Mages Are Too OP

Roland and the black-haired girl went up to the second floor.

When the old man saw Roland Ken coming up, he smiled slightly and said, "Young man from a foreign country, come with me."

When Roland first saw the old man, he was a little strange.

The old man was surrounded by exaggerated magic power, even a lot more than him. But the strange thing is that this old man's mental power is quite messy.

There is a feeling of being divided.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for such a powerful magician to have such a situation, because to draw a lot of magic power around him, he must have a solid and deep spiritual power.

So... this kind of contradiction makes Roland feel strange.

The three entered the house, and the girl Lamia served a clear soup similar to 'tea'. Roland drank it and felt pretty good. Although it was not tea, it had a similar taste, like black tea.

The old man was sitting opposite Roland, and he was also looking at the front and the latter.

It's just that his scrutiny has more meanings of scrutiny.

Roland let him stare at him, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

After a while, the old man stopped looking at it, he smiled and said, "Outlander, what kind of magic are you best at?"

"Elemental classes are relatively proficient." Roland thought for a while, and then said: "Of course, if you have to say it, fire element magic is the best."

Of course, he is the best at it... Once a big fireball goes down, all beings below the legend are equal.

After being transferred to the element lord, Roland is already qualified to say that he is a big bomber.

After he reaches LV10, a big fireball goes down, it is estimated that he is below a demigod, and all living beings are equal.

This is not Roland's boast, but the truth.

Hearing this, the old man's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still said: "I am also proficient in fire magic. I am good at five fireball burst spells, which is one of the unique skills of our enchanting sect."

"Five fireballs in a row?" Roland became interested: "Can you show me the power... Forget it, old man, you are not in good health."

The old man laughed, and then coughed twice. Lamia, who had been standing beside him, immediately came up and patted the old man a few times.

"Although I'm not in good health right now, I can't use the five fireball spells, but I will pull my granddaughter and let her show you how?"

Lamia was a little surprised, but she looked at the old man's expression, and finally nodded in agreement.

Roland was also surprised.

The girl was delicate and slender, with a long sword, and there was no magic element around her body. At first glance, Roland thought she was a pure agile warrior.

But it can also cast spells?

The Zuze Kingdom more than a thousand years ago had such profound attainments in magic?

"It just so happens that the entire third floor is a magic test site."

The old man stood up, and Lamia immediately stepped forward to help.

The three went up to the third floor. Lamia first stroked the old man to a chair and sat down. Then, she took out a white headband from her robe and braided her long hair into a ponytail.

Then the whole person becomes pure and sassy again.

The old man looked doting on the side.

After looking at Roland, Lamia pulled out her long sword.

Several red light patterns appeared on the sword body of the long sword.

It's like the running route of some kind of spell model.

This is... a magic sword?

Roland became more and more interested.

Half a second later, five small fireballs were generated around the magic sword at the same time, and at this time Roland still couldn't see any magic elements from Lamia's body.

After another half second, the five small fireballs flew forward at the same time, directly blowing a stone dummy to pieces.

The power is still good.

After a few seconds, the gravel moved on its own, flew back the same way, and then reverted to the dummy just now.

With self-healing?

Roland's eyes are shining.

The sword inscription technique and the self-repair technique, these two magic techniques, were things that Roland had never come into contact with.

More importantly, what method did Lamia use to cast this five fireball spell without using mental power?

Could it be that magic elements are stored in the magic sword, but it doesn't look like it.

As for the five fireball spell itself... Roland is not very interested.

This is essentially five small fireball models operating in parallel.

It looks very gimmicky and has a sense of visual impact, but in fact, after understanding it, it is like that.

It is far less efficient than sending a big fireball directly.

Seeing the surprise on Roland's face and the happy look on his face, the old man nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "Lamia uses these five fireballs well. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Can you teach me the technique of making magic swords? There is also the technique of automatically repairing stone statues, which I can exchange with my own magic."

The old man was almost out of breath.

This is not right, shouldn't it be the greedy five fireball magic?

Lamia also looked at Roland strangely.

Looking at the expressions of the two of them, Roland thought for a while and said, "Your thinking is wrong, although casting five fireballs at the same time seems very powerful, but in the same time, strengthening a magic to a higher limit is actually more effective. it is good."

Magic is a very esoteric technology. Generally speaking, only real magicians are qualified to comment on the good and bad, good and bad of a magic.

Seeing that this young man was not over twenty years old, he actually dared to speak so boldly.

Lamia also felt the same way. Her eyes when she looked at Roland became a little subtle, as if she was looking at a flamboyant and exaggerated child.

Seeing their attitude, Roland paused and said, "Let's just talk about it and not practice the fake hand pose, let me do some practical work."

After speaking, Roland began to condense a big fireball in his right hand.

Just now, Lamia took more than a second from raising the magic sword to launching the fireball.

Just one second.

A second later, the big fireball in Roland's hand had reached a diameter of more than one meter.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the old man were about to pop out, and Lamia was even more of a formidable enemy.

Because she was closer to Roland, she could feel the horror of the big fireball in Roland's hands.

Then Roland threw the fireball out.

The huge blue fireball hit the wall. Although this is the magic test floor, there is a barrier similar to suppressing the power of magic, but this big fireball still makes the whole floor tremble.

The sound of the fireball exploding was like flashing thunder in the ear, and then a violent heat wave reverberated throughout the floor.

And the dozens of dummies in front of them turned into magma in an instant, and they didn't even have the ability to repair themselves.

There is such a strong power in the enchantment with suppressing magic effect. If it is outside... The old man stood up in shock, rushed to Roland's side like a cheetah, grabbed Roland's arm with both hands, and his eyes were full of Fanatical light.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"How did you do it?"

"You cast it with all your strength, what's the maximum diameter?"

"Teach me!"

Roland was waiting for the last sentence: "Okay, no problem, we communicate with each other. I want to learn the technique of making magic swords first."

"Deal." The old man's face was flushed: "Lamia, you go home and clean up a new house first. I want to share my experience in magic with this handsome Your Excellency Tong Xiao."

Lamia said worriedly: "But grandpa, your body!"

"It's okay, I can't die." The old man laughed and said, "How can I say that I am also a holy mage."

Roland pouted secretly in his heart, a very old-fashioned name.