Mages Are Too OP

Roland walked out of the church door with the hunched old man. Although the morning sun was not dazzling, facing the rising sun, he had to close his eyes subconsciously.

After a few seconds, Roland got used to the sun. He opened his eyes and saw the blue sky for the first time. It was pure and clean, unlike modern society, with a little bit of gray in the blue.

Under the blue sky, there was a large phosphorescent lake with a few leaf-like black spots on the lake. After a closer look, it turned out that it was a fishing boat.

Around this big lake, there are many green tiles, red tiles, buildings of varying heights, and there are many paths in the building complex, where people walk, like black spots like ants.

A large bluestone bridge connects the two ends of the lake and divides the blue lake into two parts.

Roland stood on the edge of the rock, breathing the fresh air, listening to the rustling of the leaves blowing by the light wind in his ears, his mind seemed to be washed, after a long time of calm, he said to the old man beside him: "Here Is it Red Earth Town? I think it would be more appropriate to call it Lakeside Town."

Falcon's white eyebrows drooped down, and his emotions seemed a little lost: "This name is not good... Your Excellency Roland, what are your plans next?"

Bad name? Does it sound bad, or something else? Roland was a little curious, but seeing that Falcon's expression was not very good, he did not continue to ask. Now Roland really admires the game development company. This virtual online game is too real, whether it is the scene or the expressions of the NPCs.

The most important thing is that the game completely restores the human senses, vision, smell, taste, touch and so on. In addition to the pain being reduced to one-tenth, of course, this is a measure to protect the player. After all, if it is really a perfect simulation of being hurt, or the pain when being killed, all players, except those masochists, few people can Can hold on.

Hearing the old man's question, Roland thought for a while, and then said unsurely, "It should be just to walk around, have a look, and play."

Falcon looked at Roland in surprise, his slightly squinted old eyes widened: "It's that simple, shouldn't it be a great ideal such as saving the world, defeating the demons, or slaughtering dragons to become famous?"

Hearing Falken's half-surprised, half-joking tone, Roland smiled and said slowly: "I'm a very ordinary person, I don't know what you think of us... Son of gold, that's the word, but we Most of the people who came to this world really just saved the idea of ​​walking around, seeing, and having fun. Maybe our ideals will change in the future, but that’s what it is for now.”

This is Roland's sincerity. At first, he thought it was a mission, but looking at Falken, he really couldn't think of him as a pure NPC. After all, it was too real.

Roland is not a fool. How to talk to a game NPC and how to talk to a real person are completely different things. Although it was obvious that Falcon was an NPC, Roland felt that he was talking to a real person.

Chat with a gentle old man, don't ask for much friendship, but at least not too perfunctory.

Falcon looked at Roland, a strange light flashed in his old eyes, he had never seen such a strange human being as Roland. He obviously has an immortal body, but his biggest ideal is to walk, see, and play.

What if this ability was placed on other people? He must have been so arrogant that he didn't know where he was going. Anything to become famous is just a small matter, and it would even feel normal to have the ambition to conquer the world.

This golden son in front of me just wants to walk, have a look, and play? Not many people will believe it, because it is against common sense. But Falcon thinks he will believe it. He has seen a lot of professionals, all of them are extremely violent, and this person in front of him has no trace of hostility, and he looks like a newborn baby. generally.

"In your original plane, there must be no war and no killing." Falken looked at the clear eyes of the young man on the opposite side and sighed: "It's good."

"Actually there are." Roland shook his head helplessly: "It's just that the country I live in has always been a good place for public security, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the country is healthy. Although there are occasionally strange things, they are far from me."

For Roland, this is a very common explanation. But for Falcon, it was a blatant show. The refreshing morning breeze blew through the old man's white robe, and he sighed longly: "If only I could live in your world."

Roland looked at the old priest with interest.

Because of his university major, he has also been in contact with those so-called intelligent AIs. Naturally, he has no chance to see the famous Alpha Pig, but he has seen the intelligent AI of Penguin Company, 'Xiaowei' a few times.

In normal daily conversations, 'Xiaowei' does a good job and is no different from ordinary people, but when it comes to some deeper conversations, such as outlook on life, worldview, and even lamenting about the Spring and Autumn, 'Xiaowei' The 'intelligence quotient' is obviously not enough, it will answer very rigid, very mechanically stiff.

But the old man in front of him, whether it is his tone or demeanor when chatting, or even his emotions such as sadness and envy, is no different from a normal person.

Roland didn't think Penguin's 'Xiaowei' could do this. Moreover, according to the official website of the setting, the number of intelligent life in this game world is as high as 15 billion or more, and every intelligent NPC is no different from a real person.

What kind of black technology has the Penguin company, which is famous for its cottage, developed? It's so terrifying.

Before entering the game, Roland didn't believe such propaganda. Game companies would always exaggerate their products. But looking at the old man named Falken in front of him, he believed it, and he knew the book at a glance. He could imagine how wonderful the world would be if all other NPCs were like this and had their own personalities and souls.

With the real scenery and completely realistic NPCs, Roland felt that his long-cooled heart of the game seemed to be on fire again.

He slapped his thigh hard, turned his head and asked, "Old man Falken, how can I get to the nearest big city?"

Falcon was surprised. The young man who had been calm just now suddenly showed a strange enthusiasm. The other party's eyes are still clear and clean, but there is a ray of crystal light in the pupils like clear springs.

"Walk along the main road in the west. If you walk, you can see Delbon City in about four hours." Falcon paused, then continued: "When you go to Delbon City, it is best not to leave the main road, There is a mountain road outside Hongtu Town. There are maple forests on both sides of the road, and there are many giant spiders in it. Generally, they will not take the initiative to come to our human territory, but if they are really hungry, they will also go crazy and prey on humans.”

"Old man, thank you."

Roland waved his back to Falcon and walked down the gray-white stone steps of the mountain road. The morning sun was as bright as an orange, and the mountain breeze was like a gauze. As he slowly walked down, the sounds of people in the town seemed to be illusory and real, and they also entered his ears.

Roland really wanted to open his arms and embrace the blue sky and white clouds, but that seemed too much.

He just pursed the corners of his mouth and murmured softly:

Frank World, here I come.