Mages Are Too OP

The Black Sands gang desperately tried to inform other so-called celebrities.

This is Roland's "order" to the Black Sand Gang again after a lapse of one year, and Gru will naturally seize this opportunity tightly.

The whole city became 'lively', and many famous people who were invited were full of promises. As soon as the messenger left, they immediately went out to find friends they knew well. Let's take a look at Roland's invitation this time, which is a little unkind. What means.

After all, as soon as Roland came back, he went outside the city and killed the members of the Silver Wing Guild. Although the latter was quickly resurrected, the meaning of it was quite obvious.

The infighting between the sons of gold ended with Roland winning.

The nobles who are in the right position are naturally rejoicing, and those who are not in the right position are now worried.

And more neutrals are full of doubts. They don't know what Roland will do next, because this time Roland invited a lot of people, obviously to change some rules.

The whole city seemed to be in doubt.

In the evening, it was pouring rain, and the soybean-sized raindrops hit the ground frantically. After a while, the low-lying places on the street turned into puddles.

At this time, no one thought about going out again.

But Roland said it when he sent the black sand gang to inform.

Rain or shine.

Really rain or shine? Why?

Roland said that a banquet would be held in the square in front of the magic tower. After all, the magic tower could not hold so many people.

If it is really open in the square, in this heavy rain, even if there is a rain gear to protect the body, how long can it be protected?

After getting soaked, you might get seriously ill.

Maybe Roland just wanted to use this method to piss people off.

Some people were unconvinced and unhappy in their hearts. Looking at the rain curtain outside, they sneered and shrank back home, not knowing what to do.

But some people sighed and asked the servants to prepare rain gear and carriages and set off in the direction of the magic tower.

Old Conan Doyle was also one of them. He looked at the rain curtain outside and sighed helplessly.

The old wife said next to him, "The magician Roland is just trying to make things difficult for people. He let the weather go to the square for a banquet.

"I know. But there's no way. I was on the wrong team before, and now he's back, and he has sent a life-threatening banquet invitation. If I don't go, maybe our family will be lost by him."

The old wife said in panic, "How dare he!"

"Why don't you dare? Just because he is a magician." Old Conan Doyle said painfully: "He even dares to capture the queen and enjoy it, and the royal family doesn't say anything. What qualifications do we have to resist him. We are old and dead. It doesn't matter, but a few children have a future."

The old woman's eyes were red and she wept slightly.

When she wanted to come, her husband went to Roland's dinner party this time, most of which were miserable.

"Don't cry, things don't necessarily go to that point." Old Conan Doyle said in a sullen voice, and then he looked at the housekeeper: "Let's go."

Then the butler opened up an umbrella for old Conan Doyle and took him outside the manor to a carriage.

It was raining so hard that the roof of the carriage rustled.

Old Conan Doyle closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly as the carriage shook.

His mind is calm now, and for an old man who is completely ready to die, nothing can shake his heart.

I don't know how long it took, the carriage stopped, and the butler's voice came from the front: "Master, it's here... but the situation seems to be a little wrong."

"It's just right." Old Conan Doyle bent over, walked to the front door of the carriage, and opened the curtain: "Roland said it's rain or shine, but now it's raining heavily. Maybe he made it out, just to give us a profound..."

Then old Conan Doyle's expression also solidified.

In front of you is a bright light, a great light.

Thick dark clouds and silver mist-like rain curtains have shrouded the entire city in darkness.

But what did he see?

A huge imitation temple building with a flying eaves roof and dozens of rock pillars to support the building. There are no walls and there are entrances on all sides.

It looks very simple in structure, but what makes this temple style shocking is that it is very large in scale.

The height is at least 25 meters, and the floor area is ridiculously large. It takes at least seven or eight seconds to see from the left to the right.

Illumination light balls emitting strong white light are suspended under the roof.

Brighter than during the day.

Isn't this the square of the Magic Tower?

Old Conan Doyle subconsciously looked behind the giant 'pavilion', where the tall magic tower stood.

When was there such a huge building here, he was sure that it didn't exist at least half a day ago.

Is this the power of a powerful magician?

He is showing off.

Old Conan Doyle jumped out of the carriage and walked into the huge building with his rain gear.

Looking at it from the outside is already shocking enough. When I got inside, I realized that I still underestimated this building.

People in it are like a mouse entering the garden, which is pitifully small.

Putting away the rain gear, old Conan Doyle saw many acquaintances, and he was not the first to arrive.

He looked around, found a few people he was more familiar with, and walked over.

Before we even got there, a little guy from the Black Sand Gang came over with a pamphlet and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, please sign here. Your Excellency Roland wants to count how many guests came tonight. ."

He wrote his name immediately.

At this time, old Conan Doyle had a hunch that tonight's banquet may not be a disaster, this huge building, this signature is the proof.

If Roland really wanted to kill them, there was no need to be so troublesome.

Just after signing the name, two familiar friends came over, and one of them whispered, "Old Doyle, do you have any inside information? Your Excellency Roland called us here. What's the matter?"

Old Conan Doyle shook his head.

Then a few people got together and began to speculate.

There are many people around, all in groups of twos and threes, and it is estimated that the topics of discussion are similar to them.

Time passed by, and all those who were willing to come to the banquet were almost there.

Although there are a lot of people, there are more than 100 people, but compared with this huge building, it is quite small.

When the banquet was about to start, many people from the Black Sand Gang temporarily acted as scolders and brought food and drinks.

On the stone table in the first few rows.

In this building, there are many stone tables and chairs, and the style looks rough, but no one dares to dislike it.

The last part of the building is connected to the magic tower.

Then the man from the magic tower appeared.

Roland walked in the front, Vincent and the Queen were behind, Vivian and Jerry were behind, and the other magic apprentices were at the back.

Seeing the master coming out, hundreds of guests rushed to greet him.

Roland stood on a high platform, looked around for a week, and said with a smile: "I was disappointed, I thought there would be a lot of people, I was afraid it wouldn't fit, so I temporarily built such a big house with magic, but I didn't expect that my appeal It's not enough, there are only so many people here."

The guests all felt a little chill on their backs.