Mages Are Too OP

Moulton had never seen such a terrifying population.

Don't be afraid to die, you can't die.

And he has a strange obsession with killing enemies.

Until now, he has not figured out why these people suddenly attacked him.

Mingming had just teleported to this city, and then the whole city rioted.

It seems that everyone considers themselves their enemy.

Moulton has been flying ahead, followed by the weird flying magic device left and right and behind.

He didn't understand why his big cracking technique was useless for the aircraft, and the golden son with the whole body magic equipment was directly naked.

It doesn't make sense.

He became more and more puzzled, and at the same time, his heart became more and more anxious.

Dimension anchor scrolls kept unfolding around him.

Due to the harassment of those flying machines, his current flying speed has dropped significantly.

The flying magic, which was not fast in the first place, was dragged into a 'turtle speed', and even the Son of Gold on the ground was biting tightly behind him.

A large group of archers ran lightly, shooting arrows at him at the same time.

At this time, there were no spells attacking him.

Because most of the mages of the Son of Gold have not grown up.

Their physical stamina is not as good as that of warriors and archers, and they can't fly magic, so they can't keep up with large groups.

Moulton turned around, another air cannon.

Because of the limitation of the dimensional anchor, now he has the strongest space magic ability, and he can't use it at all.

Only some simple spells can be used.

As a result, the air cannon of the wind system still did not hit the enemy.

Instead, his speed was temporarily slowed for a few seconds because of the spellcasting, and a wave of arrows shot towards his head and face.

He flew forward hard and avoided most of the arrows, but he was still hit by hundreds of cold arrows.

Son of Gold is too good at area saturation attacks.

After being hit, the ripples of the magic shield become more and more, which is a manifestation of the decrease in the strength of the magic shield.

He looked back at the ground and found that behind him, a long, black stream of people followed.

This stream of people spread from the Wetland City on the far horizon, as if it were a terrifying monster tentacle stretched out from the Wetland City.

I want to bring him back.

"They're all lunatics." Moulton spat out angrily. He gritted his teeth and planned to launch another group attack magic.

Like ice tornadoes or something.

However, he just thought about it and gave up.

A group attack magic can kill at most three or four hundred golden sons.

But the terrifying flow of people below is made up of at least 40,000 people. How many large magic spells does he need to use to kill them all?

Is it true that large-scale group attack magic does not require magic power?

Is it true that the son of gold cannot be resurrected?

He flew forward desperately, while secretly ruthless in his heart: When I go back, I must find a way to get rid of this wetland city. These golden sons must not gather together. After they gather together, it is really terrible.

He was stunned and flew forward, and now he has no plans to fight back.

Keep enough mana to support the magic shield and to fly.

Although the magic power of legendary mage is many, it is not infinite.

He was attacked by the chasing aircraft behind him, and the running archers on the ground, from time to time, would throw an arrow or two from the cold, and the target head was quite terrifying. Of the ten arrows, at least five could hit him.

The magic power is declining at a fairly rapid rate.

In panic, he thought, using his stamina to get rid of these golden sons.

And then... the time has gone by for half an hour, not to mention that the magic device flying in the air has not been thrown away, and even a large number of people on the ground are coming.

He took a closer look and found that these people had mounts.

Almost every man has a horse.

Moulton was already a little tired by now.

Then those golden sons were still screaming in spirit.

After another half an hour, he still hadn't let go of these golden sons, and even the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Obviously, the stamina of the golden sons seems to be stronger than that of Moulton.

But that's just an illusion, mainly because Moulton is getting too much attacked.

His magic must be used to maintain shields and flight.

At this time, Moulton had some fear in his heart, and his brain was running fast, thinking about how to escape from the pursuit of these golden sons.

A lot of methods come to mind and are quickly rejected.

Suddenly, he saw a city appear on the horizon ahead.

His eyes lit up, and he flew into the city by himself. Those golden sons who claim to be righteous and kind should take into account the lives of the civilians in the city and would not attack indiscriminately.

He immediately lowered some flying heights, intending to escape into the city with the shortest distance.

Then he lowered the height, and immediately gave some people an opportunity to take advantage.

At least 50 nets have voted up.

And these nets are all large nets made of iron wire.

The icy metallic sheen reflects in the sunlight.

Many thieves and hunters who can throw nets participated in the battle against vampires more than a year ago. At that time, they used grass rope nets. For ordinary people, it was very tough and it was almost impossible to break free. For vampires, it's not too difficult to tear apart.

At that time, although the vampires could fly at low altitudes in the net, the net would soon be broken by the vampires and could not have much control.

So since then, many players have begun to improve the production technology of throwing nets.

In the end, the barbed wire was all made out, and some magic materials were even mixed into it, which greatly enhanced the toughness of the barbed wire.

Thirteen of these more than fifty wires of iron mesh actually caught Moulton.

Instantly wrapped him into a wire ball.

Because of the fact that the magic shield is still there, it is naturally impossible for these barbed wire nets to be tied to his body, but with more than a dozen nets, each net should be at least five kilograms, and suddenly there are about 80 kilograms of things on his body. Not only did it slow down, but the flight altitude became lower again.

Oops!

Through the magic shield, Moulton saw that his vision was blocked by a thick layer of barbed wire, and he could not tell the direction.

Flying slower, and flying lower, attracts more net throwing attacks.

In less than ten seconds, more than twenty pieces of barbed wire were wrapped around his body.

This time it is not a wire ball, but a wire cocoon.

The kind that can't see people.

"Get him down."

The players running on the ground roared.

At this time, a plane climbed above Moulton's head, and then almost vertically, using the acceleration of gravity, crashed down.

It was obviously an old-fashioned propeller plane. Under the acceleration of this potential energy, it almost flew out of the sense of speed of an old-fashioned jet plane.

Then the human-powered plane hit Moulton directly at a very domineering angle.

The pilot of the plane did not parachute, and the two pendants on the wing did not jump away either.

The three of them used their own weight to add a more powerful potential energy impact to the plane.

The plane whizzed down and hit Moulton, who was flying more and more slowly.

At the moment of impact, the plane fell apart, sputtering wood in the sky. The potential energy was transferred and Moulton was knocked to the ground like a shell out of the chamber.

The three players also fell to the ground among the wood fragments in the sky. At that time, they became the three groups of Masek who could not bear to look directly at them.

Morton was still alive, and the magic shield blocked most of the impact of the fall for him. He stood up with difficulty. No matter who it was, there were 30 or 40 throwing nets on the outside of the magic shield, and the total weight was at least nearly If a foreign object weighing 200 kilograms is pressed on him, anyone will feel very uncomfortable.

Yet Moulton stood up.

It's tough.

He can't see what's going on outside, but he can detect it with his mental power.

The dense sea of ​​people is rushing in quickly, and someone has already surrounded him. Those Summoner girls who run fast on their mounts, their maneuvering speed is much stronger than most players.

Can't escape by yourself?

Moulton looked at the throwing net outside the magic shield, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Then there was extreme fear in my heart.

Everyone is afraid of death, even Moulton.

He couldn't see the outside, but still shouted: "I am the elder of the space magic tower, as long as you let me go, I will..."

Before the bribery was over, he felt a blow to his head.

Fortunately, there was a magic shield blocking it, so there was no damage.

But the outer layer of the magic shield had cracks.

Now Moulton is even more anxious: "You listen to me, I can really give you a lot of money, a lot of money."

Then what he heard in his ear was the excited roars of the Golden Sons charging.

The cracks in the magic shield have 'grown' to the front and back.

Moulton took a deep breath and said, "Ten gold coins per person."

"Believe in you to be a ghost."

The players shouted.

If there was some hesitation just now, but now the players are all filled with righteous indignation.

There are at least thirty or forty thousand players in Wetland City.

Ten gold coins per person is an exaggerated reward of 300,000 to 400,000 gold coins.

This amount of money, no one thinks Moulton can get it, because it is too much.

Then came the frenzied attacks of the players.

After a few melee operations, the shield was still not broken, but the throwing net on Moulton was cut a lot, and he could already see the situation ahead.

The dense sea of ​​people formed a large circle, and these golden sons were all looking at him with smiling eyes.

It looks like some of the good masculine aristocrats he saw when he was a child.

"A magician has to die like a gentleman." Moulton looked at the swarming players, and his heart was very desperate: "But don't think too much."

"I will wait for you at the Wall of Unbelievers."

The icy and desperate voice was drowned out by the swarming screams, and no waves were raised.

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Half an hour later, there were a lot of posts thanking Roland on the forum.

The content is similar.

'I didn't expect that this boss that was spawned was actually the final boss to be defeated in an epic mission. Who brought it here? ’

"Who else could it be except Roland?"

"Didn't Roland have a white cat? Let's drag the black cat away."

'Now that the big boss is slaughtered, the next thing to look at is the progress of those players who have crossed the ocean. ’

"It's really troublesome for the boss to actually explode."

Morton didn't come out with much, so the players didn't find anything of value, but luckily it was an epic quest, so even if most of the dimensional anchor scrolls were wasted, they felt it was worth it.

At this time, outside the city of Tebel, a small square assembly place has been built.

More than 300 Xiang Yan flow warlocks are ready.