Mages Are Too OP

The center of the explosion was still exuding heat that people couldn't get close to. Li Lin wiped his face and looked at the bottom of the pit with a distressed look: "Everyone has turned to ashes, let alone equipment. My hands are red and I wanted to touch it. Touch the corpse to see if it can reveal the best equipment."

Beta patted his chest with lingering fears. Just now, he was eating skewers, and he was thrown away and rolled a few meters away. The wooden skewers of the skewers almost blinded his eyes.

Looking at the bottom of the pit, Shuke also felt his scalp numb: "Although the paladin is one of the three major bug professions, I think the mage is the real bug."

The queen was hardly affected, but she pursed her lips as she looked at the magma water still bubbling at the bottom of the pit.

Roland is not her opponent in essence. When Roland is performing magic 'charge', she has at least a dozen ways to kill Roland on the spot. The attack method of the great swordsman is the most diverse and the most effective of all occupations. of.

It's just this kind of attack that seems to be a forbidden spell, and the great swordsman will never be able to come up with it.

It is impossible even to rise to legend.

A demigod might do it.

But demigods...it's okay to dream.

After the surprise, Andonara's eyes looking at Roland became brighter.

She thinks Roland is good, not because of how powerful Roland is, but because of Roland's attitude towards her, she likes it very much. In essence, as a great swordsman of LV11, and she is still so young, where can she go?

All she lacks is a sense of psychological security.

This kind of thing can only be given to her by a responsible man.

But that doesn't mean that she doesn't like that her man is strong.

And Margaret, the little dragon girl next to Shuke, had more fear in her eyes at this time. She was staying behind Shuke just now, seeing the whole process in her eyes.

As the Red Dragon Princess, as the creature at the top of the pyramid, Margaret has always looked down on humans.

Coming to the human world is because the human world is fun.

Shuke is the first man she looks up to and likes very much. After all, in her opinion, Shuke is too handsome.

As for Shuke's friends, she looks down on none of them and has no interest.

Usually she is too lazy to talk to these so-called golden sons.

But Roland's fireball technique just now made her feel the fear of death.

Even the red dragon has a strong resistance to flames, and she knows very well that she can't resist that magic attack.

An adult dragon should be able to withstand it, but the problem is that Roland can still grow and has great potential.

When Roland reaches the master rank, it is estimated that even an adult dragon will not be able to resist his big fireball technique. If he can grow into a legend... It is estimated that her father, the current Red Dragon King, will also have to flee. It is estimated that the ancient dragon has to think about such a mage.

Thinking of this, Margaret felt that it was wrong to underestimate Shuke's friend's behavior before?

Everyone watched the big pit for a while, put out some forest fires, and then Shuke asked: "What are we going to do next? Will the magic always be extinguished?"

"It's not necessary, it's too deadly." Roland shook his head: "The first one is dead, let's prune and cut off some crooked branches. For example... Dalton's scoundrel son or something."

"Okay, leave this to me." Hussere smiled: "I'll check how many damn bastards there are in Dalton's relatives."

Two days have passed, and the president of the Magic Association, Dalton, has disappeared mysteriously.

Two days ago, the other five great magicians in the city felt the magic fluctuations of his battle in the north of the city, and there was a huge explosion in the woods at that time.

After confirming that the president was missing, the association sent someone to investigate in the woods.

Only a huge pothole with some heat remaining was found, and no trace of the president was found.

And the investigators are 100% sure that this is definitely caused by magic, because there is still a lot of fire element magic left at the scene.

Investigators later announced that President Dalton may have been in danger.

But as long as you're not an idiot, you know that President Dalton was probably killed by someone.

That huge pothole can only be found by magicians with five or more rings, and at least a magician above the master level.

The result is obvious.

In addition, some time ago, the royal family lost more than 300 guards outside the city, and the second prince was gone.

There is obviously a strange force targeting certain forces in the royal city.

At this time, in the King City of Hollevin, dark waves surged.

In a large manor in the wealthy area in the west of the city, Lurk is in a daze.

Father disappeared, and many secret enemies, even former acquaintances, eroded their family's property.

The mother was dealing with them. She was just a lady who didn't usually handle affairs very much. Suddenly, she was in charge of the overall situation, and she was still surrounded by wolves. The pressure could be imagined.

Not all women have queen potential like Wu Zhao.

Lurk didn't wait to accept the fate of his family property and power, he tried to find his former friends.

As a result, no one could see one. They were not at home because they were sick, but they were going out of town.

Who believes.

Lurk sighed and walked out of the house.

In the past, the courtyard in the manor was always lively, the nobles who attended the banquet, and the magicians who came here to flatter.

But now, there is no one.

Very cold, very cold.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he saw a man in black robe standing in front of him.

The man in black robe had a gloomy look on his face, and he didn't seem to be a good person.

Lurk subconsciously wanted to step back and return to the manor. But the man in black robe suddenly said something, which stopped his movements.

"Do you want to know why your father died?"

Lurk's eyes were bloodshot all at once, and his voice was as low as a wild cat roaring: "What did you say?"

The man in black robe shook his head: "Come and talk nearby?"

Lurk looked at each other uncertainly, and finally nodded.

The two came to a small lake nearby, where few people passed by, and it seemed extremely quiet.

Lurk kept looking at the man in black robe. He was ready to use the magic scroll immediately if the situation was not right.

No matter what, he is also an elite-level mage.

At least some self-defense.

"My name is Hussere, and according to you, I am the son of gold."

The black-robed man said lightly.

Lurk was stunned for a moment, and then his vigilance became heavier.

The current name of the Son of Gold has long been passed down in the entire royal city.

I heard that the queen has been kidnapped by the golden son again.

The second prince also seems to have died at the hands of the golden son, but strangely, the royal family does not seem to have any idea of ​​revenge.

Could it be that their father's death has something to do with them.

This was originally just a guess, but the next sentence made Lurk's face distorted on the spot.

"Your father, Dalton, died at the hands of one of my brothers."

After a brief silence, Lurk roared: "I killed you shit!"

He reached into his arms with both hands, and was about to shred the magic scroll.

But the other party's speed was faster, and he crossed a distance of several meters in almost a blink of an eye, and then slapped his yin leg and hit Lurk's key point directly.

Lurk knelt down on the spot, opened his mouth, his face was flushed, and he couldn't even scream.

Finally on the ground, clutching his crotch and rolling around.

Hussere, on the other hand, stood quietly beside him, with a strange smile on his mouth.

After a while, the pain finally stopped, Lurk lay on the ground, his legs trembled weakly, looked up at each other, and shouted angrily: "You despicable villain."

"Calm down?" Hussere laughed. "If you don't calm down, I don't mind kicking again."

Lurk's face turned blue with fright.

"Then continue with what you just said." Hussere said: "Your father was indeed killed by my brother. De is my brother's friend again."

"Just for a derivative magic, you actually killed my father?" Lurk struggled to stand up, his eyes began to cry: "Father is obviously such a good person..."

"Your father killed Kaka for the new derivative magic, why can't others kill him for the derivative magic? Besides, we are just revenge."

"I don't believe it!" Lurk roared: "My father is a good man!"

"Where do you think the derivative magic you are learning now comes from?"

Lurk was stunned for a while. After a while, he asked with trembling lips: "Is that the derived magic model of that magic puppet?"

Hussere nodded.

An unspeakable loss welled up in Lurk's heart.

He doesn't know what to do with himself?

Kaka-Budd died inexplicably, and he knew about it. When he was chatting with his friends, he also joked about it, saying that the other party died in a confused way.

But now, someone told himself that Kaka Bader's death was actually his father's hand.

The hand of the gentle and kind-hearted old father who never speaks heavy words in the impression?

Just for a derived magic model diagram?

Lurk fell to his knees, feeling that his vision was filled with mist and became more and more blurred.

"We originally planned to kill most of Dalton's relatives. After all, we wanted to come. Dalton is so sinister, and his family should be similar." Hussere's voice sounded farther and farther at this time: "But I After investigating a bit, I found that the rest of your family are actually good people. You have never hurt anyone, and the worst thing your mother did is to beat the maid who stained her clothes. But also They were not killed, and ointments for wounds were sent to them afterwards."

"Although it is crocodile tears, you are much better than other nobles."

"So, don't think about revenge. It's pointless. Our golden son is immortal. With this energy, it's better to help your mother, find a way to stabilize your home, and don't let other nobles swallow it..."

Hussere's voice was getting farther and farther away.

Then Lurk passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself in the bedroom.

The familiar environment almost made him think he had a nightmare.

But seeing that the changed coat was placed beside the bed, covered with mud and dust, he knew it was true.

With a tragic smile, Lurk stared out the window blankly.

"Son of gold, are you an angel or a devil?"