Mages Are Too OP

Just as Roland was confused, Betta came over and said admirably: "Rolango, your name has spread almost all over the Red Magic Tower over the last few days, and I painted a mission over in the West End, and even the people at the bottom heard your name. ”

Betta's been brushing the mission for days.

He has only an LV6, and although still a relatively high ranking among players, he has left the first tier.

And Roland is already LV8, and now he is not interested in ordinary tasks, which have too little experience, if not epic ones, Roland is not interested at all.

If you have time to do ordinary tasks, you might as well do a few more magic experiments.

Now there are many magicians gathered in the hall.

Most of them are around LV5, so Roland, the LV8, looks like crane chicken.

The people around them were measuring Roland, and Roland was slowly looking around and measuring them.

Most magicians are human beings, but there's also one or two elves, dwarves, beasts.

Roland even saw a male Zoll Blackskin elf.

Then Roland also saw two aristocratic magicians who he had not dared to sound the other day.

They saw Roland's gaze sweep over and look away from Roland.

Roland was satisfied.

Soon it will be the official opening time of the ruby class, according to the previous facilitators, all they have to do is assemble in the main hall, and when the time comes, there will naturally be someone to pick them up.

Everyone is waiting quietly.

The closer you get to leaving class, the fewer whisperers you steal.

Eventually, the whole hall became extremely quiet, and Roland could even hear the breath of the people around him.

Wait a little longer. Time's up.

The sky suddenly sends several powerful mental pressures, which then descend at an extremely rapid rate.

Finally, at the entrance of the main hall, four wizards with white hair came in turn.

Even if you don't look at rank, people in the place can perceive their rank with mental power.

Three masters, a legend.

In the sights of Roland and Betta, the legend of ‘skeletal markings' is at the forefront.

He was wearing a magic robe with a green light and a fairly gentle expression.

He looked at the crowd, silenced the meeting, and seemed to be counting the numbers.

After a moment, he said, "Well, the numbers are right... who's Roland? ”

Roland picks the eyebrows.

A group of people around looked at Roland.

And Roland hesitated for half a second and took a step forward and said, "I am. ”

The legendary old man weighed Roland up and down for a while and smiled, "Your oil and water techniques are quite interesting. But I still have a question. Why did you invent oil production? ”

“I think magicians should have the ability to make their own money, the ability to make money with magic. And the sooner the better. After all, not everyone has a good family. ”

Half the magic students look at Roland with gratitude.

Oil production is simple and understandable, excellent, and really broadens their economy a lot.

The old man asked, "Indeed, you can allow many magicians not to delay the search for magical paths because of money. But the problem is... when there are more magicians, the status of magicians is no longer as noble as it is now. After all, it is rare and expensive. Too many magicians will certainly make magic mediocre and then mediocre, when the number of magicians in the future is several times, if not more than ten times, than it is now. At that time, magicians may think differently about you. ”

Almost everyone's eyes fall on Roland.

The old man's words do make sense.

Roland laughed, "I think that only if more magicians show up, more magic organizations, or forces show up, and we talk about whether or not we have each other, can we move magic knowledge and skills forward faster. The world is huge, besides the dominant side, there is the magic world, there is the star world, even the divine kingdom... we can go outside without worrying about too many problems of the magician. ”

“Ha-ha-ha.” The old man nodded satisfactorily: “Boy, you're tall enough and generous enough. I'm in charge now, Ruby Class, and you're the class leader. ”

All the magic students around were surprised and some were dissatisfied, but dared not speak at this time.

“Old man, who are you?” Roland asked.

“Elder Magic Tower, Elford.” The old magician turned around and said to the other three magicians: "Next, it's up to you to cultivate them. ”

Three magicians nodded.

The old man then left the door and instantly disappeared into the air.

Short range transfer technique, not transient... Roland perceived the frequency of magic vibrations in the air and recognized the magic used by the elders at a glance.

It takes a lot of confidence in yourself to use conveying technology in the city.

Roland still doesn't dare to use transmission in the bush, because if he fails, the resulting space shock will be enough to pull a large area of people into the stars.

Though until now Roland had not really failed by using the transmission technique, he dared not take risks in such matters.

No matter how many times you succeed, but if you fail once, there will be massive civilian deaths.

It is almost impossible for a dead person to be resurrected, time cannot be reversed, and there are no regret pills to take.

So Roland never does anything so dangerous unless he's strong enough to restrain the power of space oscillation with mental force even if the transmission fails.

It is estimated that this legendary magician, Alford, has been able to do so.

At this point, one of the three old magicians walked out, his black hair, brown eyes, faint state, swept through all the students and said: "Except for Roland, who is a little capable, the rest of you either depend on a relationship or an even number. Nor do I expect you to learn well, but at least, all disciplines will pass, otherwise… stay here forever and never leave. After all, we don't want any losers to run outside and discredit our Red Magic Tower. ”

Though underestimated, there are few opinions, after all, that is true.

Even Beta completed a mission and came in by 'relationship'.

As for staying in the red magic tower... most magicians are quite proud, and if they don't learn well, they don't want to embarrass themselves outside.

“Now that the elders have appointed Roland as their squad leader, this is settled, and no one can have an opinion.” The old brunette looked at Roland and went on to say, "But I'll be looking at you for a while, and if you can't always be the first in the class, I'll report you to the elders and remove your squad leader. So you're gonna have to work hard on your own, okay? ”

That's kind of a knock.

Roland smiles, doesn't talk, doesn't answer.

He came to learn something, not to be angry, somehow gave him the position of class leader, now somehow reprimanded.

Let's just say Roland doesn't have a temper.

The Magic Tower is not the only one in red, it is not possible, he went to other Magic Towers to study, there is no problem.

When he saw Roland not talking, the old magician frowned and didn't say much, he looked at the others and continued: “Although we at the Red Magic Tower specialize in plastic magic, other magic is not bad, and we don't entirely ask you to concentrate on plastic magic. You can learn whatever you want. We are only responsible for regular classes. ”

Now magic cadets are finally starting to whisper.

“Quiet. ”

The main hall calmed down again.

“The eight major magic schools, combined with enchantment, alchemy, and two auxiliary schools, have a total of 10 courses. Once a year, those who pass the exam by 600 points and fail will be expelled from the class that year, and then joined when the next five-year class begins. There are over a dozen repeaters in this ruby class, so you have to work hard. If you can't keep up, you'll have to live in the West End of the Red Magic Tower for the rest of your lives. ”

Roland figured out why there was a part of the magic apprentice in West End who was a former repeat student living here, giving birth, giving birth to offspring.

It is certainly not too difficult to have parents who understand magic and become magic apprentices.

The people who measure each other are guessing who the repeaters are.

No one is looking at Roland.

A person named in public by an elder cannot be a repeater.

The brunette turned around and said to the other two magicians in the back: "Well, the next thing is yours. ”

After speaking, the Dark Wizard also walked out of the dorm and flew away.

These two old magicians, one with blond hair and one with red.

Blonde old magicians look at many gentlemen, while red-haired old magicians are clearly quite generous in stature.

The blonde teacher spoke first: "The first year you will learn magic from both of us. I teach prophecy, spells, protection, and illusion. The other four are taught by this redhead. Course is my day, he's day, turns around, no rest. As for the content of the course, it is not difficult to explain some basic spell models and some basic spell principles. By the way, you can call me Terry Tong, the redhead next to you, and you can call him Montessore. ”

The old red-haired magician, Montestone, gave everyone a smile.

But no one dares to underestimate him because of this smile... the master magician is in itself a moving war machine.

And then Kim Mautry looked at Roland: “Although Roland is the squad leader, and you invented two spells, I don't know how you're doing with lethal spells, so... you perform the most powerful attack spells, attack me, and I'll stop and see how you do. ”

Roland stood still and asked, “Is this the strongest attack spell? ”

“Yes.” Terry nodded with the old magician. “Do your best, don't hide it. ”

This is a reserved program for each new class to build the dignity of the teacher.

At this point, Betta looked at Roland and suddenly begged Terry to join her: “Terry, don't do anything, don't say anything. If Roland attacks with all his might, don't say anything about you, we'll all suffer. Someone's gonna die. ”

Everyone looked at Beta in amazement, and then at Roland.

Roland still doesn't have any expression on his face.

Terry was angry when he heard the same thing and almost all the whitebeards went up: “Crazy kid, I majored in defense, even the elders couldn't break my defense without using more than five rings of magic. Come on, come on! You do your best, I'll see how strong you are. ”

Roland flipped his hand, and the little blue fireball appeared in his palm and slowly grew larger.

“Shit! ”

Betta whispered, then turned around and ran away, smashing the nearest window to him before she could cover her ears.