Mages Are Too OP

At this time, more than 20,000 players in Wetland City have tried their best to go to the Space Magic Tower, but there are still a large number of players rushing to Wetland City.

After all, this is the first city that the player truly owns, and almost all guilds choose to set up their headquarters here.

A large number of life players have settled here, and various industrial chains have been formed.

For example, weapon manufacturing, armor manufacturing, ore transportation, magic material transportation, etc.

The place where Moulton appeared was just above the resident of the Fat Cat Guild.

Mao Xiaopang is a relatively low-key guild. Although there are more than 300 people, the purpose of their guild is to play happily. Unlike most guilds that strive for the title of the strongest in the entire server, they prefer life and professional gameplay. Players are either a landscape party or a life flash mining party.

Of course, such a guild cannot be high profile.

But... this doesn't mean that the guild's combat effectiveness is poor.

On the contrary, the cohesion of this kind of guild will be much stronger than that of general fighting guilds.

So when the head of logistics let out a loud roar, the players of the Fat Cat Guild subconsciously threw out all the inventory in their hands.

When more than a dozen dimensional anchors were stacked together in the air, the magic light was extremely bright. If Morton was only discovered by the people of the Fat Cat Guild, then everyone in the city has seen this light.

And Moulton was in this light, and the extremely conspicuous dark red blood strip on the top of his head was as obvious as the moon in the dark night.

After a brief hesitation, a roar of surprise sounded almost at the same time.

Then came the sound of a large number of weapons being unsheathed.

Then more dimensional anchor scrolls were thrown out. In less than ten seconds, there were at least forty magic effects of dimensional anchors stacked beside Moulton.

Because it is the same magic, it can be superimposed almost infinitely.

It's like throwing dry cement powder into a reservoir.

Getting thicker, or firmer.

The effects of the dimensional anchor scrolls vary in intensity, but no matter how strong they are, Moulton can still use his mental power to break free from the effects caused by the dozen or so dimensional anchors before, but now, more than 40 dimensional anchor scrolls are thrown over. , even if he is the strongest space mage in the main plane, he can't struggle against the 'net' laid out by more than forty dimensional anchor scrolls.

He looked around, and a large number of golden sons rushed over with weapons and screaming.

The whole city boiled, and excited howls resounded through the sky.

Even a strongman like Moulton saw a dense crowd of people rushing towards him on the street, and many golden sons with a light body jumped onto the roof of the street, and then began to bend bows and arrows.

At this moment, Moulton seemed to see the sea of ​​worms in the devil world.

All directions are full of oily blackness, densely packed, and endless small things are attacking him.

He shuddered subconsciously and roared, "Elford, how dare you lie to me!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw countless arrows shot towards him.

As if the rain was pouring, and it continued.

Opening the magic shield, Morton flew upwards hard. Although he avoided most of the arrows, at least a hundred of them still hit his shield.

After all, he is a legend, and the strength of the magic shield is very high. These hundreds of arrows did not pose any threat to him at all. After reaching a certain level, he pointed downwards: "The bolide has fallen."

Huge bolides fall from the sky and can be seen clearly even in the daytime.

The tens of thousands of players below saw this scene and cried out.

"Fuck, this boss is too cruel, he is going to smash our home,"

"Who can stop this meteor?"

"Damn, let him blow up, we'll build it again, don't let the boss run away."

"The idiots under the boss's feet, run, the bolide will fall on you."

Many players who are already in the 'drop point' of the fireball want to run out, but there are too many players flocking to the boss at the same time, they can't retreat at all, so they simply use their most powerful long-range attack methods before dying. Greetings from Dunton.

The huge bolide dragged a long flame tail and fell to the ground.

All the buildings in the whole city were shaking.

A small mushroom cloud rose, and a deafening explosion sounded, accompanied by a huge wave of air.

At the central point of the fall, at least 300 players became coke directly in the explosion, and about 100 were killed by the flames and air waves of the explosion.

A bolide caused at least a deep pit of about 400 square meters.

The pitch-black pits and the black smoke rising from the curls illustrate the terrifying degree of this spell.

The buildings around the pit collapsed in large numbers.

Such a five-ring group attack spell can cause huge panic in any country or city.

Moulton withdrew his fingers and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

I wanted to see such a terrifying scene, even the son of gold should be afraid.

After all, not everyone is a lunatic like Roland.

Then the next second, he was locked by more arrows and magic.

Looking at the arrows rising from under his feet like a black cloud, Moulton's face was taken aback, and then he rushed into the sky.

No matter how hard his magic shield was, he didn't want to resist so many arrows.

Moreover, these arrows are shot by professionals, and the power is not small.

As he rose higher, only a few arrows could barely reach him.

Moulton felt safer, and then in the next second, various negative magics were applied to him.

What debilitating technique, vigor reduction, energy drain and so on.

This is not over yet. I don't know when, a group of girls suddenly appeared outside the city. All the girls were riding on white horses, and two were even riding unicorns.

They waved their hands, and a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, densely packed like a dark cloud.

Seeing this scene, Moulton couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

These golden sons on the ground are not afraid of death, which is extremely annoying.

He didn't run away because none of these people seemed to be able to fly and could not threaten him. At the same time, his legendary status also made him unwilling to escape without any danger.

But when a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, the situation was different.

"Damn it." Moulton finally felt that the situation was a little troublesome.

He took a deep breath and started flying out of the city, intending to leave the range of the dimensional anchor and teleport away.

However, when he saw him moving out, many fast players followed.

He also throws dimensional anchor scrolls at Moulton's side from time to time.

Watching the dimensional anchors unfold around him, Moulton felt a headache.

Why are these golden sons so rich, they have thrown nearly a hundred dimensional anchor scrolls back and forth.

No matter how cheap this thing is, it still needs a gold coin.

In other words, just throwing the Dimension Anchor Scroll, the sons of gold threw away more than a hundred gold coins.

Should it be so wasteful?

In fact, Moulton didn't know that most of the dimensional anchor scrolls in the players' hands were produced by Wetland City.

In the red magic tower, Beta did not learn much magic, but just learned the ability to make magic scrolls. Moreover, the production volume is large and the cost is low. Each dimensional anchor scroll only has about thirty silver coins.

In addition, he is the city owner of Wetland City, and he has recruited a large number of NPC subordinates. It is too simple to build an industrial chain here.

Material acquisition, scroll making, and selling one-stop.

Therefore, as long as it is a guild, it will buy magic scrolls from Beta. Whether it is a dimensional anchor scroll or a proficient language, a batch will always be kept in the guild warehouse.

This is also the main source of income for the Wetland City government agencies.

All in all, there is not much else in Wetland City, and now there are many magic scrolls.

Because of the ability to teleport, space mages are not very good at researching flying magic.

As long as you can fly, the speed is acceptable. No matter how fast the flight speed is, can I have teleportation and teleportation?

So Moulton's flight speed is about 18 meters per second.

Not slow, but not fast either.

Seeing him flying out of the outer city, a crowd of pitch-black players followed behind.

While running, someone throws negative magic and dimensional anchor scrolls.

But after all, running is not as fast as flying, and soon the players on the ground are gradually thrown away.

Seeing that Moulton was about to get out of the restricted range of the dimensional anchor, the players were a little anxious and shouted.

"The boss is about to escape, and he will definitely be teleported when he is out of the range of the dimensional anchor. Who has a way to restrict him."

"Damn, how can all these bosses run like this, the black angel above is like this, and this is the same."

"Tie the scroll to the arrow and shoot it."

"good idea."

After all, some players still have more flexible brains. As soon as they shouted like this, players who responded quickly immediately followed suit.

Moulton looked at the range of the dimensional anchor and was in a good mood when he was about to fly out, but suddenly saw that several very different 'big head arrows' suddenly flew past him, and then bloomed. A transparent light pattern.

Another number of dimensional anchor magic unfolded around Morton.

Moulton was stunned at first, then blue veins appeared on his forehead.

These golden sons are sick. They spend so much resources and have to keep themselves. Are they crazy, or what?

Is this necessary?

Just when he was annoyed, there were a lot of Pu Teng Pu Teng voices behind him. He looked back and found that it was a large number of flying summoned beasts.

At this moment, he held a sigh of relief in his chest, and when he saw the flying summoned beast rushing over here, he said angrily, "Get out of here."

With his roar, a giant whirlwind formed, 'flying' at an extremely fast speed, and stirred a wide range of air flow, directly sucking a large group of flying creatures into it, twisting it into blood and flesh.

Many players were also involved and disappeared in the distance with the tornado.

Seeing that the flying summons had disappeared, Moulton snorted and seemed a little proud.

Then he turned around and continued to fly forward. He couldn't believe it anymore. He was flying in the air and couldn't get rid of the barbarians running on the ground?

Just as he was thinking about it, a strange sound suddenly came from behind him.

He looked back, but saw several strange wooden monsters following him. In front of the left and right wings of these strange wooden birds, there was a rotating fan blade. Under the rapid rotation, it looked like two transparent disc.

Moulton was stunned, what the heck is this.

Not to mention Morton, almost all the players were stunned.

It's not surprising that the human-powered plane can keep up with Moulton's flight speed, but... the players' perspectives are different.

The left and right wings of these human-powered planes are double-layered, so that the wings are stronger. Even if the material is not too good, it can also ensure that the wings will not fall apart casually.

But the problem is... there is a player hanging on the lower wings on the left and right sides.

These players hook their legs upside down on the lower wing, then hang upside down, draw bows and shoot arrows.

After shooting an arrow, take out another one from the space backpack.

More than a dozen planes chased up and down, left and right, and each plane had an archer hanging upside down on the left and right wings.

All kinds of beaded arrows, guiding arrows flying horizontally.

It just shot out the momentum of the MiG corridor in the air.

"Is this the legendary human intelligent self-aiming machine gun?"

The players were shocked.

Which guild player is this, so good at playing?

Outside the city, the girls from the Phoenix Guild chased after the horses and Moulton. Naturally, they also saw the dozen or so 'combination' planes in the air.

"These men are really children, and they can't think of such a playful move."

"Men are children until they die, and this game just magnifies their childlike innocence."

Just as the two girls were talking, more than a dozen planes quickly caught up with Moulton and bit him behind him.

And Moulton was continuously shot by more than 20 archers, and the magic shield behind his back was dinging non-stop. Although he could not break his defense temporarily, it made him upset.

With a roar, he turned around and was shot with an instant air bubble.

The planes behind reacted extremely quickly and spread out all at once, and some even performed a roller-turning operation.

Then the two players hanging under the wing were miserable. They were like two stones on a sling, straightened left and right into a straight line, and turned in circles as the plane turned.

At the same time, a shrill scream was heard, and even the ground could hear it clearly.

so poor!

Of course, some special players expressed different opinions.

"It looks so cool, it's even more fun than riding the Yunxiao Speedway, I really want to try it."

After these planes dispersed, they flanked from left to right and surrounded Moulton. At the same time, the 'human flesh machine gun' shot a dimensional anchor from time to time, continuing to block Moulton's space teleportation ability.

"These crooked demons, these goddamn flies." Moulton pointed at one of the human-powered planes that flew the closest: "Big lysis technique."

In his mind, this kind of thing that can fly into the air must be some kind of special magic tool.

As for why he couldn't feel the magic power, it should be a magic circle that concealed the magic power, so that this special flying magic device has the ability to sneak in and reconnaissance.

Any object made with magic will lose its magical effect under the big cracking technique, even if it doesn't fall apart.

However, to his surprise, after the flying magic tool was hit by the big cracking technique, not only did it not fall apart, but it could continue to fly, and there was no bullshit.

Could it be that the big cracking technique failed?

Just when he thought so, he saw a certain golden son hanging from the magic tool screaming, and his voice was quite panic.

The man's magic equipment was dispersed into magic element particles.

became nude.

Very hot eyes.

A long meat maggot fluttered along with the strong wind demon, very magical.

And disgusting!