Mages Are Too OP

Roland was looking at the magic flying boat at this time.

The group of handymen and some magic apprentices who were responsible for driving and maintaining the flying boats followed Roland in fear.

Andonara, holding Roland's arm, happily pointed at the sloping hole that ran through the entire flying boat: "At that time, I wanted to knock this thing down, but when I shot it, a hole came out. ...I thought I could pierce it."

"The next time you throw a large object or building with a gun, flatten the head of the gun, and then draw a cross groove on it to increase the rotation speed after the gun is thrown, which can greatly improve the tearing ability. The destructive power will skyrocket."

Andonara's eyes lit up: "Roland, you know a lot."

"This is just common sense." Roland waved his hand: "How about I help you study the battle system of the great swordsman and the brave in the future."

Andonara nodded again and again, very happy.

Generally speaking, although the warriors are discriminated against by spellcasters, they are aware of this, but when it comes to combat ability, they will say: spellcasters know how to fight head-on, they only know how to cast magic at a distance, no Courage does not know what power is.

It is a kind of self-professional affirmation and protection.

Subconsciously think that others do not understand what they are good at, in order to ensure their authority in this regard.

But Andonara is different.

She knew that Roland was very knowledgeable, although because of the plane, he didn't know much about the common sense of the world.

But she can still understand the temperament of a scholar and the way of thinking that a scholar has.

After all, there are many scholars in the palace, and she has also been in contact with these people and knows some of the external manifestations of such people.

And Roland, more scholarly than all the scholars she has come into contact with.

And he spends almost all of his time studying magic and reading books in this world.

Now he understands more and more about the world.

Even many palace scholars are inferior to him in terms of common sense.

What frustrates Andonara even more is the speed of Roland's progress in magic.

Ever since she became a legendary great swordsman, she saw that everyone was a marketer.

It's not her pride, it's the truth.

Except for the two angels descended from gods, or the World Tree, no one in this world can pose much threat to her.

If she had to find someone who could make her 'scared', it would be Roland.

As a vine-type woman, she has identified him now.

Another reason was that she saw Roland's terrifying speed of progress.

When she became a legend, she thought he was so weak.

But now, he can already give her a strong feeling.

If it goes on like this, within five years, she thinks that Roland will definitely be able to catch up with her.

And Roland's ability to grow so fast has nothing to do with his scholarly consciousness.

Study, think, study again, think again, trial and error, find the truth of magic,

In the impression of many people, conscientiousness and hard work are just nouns, and there is no actual impression.

But as a bedside person, Andonara knew how hard Roland worked.

It doesn't seem strange that the Son of Gold doesn't need to sleep, and he doesn't need to rest.

But he has almost no interest in banquets or socializing.

The time is almost entirely devoted to researching magic and studying.

Because she was too worried about Roland's physical and mental health, Andonara, who had always been shy, became "unrestrained", and from time to time, she took the initiative to find opportunities to pull him away, which really broke her heart.

So in Andonara's eyes, his man is very smart and knowledgeable, and if he wants, he can do everything that others can't imagine.

She herself is the best witness.

Witnessed a weak son of gold grow strong at a rapid rate.

Witness his rise from obscurity to fame among the Holevin aristocracy.

All of this made her think that there is nothing her man can't do.

Not to mention the trivial matter of helping him improve his combat skills.

After Roland inspected the entire flying boat, he was a little excited.

This thing he has been on a few times before, is essentially a luxury yacht in the sky.

Men, they all want something like luxury cars and yachts, and Roland is no exception.

Moreover, this flying boat contains very advanced magic concepts. As long as he understands it thoroughly, Roland can be sure that his level of magic can be further advanced. Maybe some techniques can be used in the construction of floating airships.

He then gathered the handymen and magic apprentices on the ship.

"You are all prisoners now. Whether it is according to the rules of the Frans country or the rules of our Hollevin, I have the right to deal with you."

Hearing this, nearly a hundred people in front of them all seemed confused and scared.

They are all just ordinary people, those magic apprentices are just ordinary civilians.

If it was a magic apprentice from a noble family, he would not be put on this flying boat as a coolie.

"Now I'll give you two choices. One is to stay on this ship. As long as you work for one year, I will use the flying boat to send you home. Of course, you can also stay and continue to work."

More than 100 people talked a lot, like an extremely wet market.

After waiting for their voices to calm down, Roland continued: "The other option is to leave by yourself. Of course, I will give each of you a silver coin as travel expenses."

This time, the discussion was louder.

A daring magic apprentice raised his hand and said, "Your Excellency, a silver coin is not enough to get us back to the space magic tower from here."

"That's your business." Roland waved his hand: "I forgive your lives and give you some food, so I'm already very kind. How to go back next is something you have to consider."

Having achieved this step, Roland felt that he had done his best.

More than a hundred people, most of them, felt that Roland was very reasonable.

If they were the victors themselves, it would be strange not to squeeze the value of the captives to the point of dry vegetables.

After a short period of thought, these people all agreed on the first option.

They are willing to continue working on the flying boat.

Roland nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "You will not regret this decision, I also have a magic tower in my name, although it is still far from the magic towers of the major holy places, but I believe that it will take less than ten years. It will also grow to that point. At that time, you have the right to enter the magic tower to study."

Except for Andonara, who was full of admiration, no one believed Roland's words.

On the other side, nearly 5,000 players gathered in the newly built station.

There are fewer and fewer players coming.

At least 30,000 players cross the sea by human-powered planes or wooden galleons.

But it was only these 5,000 people who arrived safely.

Here, the square, ten-meter-high rock wall blocks most prying eyes.

In the past few days, the players of the scout profession have entered the city of Tebel and have found out the bottom of the city.

At the same time, they also assisted Maro Martha in transferring a large number of cat people to this station.

And at least half of the players here, began to indulge in cats.

As the most beautiful and elegant black cat among the cat people, Maro Martha was watched by more than ten times as many people.

She was not used to it at first, but now she can completely ignore the enchanted golden son next to her.

She wandered around the station every day, and this day she pointed at the more than 300 male players in the corner of the station with a curious expression: "I found that you seem to be excluding them, and you seem to be afraid of them, what's going on? ."

There is also discrimination among cat people.

But instead of being discriminated against, this group of people seems to be less gregarious and then feared.

Seeing these men eating gooey curry, the psychology female player who had been following the black cat all the time turned green: "They are our secret weapons, the terrible ones, don't get involved with them!"

Maro Martha swept her tail, the female player said so mysteriously, she was even more curious, looking at the more than 300 people, her eyes were shining.

In the central large room of this station, six players held a meeting around the stone table.

They are all guild leaders.

"The transfer of the cat people has been completed, and the remaining cat people are unwilling to leave. They are die-hard fans of the space magic tower, and the news that we are going to attack the space magic tower was also spread by these cat people before."

"It's normal, there are good people and bad people in every race. Cat people are cute, but they're not exempt."

"Half a day ago, we had already submitted the gauntlet to the Space Magic Tower, and we had also shouted to the people in Tebel City to let the civilians leave early to avoid being affected."

"The results of it?"

"Those civilians laughed at our caller as an idiot, and then threw back some camel dung. Someone was covered in paste."

The other five guild leaders showed quite emotional expressions.

One of them sighed: "So this is the cause and effect."

"In that case, in two hours, let's attack as planned. Three hundred white maggot warlocks will be under your command, Andrew."

The player named Andrew stood up, nodded, and his expression was quite serious: "Don't worry, we will not let you down in the Flying Guild."

Then he strode out of the meeting room.

When he came to a certain outer corner of the station, three hundred players with different temperaments saw him and all stood up.

A white light flashed, and a white maggot with a body length of at least two meters appeared beside them.

Then, under their command, these fleshy white maggots were divided into three rows, one hundred in each row, all raised their heads.

Damn, it's about to start.

The players who saw this scene all stepped back, and at the same time, almost everyone put on masks or scarves for themselves.

Catwoman Maro Martha was very strange, she looked around, not understanding why these people suddenly put on masks.

"Give you one." The female player extended a helping hand.

Maro Martha shook her head: "I don't like covering my face, it's very uncomfortable."

"Really not? You'll regret it."

Maro Martha is stubborn: "Don't!"

The female player smiled playfully: "Okay. As you please!"

At this time, Andrew took out a white military cap from the system backpack, and the cap badge was a bald eagle.

Then he stood at attention and stood up straight, like a great officer.

"What is he doing?"

"Life needs a sense of ritual." Andrew muttered, and then he supported his white military cap.

Then, with a grim expression on his face, he roared.

"The 400th Field Artillery Battalion is fully prepared, the firing angle is 53, and the yellow ammunition is loaded..."

The three hundred white maggots have round things in their bodies, which flow from the central cavity to the tail, forming a huge 'spherical' shape.

Then he made a heavy stroke with his right hand.

Roared heartily.

"Fire!"