Mages Are Too OP

The players were a little surprised when they heard Ans's words.

Their first reaction was that it was a trap, but at most, their expressions were a little stiff, and they didn't act aggressively.

After all, they won't really die, so what if it's a trap, just fight back after resurrection.

Ans saw that although the expressions of the players were strange, they were all calm and nodded with satisfaction.

He continued: "While I'm a radical, I also think they've gone too far."

Hearing that the elf was going to tell a story, the players found their own chairs and sat down, but there were only six chairs in the room, and Ans himself sat on one, so the four players were sitting on the ground, and one of them was Shook, while Margaret sat on his lap, yawning from time to time.

Ans's eyes fell on Margaret's forehead, where there was a pair of lovely dragon horns, his expression changed slightly, and then continued: "Just half a year ago, our natural wrath, in Uganda, At the border, a human village was destroyed, from the old to the young, from male to female, no one was left, more than 200 people. Even the baby was not spared, just because a villager in that village once sold our elves. women."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the players changed, and the players sitting on the ground all stood up.

Including Shuke, Margaret was directly bounced by him, and the latter was taken aback.

But she didn't blame Shuke, but glared at Ans angrily. If Ans wasn't talking nonsense, how could Shuke be startled.

Feeling Margaret's unpleasant gaze, Ans felt a little tight in his forehead. Anyone who was stared at by a dragon would not feel too comfortable.

Beta asked indifferently: "Confirm this fact is true?"

"I don't need to lie about these things. How can I say that I am an elves." Ans said with a painful expression: "The original purpose of the wrath of nature is to punish those who destroy nature, forests, rivers, or pollute the earth with evil magic. But now, the purpose of the wrath of nature has become an extremist organization that slaughtered human beings, believing that human beings are heretics of this world and a cancer that destroys this world.”

Ans held his face in his hands, making it difficult to see his expression, but everyone could still hear the endless loneliness and disappointment in his voice.

Everyone can generally understand the feelings of this elf.

The ideals he advocates are shattered, and the organization of beliefs runs counter to the original ideas.

If there is anything more terrifying than death, it is probably what Ans is experiencing now.

After being silent for a while, Ans raised his face and hands again: "Two months ago, another village was killed, and half a month ago, they slaughtered a town. There were about 3,000 people, and no one survived. They It was crazy and irrational. More than ten days ago, a brother in the organization questioned the legitimacy of what they did, and was brutally murdered by them. They buried the body directly by the lake and turned it into a tree. "

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became ugly.

Roland couldn't help but asked aloud: "Sorry, we don't suspect you, but can you provide any evidence?"

Ans seemed to have guessed that someone would ask this question, and he put a white map on the table, which was a map.

Then he pointed to the three X's drawn on the map: "This is what I said, the locations that were massacred by the organization, you can go and see for yourself."

Everyone exchanged glances, and finally Beta said: "Please give us a few days to think about it."

Ans nodded: "This is a matter of course."

A few people walked out of the tree house and walked to the periphery of the forest. Roland built a stone building on the flat ground with magic, and everyone entered.

Beta and a friend of Silver Wing Guild, both of them took out tables and chairs at the same time, as well as fruit wine, and... barbecue.

Everyone ate slowly, no one spoke, and finally Roland spoke up: "How much do you think what Ans said is true?"

"Five points." Shuke put down the barbecue in his hand and said slowly: "Anyway, we have to investigate this matter carefully. I don't want to be a pawn or tool in the hands of others."

At this time, a soldier of the Silver Wings Guild said: "No matter what tools or tools he has, he can do the epic mission. Anyway, he is not going to kill civilians or humans, but only elves."

Roland sighed: "Aren't you afraid that this is a trap mission that will change our alignment from neutral good to evil?"

The soldier suddenly stopped.

Everyone often browses the forum, and now there are players on the forum who have said that they have been caught in the 'quest trap'.

There is a player who is a quest madman. He accepts the quest as soon as he sees it. As a result, he is guided step by step by a very sinister NPC to kill many innocent people.

It wasn't until the faction's tendency to shift from neutral good to chaotic evil that it reacted.

And he is now wanted by the game system... Several players have received the task of 'removing the evil son of gold and killing him to level zero'.

Task experience is still high.

Now this player can't even delete the account. After entering the Temple of Life, the system function of 'deleting account' cannot be triggered at all.

It can only be killed by other quest madman players again and again.

No one wants to be like that.

"Then let's go to the location given by Ans in three separate ways." Shuke suggested: "Margaret and I will go to the farthest place, and you will divide into two groups and go to the other two places."

Hawke pondered and said, "I'm afraid that what we see is just what the elf wants us to see."

Roland smiled and said, "But no matter what, there will always be some traces left. It's okay for everyone to be cautious."

Everyone nodded, thinking that the plan was good.

Then everyone quickly filled their stomachs and set off in three ways.

Shuke rode Margaret and turned into a black spot in the sky at a very fast speed.

Beta looked up and was very envious: "It's nice to be able to fly around."

Roland said with a smile: "Isn't it enough to learn a wind-based flying magic in the future?"

"The magic that Warlocks can awaken, except for a few dragon blood magics, which are fixed, others are random." Beta sighed: "If you want to learn wind-based flying magic, the chances are very small."

"Then you learn to make a magic scroll, and then learn the spell model of flying magic, and then fly with the scroll yourself." Roland suggested.

Although Roland can't make magic scrolls himself, he has seen this knowledge in the library of the magic tower.

Therefore, it is always beneficial to read more books. With more knowledge, you can also have a plan for your future path.

Beta nodded: "That's it."

Then the four set off.

In addition to Beta, Roland's team is the warrior named Sur and the priest who was beaten to the point of lack of temper.

According to the map given by Ans, it would take at least two days for them to reach the small village at the speed of ordinary people.

But they are professionals, their physical strength is much stronger than normal people, and most importantly, they do not need to rest.

They traveled continuously and couldn't keep up with their physical strength, so they ate while walking, and they arrived at their destination after only one day and one night.

At this time, it was just dawn, and more than twenty dilapidated thatched houses, as well as several low laterite brick houses, appeared in front of them.

In the distance, many birds can be seen jumping up and down the dilapidated roof, chirping.

The village is quiet.

When everyone came to the entrance of the village, they found that the wooden fence surrounding the whole village was broken into several pieces.

Then, as far as the eye can see, there are white bones in tattered linen, lying across the dirt road of the village.

Some of the bones were still adhered to some dried black meat, and there were obvious scratches that had been bitten by beasts on the bones.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a faint rancid smell in the air.

Roland subconsciously covered his nose and walked in.

As they went deeper, they saw more and more bones. There are adults, and there are children less than one meter tall.

Sur's expression became ugly, and so did Beta.

On the contrary, the expressions of Roland and the pastor seemed normal.

just seems!

These corpses were exposed on the ground. After being beaten by wind and rain, and being eaten by wild animals, they have already been cleaned up, and there is no way they have any smell.

The so-called faint rancid smell is actually just a psychological illusion.

Roland figured this out and let go of the hand covering his nose.

He stood in front of a dry well, looked around, and said, "Check the corpses around to see if you can find any clues."

The four scattered and returned half an hour later, almost all of them holding a white skull with wooden sticks.

Beta said: "No weapons were found, but I found that most of the corpses had a hole in the skull."

He showed his skull on a stick.

The other three showed the skulls they had obtained. The skulls obtained by the four had different positions, but they did all have a hole with a similar shape, about the width of an adult thumb.

Roland was holding the skull with the hand of the mage. He looked at it for a while and said, "I didn't find any weapons in the places I explored, and all the skulls have a vertebral hole, which shows that they are indeed sharpened by sharp Killed by a small weapon."

"Arrow!" Beta said.

Sur frowned and said, "But I didn't see any arrows. With so many arrows fired, it's impossible not to leave any of them. They should take them all away."

"I have read in the book that the elves are born with strong magic power, and their archery masters don't need arrows at all, they can directly form with magic power..." Roland said here, and suddenly frowned: "Wait, what does this taste like? "

Roland turned around, looked left and right for a while, and finally leaned into the well in front of him. Gradually, his expression became gloomy.

The blue mage's hand reached down and took out a large wooden barrel from the well.

The barrels were placed on the ground, and the crowd gathered around them.

There was a corpse in the bucket that was so decomposed that it was about to turn into water. Although it was completely invisible, it should be a child only two or three years old in terms of body shape.

The corpse was thin and scarred, skin and bones. Even if it is eroded, there is not much pus.

Although the smell in the air was getting stronger, no one covered their nose.

Roland watched for a while, clenching his right fist tightly, but his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking the child up: "He died of starvation."

Sur and the priest's eyes instantly turned red.

Beta turned around, kicked the small tree beside him in two with one leg, his face twisted and a heart-wrenching anger shouted.

"Hold!"

Scattered birds flying around the village.