Even if small areas fail occasionally, cheaper prices are always taken back on the battlefield.

Hundreds of years of friction have allowed the entire human world to almost acquiesce to the status of ‘boss' of the French State.

But players don't.

After all, the real country in which the players live, having been the boss for 2,3000 years, was weaker not long ago, and is now ready to return to its peak.

Players are so proud, the kingdom of France is nothing.

Besides, these two nobles, with some water on them, are going to kill, and there is no concept of life.

In addition, Roland suffered a lot in the French State some time ago, and now it is very upsetting to see these French aristocrats.

Together, Roland was badly impressed by the two nobles.

Of course you're welcome to talk.

Roland was so arrogant that the two nobles were temporarily stopped in town, and the man with the wet robe asked in shade: "Where are you from? ”

Though Roland speaks Horatio, he understands it because of its unhindered communication.

However… the other party can also hear that he speaks the language of another country.

When they asked such a stupid question, Roland laughed: "Didn't you hear Betta call me 'brother'? I'm naturally reluctant to be a Horatio. ”

As soon as it was heard that it was a small country, the aristocracy around them was a little more dynamical, but their expressions were more concentrated.

Because they can feel it, Roland's strength is very close to the master level.

The arrogant young man, who had just come out of a small, remote country like Horatio, had crossed the elite, and the one in front of him was fast approaching the master.

Even two people are so young to make a difference.

When did such a good magician show up in a small country?

Another aristocratic magician said softly: "You have a lot of balls, don't you see, all the magic towers, red, purple, colorless, etc… these magic holy places, the magic masters, at least half of them are from France. How dare you talk to us like that? ”

Seven other magicians, four with slight discomfort and three with favorable colors.

The corner of Roland's mouth curls gently: "I don't know, I don't care. Now I just want you to pick up the coins, and Betta gives them to you, and you have to do it right. ”

Everyone felt a chill rush from their nostrils to their heads.

Was the man relying on war, or was he stunned?

The other side has actually darkened the red magic tower. With their backstage, how dare this man talk like that?

Too fucking bold.

It's not a magician, it's a warrior in a magician's skin.

Two aristocratic magicians are afraid to answer the question. Most magicians, speaking well, call it reason, and speaking badly, call it knowing how to calculate the gains and losses, especially those of aristocratic origin.

They have seen that the stunned young magician from this small country is angry, and even if they join forces, they may not have been able to beat each other.

If the other party gets angry and kills two of its own people, then even if the relatives can avenge themselves, they are still dead.

How unworthy!

So they don't dare to stiff up Roland anymore, but after all, they are nobles, nobles of France, face of need, still need it.

So they can only express their attitude in silence.

I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of you, but we won't just talk soft.

“You don't seem to like it.” Roland was lazy about this subordination rule at the aristocratic level, "he said slowly." I also said once, pick it up, you have five seconds to think about it. ”

“5.”

Roland began to unleash a lot of cold ice magic.

The white ice cream spreads rapidly around with him as its center.

Four.

In one second, the entire floor of the lobby has been rendered blank.

Seeing this Mo, the seven magicians who watched the show changed their faces. Close to the door, they jumped directly outside. Three others rushed to the window immediately and jumped out of the window in a panic.

“Three.”

The white ice cream is thickening and spreading up from the wall at a gradually faster rate, with the ceiling filled with ice cream for less than half a second.

You can even hear the ‘chirping' noise of dense numbness when the ice is frozen.

Continuous.

Two aristocratic magicians have now turned pale with slight shaking of their legs.

But because magic robes are generally large, they're embarrassed that no one can see them.

“Two.”

The ice was thick on the ground, and the two aristocratic magicians dared not move, and under Roland's terrible magic, they were even in a bit of a trance.

And the magicians who fled the main hall, outside the dormitory building, looked at the frost from the outer wall of the first floor, and quickly climbed up, and in half a second, they had climbed to the third floor, at an undiminished speed.

There is also plenty of white air gushing out the doorway of the dorm.

The ice even started spreading down the street from the doorway.

Seven magicians straightened their breath.

“I.”

The ice in the main hall is thicker.

Roland's hands began to lift.

His move directly awakened two aristocratic magicians.

The two were like nightmares, kneeling directly on the ground, almost simultaneously saying, "Please wait, sir, we'll pick them up right away, now. ”

They lay on the ground, clamping their hands together on less thick ice.

Gold coins are frozen under the ice and must be broken to find them.

It's a lot harder than just now.

But they dared not say another word.

Roland snapped: “Too bad! ”

When they heard it, they were shaking again.

Looking for gold coins is faster.

Most aristocratic magicians share a common weakness.

Never experienced a storm.

They have a lot of resources and family protection, so they grow up smoothly and rarely experience any ripples.

Stack the ranks with a lot of family resources.

To put it bluntly, it's the flowers in the greenhouse that are so fat and well-fed.

Unlike Roland... he was bitten to death by a spider before he left his new village.

Then he killed a lot of people, and then twice.

In aristocratic terms, Roland's hands are already covered with blood stains.

He doesn't think so himself, but Roland kills a lot of people who haven't faced danger and blood.

It releases a spiritual magic aura with a terrible ‘butcher' fan.

Besides, he really wanted to kill someone.

How dare two dudes who grew up in the shadows of their families to face a tiger?

Roland looked quietly at the two aristocratic magicians, fingers picking the ice layer, fingers starting to bleed from the skin and dared not stop.

At this point, outside the dormitory, a middle-aged red magician suddenly descended in the air.

He saw the entire exterior wall of the dormitory building wrapped in ice cream and couldn't help but look at it.

Then, without saying a word, he opened his magic shield and rushed directly into the dormitory building.

Then you see two aristocratic magicians, running on the ground, unconscionably raving about the ice, seemingly looking for something.

“Peird, Heinrich, what are you doing? ”

The middle-aged magician's expression was rather unpleasant.

Hearing his cry, the two noble magicians were shocked all over their bodies. They looked at the middle-aged magician and revealed their grievance, but still did not dare to stand up.

“Why don't you get up and kneel down like what? ”

Two aristocratic magicians shook their heads hard and still dared not move.

Their gaze, and their sneak peek at Roland.

The middle-aged magician looked at Roland standing in front of two aristocratic magicians: "Did you do this to them? ”

“No shit.” Roland turned around and smiled, “They were just helping me pick up the gold coins that fell on the ground. ”

The middle-aged magician's gaze swept across the main hall, looked at the frost attached to the entire dorm, and then looked back at Roland, and the expression on his face seemed a little milder: "Young man, are you a magic student, what's your name? ”

“Roland. ”

Roland is ready to ‘line up’ with this middle-aged magician.

After all, this man appears to be a relative of these two aristocratic magicians.

But it never occurred to me that the eyes of a middle-aged magician were bright: "Wait, are you Roland, the oil maker and the water maker? ”

Roland nodded: “It should be me. ”

“Your oil-making technique is interesting, improved from greasy technique, so that the magicians at the bottom can make a lot of money with magic, very original.” The middle-aged magician walked up to Roland and said quite excitedly, even dancing a little: “And your hydroplasty is empty, and I can see that the nodes in the hydroplasty are quite perfectly arranged, using eight nodes, but with minimal magic, opening very small space channels to bring water from elsewhere. Quite a creative idea. Come, since you are a ruby member, our teachers have heard that you are coming, all want to see you, after all, for more than a hundred years, there has not been a spell named after the creator of man. ”

He pressed his hands against Roland's shoulder: "Come with me to the lab in Midtown. There's a node I don't understand. Come and explain. ”