Mages Are Too OP

Not to mention the two noble mages involved, the seven mages watching the play in the main hall felt their scalps numb subconsciously when they heard Roland's words.

If the scolding between Beta and the two noble mages was just arrogance and toughness, then Roland felt cold and arrogant.

Very proud and sarcastic.

As if looking at two giant slugs.

It looks disgusting.

Not to mention the two noble mages involved, even the seven mages watching the play next to him felt that Roland's expression was too much.

To think so...underestimate the two nobles of France.

'To you'.

With such a high status, he dared to reprimand the two noble mages of France so high.

You must know that the Kingdom of France is the most powerful, richest, and most powerful country in magic (scientific) technology in the human world.

The nobles of France are the real nobles, and the nobles of other countries are only small landowners in the countryside.

Even the kings of other countries, in the eyes of the French nobles, are also turtles.

This is already the truth that the human world, and even the orc world, recognizes.

No way, the country of Frans has been strong for hundreds of years, and it is completely the center of the human world's economy, art, culture, and military. From the founding of the country to the present, it has never lost a war.

Even if there are occasional losses in small areas, on the big battlefield, the advantage will always be taken back.

Hundreds of years of friction have made the entire human world almost acquiesce to the status of the 'boss' of the Kingdom of France.

But players don't.

After all, the real country where the players are located has been the boss for two or three thousand years. Not long ago, it was weaker, but now it is ready to return to its peak.

Players are proud of themselves, the Kingdom of France is a piece of shit.

Moreover, these two nobles, if they get some water on their bodies, will kill, there is no concept that life is priceless.

In addition, Roland was very angry in France some time ago, and now he is very upset to see these French nobles.

The two factors combined, Roland's impression of these two nobles was terrible.

Naturally speaking, it is not polite.

Roland was too arrogant, and the two nobles were temporarily stunned. The man with the wet robe asked with a sullen face, "Where are you from?"

Although Roland speaks Holevin, and because it does not hinder communication, the other party can understand it.

So... the other party can also hear that Roland speaks the language of another country.

Hearing the other party asking such a silly question, Roland smiled: "Didn't you hear Beta calling me 'brother'? Of course I'm barely a Holevin native."

As soon as they heard that it was the small country of Holevin again, the surrounding nobles were a little moved, but their expressions were more solemn.

Because they could feel it, Roland's strength was already close to the master level.

The arrogant young man just now came from a small and remote country like Holevin, but he has already surpassed the elite, and this one is already approaching the master.

The two of them are so young and promising.

When can a small country cultivate such powerful magical talents?

Another noble mage said in a light tone: "You are very kind, don't you know, all the magic towers, whether red, purple, colorless, etc... The masters in these magic holy places, at least one More than half of them were born in France. You are a small country in Hollevin, dare to talk to us like this?"

Of the other seven magicians, four were slightly displeased, and three were in agreement.

The corner of Roland's mouth twitched slightly: "I don't know, and I don't care. Now I just want you to pick up the gold coins, and Beta will reward you, you have to follow it carefully."

Everyone felt a chill rush from their nostrils to their heads.

Is this man relying on something, or is still stunned.

In fact, the other party has already darkened in the red magic tower. With their backstage, this man dares to speak like that?

So special.

This is not a magician, but a warrior in the skin of a magician.

The two noble mages dared not answer. Most of the mages, to put it nicely, are called rational, and to put it uglier, they know how to calculate the profit and loss, especially the mages from the noble family, who know how to consider the profit and loss.

They have already understood that the Lengtouqing Mage from this small country in front of them is very angry, and even if the two of them join forces, they may not be able to beat each other.

If you are tough, the other party gets angry and kills the two of you. Even if your relatives can avenge him, he will still die after all.

How not worth it!

So they didn't dare to push Roland hard, but after all, they were also nobles, and nobles of France, and they still had to want the face they deserved.

They can express their attitude with silence.

I am afraid of you and dare not stand against you, but we will not persuade soft words casually.

"It seems that you don't want to." Roland didn't bother to care about such unspoken rules at the noble level, and he said slowly: "I'll say it again, pick it up, you have five seconds to think about it."

"five."

Roland began to cast a lot of ice magic.

With him as the center, the white ice pattern quickly spread around.

"Four."

In one second, the floor of the entire hall has been turned into a vast expanse of white.

Seeing an exaggerated situation, the faces of the seven magicians watching the play changed drastically. Those who were close to the door rushed out, and three others immediately ran to the window and jumped out of the window in a hurry.

"three."

The white ice pattern was thickening and spreading upward from the wall at a rapid rate. In less than half a second, the ceiling was covered with a layer of frost.

You can even hear the dense 'chachacha' sound when the ice freezes.

Incessantly.

The two noble mages were now pale and their legs trembled slightly.

However, because the magic robes are generally very wide, no one can see them embarrassingly.

"two."

The ice layer on the ground was thickening, and the two noble mages dared not move. Under the pressure of Roland's terrifying magical power, they were even in a trance.

And those magicians who escaped from the main hall, outside the dormitory building, watched Zhi Bingshuang climb up quickly from the outer wall of the first floor, and within half a second, they had already climbed to the third floor, and the speed did not decrease.

There was also a large amount of white air-conditioning spewing out from the door of the dormitory.

The ice even started slowly creeping down the street from the door.

The seven magicians gasped in horror.

"one."

The ice layer in the main hall was thicker.

Roland's right hand began to slowly rise.

His action directly awakened the two noble mages.

As if having a nightmare, the two fell to their knees on the ground and said almost simultaneously, "Please wait, Your Excellency, we will pick it up immediately, and we will pick it up immediately."

They lay on the ground, digging hard on the ice that was not too thick with both hands.

The gold coins are frozen under the ice, and the ice must be broken to find it.

The difficulty is much higher than before.

But they dared not say a word more.

Roland clicked his tongue: "Unfortunately!"

When the two heard this, they shivered again.

Find coins faster.

Most noble mages have a common weakness.

Never experienced wind and rain.

They have a lot of resources and are protected by their families, so their growth is very smooth, and they hardly encounter any setbacks.

Stack up the levels with lots of family resources.

To put it bluntly, it is the flowers that are raised in the greenhouse with black fertilizer and good water.

And Roland is different...he was bitten to death by a spider once before he left the novice village.

After killing a lot of people, and then dying twice, I have seen the big scene several times.

In the words of the nobles, in fact, Roland's hands were already full of blood.

He didn't feel it himself, but among those who had not faced danger and blood, Roland was extremely murderous.

He released a spiritual and magical aura, with a terrifying 'butcher' style.

Besides, he really wanted to kill someone just now.

The killing intent of a magician can become substantial under the blessing of powerful spiritual power.

How could two playboys who grew up with the grace of their family dare to face a tiger in the face.

Roland watched quietly. The two noble mages scratched at the ice with their fingers, and their fingers began to break and bleed, and they dared not stop.

At this time, outside the dormitory, a middle-aged red-robed magician suddenly descended from the sky.

He saw that the outer wall of the entire dormitory building was covered in frost, and his expression couldn't help moving.

Then without saying a word, he opened the magic shield and rushed directly into the dormitory building.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw two noble mages running on the ground, frantically digging at the ice balls without any image, as if they were looking for something.

"Bilder, Heinris, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged magician looked rather unhappy.

Hearing his shout, the two noble mages were shocked. They looked at the middle-aged mages with aggrieved expressions, but still did not dare to stand up.

"You still don't stand up, what are you kneeling on the ground like?"

The two noble mages shook their heads vigorously, but still did not dare to move.

Their eyes peeked at Roland.

The middle-aged magician looked at Roland who was standing in front of the two noble mages: "They are like this, are you the ghost?"

"No kidding." Roland turned around and smiled: "They were just helping me pick up the gold coins that fell to the ground."

The middle-aged magician's eyes swept across the main hall, looking at the layer of frost attached to the entire dormitory, and then his eyes returned to Roland, the expression on his face seemed to soften: "Young man, you are a magic student, call what name?"

"Roland."

Roland is ready to "line up" with this middle-aged magician.

After all, this person seems to be a relative of the two noble mages.

But I didn't expect that the middle-aged magician's eyes lit up: "Wait, are you Roland, the Roland of oil-making and water-making?"

Roland nodded: "It should be me."

"Your oil-making technique is very interesting. It has been improved from the oil-making technique, so that the magicians at the bottom can make a lot of money with magic, which is very original." The middle-aged magician walked up to Roland and was quite excited. He said, and even danced a little: "And your water-making technique is also imaginative, and I can see that the nodes in the water-making technique are placed quite perfectly, using only eight nodes, but with a very small amount of magic power. , open a very small space channel to transport water from other places. Quite a creative idea. Come, since you are a ruby-like member, our group of teachers heard that you are coming, and everyone wanted to see you. After all, it has been more than a hundred years, and no spell named after the creator has appeared."

He put his hands on Roland's shoulders: "Come with me to the laboratory in Midtown first. There is a node that I don't quite understand. Come and explain it to me."