Mages Are Too OP

Everyone was a little surprised, how come they were stared at.

Hussere looked at the crowd that was gradually wrapping up outside, and said, "Could it be that we are looking for trouble for others, we just happen to be here."

"I don't think so." Brazil shook his head. As a hunter, he was quite sensitive to human malice.

The first special specialty of his hunter profession is the 'humanoid enemy', which is very sensitive to the maliciousness of humanoids.

As a game term, it is his minimap surrounded by a circle of red dots.

For good friends, they certainly believe it.

Roland thought for a while and said, "Let's go down. Since it's looking for us, we can't avoid this. After all, we still have to do tasks at Beichenlin."

Beta thought for a while and said, "Unfortunately, I let Greenton go to work, otherwise, in his capacity, it is estimated that he should be able to talk to the people here."

"Is he great?"

"The heir to the Bronze Drum City, I heard him brag that as long as he is the city owner of Hollevin, he knows everything."

Brazil is relatively upright, and did not understand the meaning of the other party's beta: "What's the use of knowing the city owner, these are obviously mercenaries and professionals."

Beta blinked, oh well, he didn't know Brazil too well, so he didn't know whether to interface.

Roland smiled and said: "These mercenaries are obviously members of the Silver Mercenary Group who drove us away just now. They rented Beichen Forest from the city owner. If you know the city owner, maybe you can talk about the relationship."

Brazil 'oh'.

His character is like this, very straight, too lazy to think about so many twists and turns, otherwise he would not be a hunter. In the game, except for a group of basic friends, he is wandering in the woods all day long, hanging out with beasts all day. Deal with it.

As Roland spoke, he took the other four downstairs.

Sure enough, the group of mercenaries surrounded the entire tavern and drove away all the guests, except Roland and the others.

Just a large group of people standing in the main hall of the hotel, lined up in a circle.

In the circle is a middle-aged man wearing silver-white armor.

Of course, this armor could not be made of silver, but it was just painted with a layer of silver powder.

Not much money.

This person was sitting in the crowd of sanitation guards, sideways, with one right on the table supporting half of his body, and the other holding a small wine glass to drink alone, looking very aura.

Roland took the lead and walked down.

When F6 saw this posture, he muttered, and sure enough, the comer was not good.

There are about twenty professionals, most of them are LV2 or LV3, but the man sitting in the middle is already a master, LV10.

His left and right hands, an archer and a shield warrior, are LV5 and LV6 respectively.

Such a lineup is already quite powerful for the country of Hollevin.

On Roland's side, except for Roland who is LV7, the others are LV5. There is a gap in the top combat power, and there is a gap in quantity.

At first glance, the battle strength seems to be hanging in the air, but Roland feels that in the real fight, he still has an advantage on his side.

Li Lin is the second-generation rich and has the most irritable personality among his friends. He walked straight forward and slapped his giant sword on the table. After a thud, he directly pressed a white mark on the thick table.

He looked at the middle-aged man and said unhappily, "What do you mean by bringing so many people to block us?"

"Barbarian?" The middle-aged man looked Li Lin up and down, and sneered: "When will a barbarian be qualified to talk to me, get out of the way and don't bring shame on yourself."

"Damn!" Li Lin was so angry that he was about to jump up, but after thinking about it, he endured it again, stood up again, and said to Zhan Roland, "Come and talk to him."

Then he stepped aside.

Next to Brazil and Hussere are laughing.

Especially Hussere, he smiled happily: "It's not that you don't know the status of barbarians, you rushed up, and it has been a waste for more than a year."

"Don't talk about it." Li Lin sighed: "I think I am arrogant in reality. How many people call me Li Shao, and I am despised to death in the game. It's really interesting."

Brazil and Hussere laughed even more, and there was a happy atmosphere around them.

Roland sat in front of the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "I should be qualified to talk to you."

"Mage, of course you can." The middle-aged man nodded and tapped the table lightly: "Could it be that the noble boy next to you is not as good as you?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Beta.

In the professional setting, Beta's aristocratic status cannot be ignored by ordinary people.

Beta waved his hand behind him: "Just leave this to Brother Roland."

"Okay." The middle-aged man felt a little strange, but he didn't want to get into it.

The identity of the magician is equal to the noble by default, so since the real noble is unwilling to talk about it, there is no problem with talking with the magician.

Middle-aged people do not feel insulted.

"You want to go into our woods today, don't you?" The middle-aged man shook his body, his hair was short, with a little flat head, his face looked ordinary, but he had the temperament of a leader. Quite tasty.

Roland nodded: "But we didn't go in."

"It doesn't matter if you go in or not." The middle-aged man chuckled: "But we know that there is something in it that attracts you."

Roland raised his eyebrows.

"So!" The middle-aged man leaned forward and put his head not far from Roland: "Can you tell me what you want to take from there?"

Roland leaned back slightly, but it wasn't that he was afraid of the other party.

But the middle-aged man's breath was a little stinky.

The middle-aged man wanted to laugh when he saw Roland leaning back. He thought Roland was afraid of him.

Roland leaned back again and said, "We're just going there to hunt some animals to get some food. Since we won't be allowed in, we won't come out!"

"You think I'm stupid?" The middle-aged man pointed to Roland, and then to Beta: "A magician, a nobleman, obviously well-fed and dressed, even your entourage looks pretty good, live in It’s still this kind of hotel, you will go hunting for food? And you didn’t go straight to Beichen Forest to hunt for food as soon as you arrived in this city. Unless you have a purpose.”

Roland closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Can you stay away from me, your mouth stinks!"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Everyone in F6 smirked.

"What if I don't let it?" The middle-aged man lost some square inches, and his expression was a little ugly.

"Then let's go." Roland said indifferently.

After staring at Roland for a while, the middle-aged man sat back in his chair.

Roland continued: "What's your name, please."

"Silver mercenary group, deputy head, Sibala." The middle-aged man snorted: "As expected of a magician, very cunning, he took my initiative away at once. But I'll put my words first. Here, if you don’t make your intentions clear, don’t even think about entering Beichen Forest.”

Roland tapped lightly on the table with his fingers. He stared at the middle-aged man's face. After a while, he said, "Aren't you going to ask our identities?"

"No need, sons of gold, we know. If you weren't sons of gold, we wouldn't come here, because now who doesn't know, as long as the sons of gold appear, there must be wealth. Your actions are like your names. Like the race of gold and wealth."

Now let alone Roland, even Brazil and others find it a little incredible.

"Since you know that we are the sons of gold, how dare you come to trouble us?" Roland was a little surprised.

"Yeah, you are immortal and immortal. Being able to resurrect is quite powerful." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "But this is not the reason why we are afraid of you. After all, in the matter of Winterwind City, your golden son has a weakness now."

what happened!

Roland looked back at Brazil, Li Lin and others.

They shook their heads and said they didn't know what the so-called 'weakness' was, but Beta pondered for a while and said, "I heard that after those Black Leaf players were killed hundreds of times by the queen, all their accounts were deleted, so now the noble circle There are rumors that if the Son of Gold does not take the initiative to provoke and harm the Son of Gold, the Son of Gold will not dare to attack humans casually, otherwise he will be hunted down by the gods and expelled from this world."

Roland sighed.

Beta continued: "And our people have really restrained a lot recently, so it gives them a feeling that we don't dare to mess around."

It's not a feeling, it's that the current players really don't dare to mess around.

After all, they still want to play the game for a while longer.

There is only one such game in the world now, and the game developers are reluctant to release more virtual cabins. If they are marked with black leaves, they will almost have to say goodbye to this game, and they will have the heart to jump off the building.

Roland turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and said with a smile, "We really don't dare to do anything right now, but you also don't dare to touch us, otherwise we would have a legitimate reason to fight back."

"You beat us at most, how dare you kill anyone casually?" Sbara laughed loudly, "We mercenaries with our heads tied to the belts of our trousers are not afraid of death, yet we are beaten? Besides, we I didn't plan to do anything to you, but you didn't say your purpose, don't think about entering Beichen Forest in the future, we will drive you away when we see it."

"Think about it for yourself."

Sparra smiled proudly and left with a group of professionals.

After the people from the Silver Mercenary Group left, Li Lin frowned: "What should I do now? The other party's behavior is a bit disgusting. It's just that we think we have money and want to come in and get a piece of the pie. Damn, I hate this kind of cleverness the most. , I know the disgusting NPC again, it is very difficult to deal with, it is not good to fight, and it is a coward to be laughed at after leaving."

Roland stood up and said, "This Sparra is a bit stupid, he actually dares to spend money with our golden son."

This time Li Lin didn't want to: "Hey, hey, I just said he was very difficult to deal with, but you called him stupid. Isn't that saying I'm stupid in disguise?"

Roland stared at him blankly without saying a word.

"Gan!" Li Lin scolded himself helplessly.

Roland smiled and said, "Housserei, go and investigate the information on the Silver Mercenary Corps, including their size, permanent location, and sphere of influence. Then Beta and the rest of us, after getting the information, go to them. Wandering around in the sphere of influence, trying to find a way to trigger the mission. I don't believe it, such an arrogant mercenary group has never done anything to bully men and women. Dare to fight back, I see how long they can last!"