Mages Are Too OP

Li Lin and others are about to start.

After all, anyone who wants to be taken away inexplicably will want to resist, especially when they have extremely strong force.

But Roland reached out and stopped them.

"I'm a little curious as to why you're taking us away," he asked calmly to two apparently enforcers.

"Regulations." The elf law enforcer said with a cold face: "Every outsider who lives here will be registered by the City Lord's Mansion."

Oh, I see.

It is similar to the refugee record, which is convenient for management.

In that case, it's okay to register.

They are just here to complete the mission, there is no need to fight with the violent organs here. If the forces are hostile, the chances of them completing the mission will be greatly reduced. More things are worse than less things.

With this thought in mind, Roland and the others followed the two elves to the City Lord's Mansion.

Along the way, Roland found that the people here were quite haggard and their complexion was not very good.

One is that the underworld is too dead and it is not suitable for biological survival, and the other is that it is too barren and it is not easy to grow food.

Fortunately, some elves have also lived here, and there are even a few Druids.

These plant experts have cultivated a crop that can grow in the underworld. Not counting the yield per mu, it will only look like 150 kilograms. However, it ripens once in March, and there is no such thing as spring, summer, autumn and winter in the underworld, so plants can continue to grow. The land is cultivated, but it feeds many people.

Even so, there are not many places where this kind of crops can be planted, so life in the underworld is still troubled by the problem of food.

The City Lord's Mansion is not big, that is, a small stone building covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters.

All the buildings in the city are short, no more than three stories high.

After entering the city lord's mansion, the orc soldiers stopped at the door, and the elves took the five people inside.

Since the City Lord's Mansion is not big, Roland saw the other party after going up to the second floor directly.

Another elf in an old robe.

The robe is made of twine and is rough.

At this time, Roland finally knew why others could see at a glance that they were from the outside world.

Clothes...they wear clothes that look too new and good-looking compared to the people here.

"Please sit down." The male elf in front of him is also blond and blue-eyed, as handsome as the other elves in the forest, but his complexion is obviously not as good as the elf on the main plane, and even looks a bit gloomy: "It's rare to have five friends at a time. ."

The level of the male elf in front of him is LV13, which is quite high.

And on the way, Roland also discovered that the level of the people in the underworld is generally high, and the proportion of professionals is also very high, it is estimated that there should be one-tenth.

But it's normal to think about it. The environment here is harsh. If you want to survive, of course you have to have enough strength.

In this small group, Shuke is generally responsible for diplomacy. After all, high charm is most suitable for this kind of place.

"Your Excellency, are there few people living in this place?" Shuke asked.

"It's quite a lot, but the time is uncertain. Sometimes it's every few years, sometimes every few days. It's hard to say." The male elf glanced at Shuke, and then his eyes fell on Roland: "You have our elves on you. Bloodline... we are all relatives, brother, can you tell me, mother is fine."

Shuke shrugged and stood in a pair of pants.

Roland really didn't expect that the elf bloodline he chose to transfer to the Elemental Lord would actually play a role again.

He nodded: "Very good, everything is fine with the elves, but in comparison, I feel more like a human."

The elf on the opposite side showed a tangled color, and finally sighed: "It seems that you grew up in the human world, so I don't blame you for thinking so. Now I want to ask, what are your plans for the next?"

"I don't have any plans for now, let's take a step by step." Roland replied.

"You don't seem to have any surprises or uncomfortable feelings about your own wandering into the underworld?"

The elf looked at the five people with a strange expression.

Their expressions were too calm.

This elf is the local city lord, and he is an aboriginal in the underworld, but as an elf, even in the underworld, he worships the world tree just like his ancestors did. Due to the long life and powerful abilities of the elves, their inheritance cannot be broken even in the underworld.

Of course, this is related to the underworld God's difficulty in dealing with them.

Otherwise, it would not be difficult for the gods to transform them into drow-like creatures.

She has been active for nearly two hundred years, and has registered a lot of wanderers who have broken the world. Whenever they know that they have come to the underworld, they are all as sad as their dead parents.

It's the first time he's seen it so peacefully.

"Don't you want to cry?" Roland shrugged indifferently: "And we will find a way to go back."

Roland didn't want to reveal that he could teleport back to the main plane.

I am afraid that something will happen that will affect my mission.

And these people have lived here for so long, and it is not necessary for them to change their way of life.

"Then register it." The city lord looked at Roland, gave himself a polygraph, boiled a quill with some black juice, and placed it on the parchment: "Tell me about your identity, occupation, and race. "

"Roland, the magician, the race is the son of gold."

Hearing this, the city lord was obviously stunned: "The son of gold? What race is this? The bards who came down three years ago did not mention this race."

"Small races in remote corners of the world, it's normal to have never heard of it." Roland shrugged.

At this time, there was a happy atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

‘God TM’s small race from a remote world perspective, Roland loves to humble himself too much. ’

'Magicians are liars. ’

'It's not a lie, the Holevin we are in is indeed a remote world, and the number of 500,000 people is not a small race. ’

'There is no way, people with high intelligence always like to hide something when they speak. ’

'I think he simply doesn't want to explain it to others, lest they ask questions. ’

'It's possible! People with high IQ generally don't want to chat with people with low IQ, because he thinks it's very troublesome to explain, and then you say that people don't have emotional intelligence... Yes, those nerds in your mouth. ’

In fact, some netizens are right. Roland is too lazy to explain so much. If it weren't for the polygraph, he wouldn't even say the word 'son of gold', and it would be over just as a human being.

The elf city master sighed: "Mage... I thought you were a warlock. In the underworld, magicians have a very bad life."

"Will it be hung on the wall of the unbelievers by the underworld god?"

The elf city lord smiled and said, "Indeed, so you'd better believe in anyone, the Underworld God is not bad, not to mention beautiful, and have a good personality."

"Hanging people's souls on the wall of the unbelievers is also called good character?" Roland was stunned: "Wait, the God of the Underworld is a woman? But when I read the book, it's not that its gender is unknown, it's just a black fog. ?"

"How is that possible! Even the Heretic God has a body, so how could the Underworld God be a fog?" The elf city master smiled: "She is just afraid that her body will be looked directly at, and those watching will be insane, so she turned into a fog state. ."

Roland asked: "So, City Lord, you haven't seen the Underworld God?"

It may be that he agrees with Roland's elf bloodline. The city owner seems to be very patient with Roland: "I haven't seen it before, my strength is low, and I dare not look directly at the gods."

"It seems that the Underworld God will appear often?"

"That's for sure." The elf city owner smiled happily: "This is the underworld, her home, how is it possible that it doesn't appear often. It's just that she doesn't pay much attention to us. Well, other people also report their identity and occupation. ."

The other four reported some of their information.

After recording it, the elf city lord looked at Shuke: "You are a paladin, remember not to mess around with light magic here, many people will be uncomfortable."

"why?"

"Many residents who are not professionals, because of the adaptation of the times to survive, in order to survive here, their bodies are more or less mixed with dark elements, if you cast the light magic, even if you see you from a distance Ordinary people may not be able to bear the divine light, and may even become blind."

Shuke nodded: "I understand, I will restrain myself."

"As expected of a paladin known for his kindness." The elf city lord nodded with satisfaction: "Also, you are new here and have no place to stay. Do you want to buy a few houses in this city to live in?"

"The house is expensive, right?" Roland asked. On the way to the City Lord's Mansion, he discovered that there are not many houses in this city, but there are not many people.

"It's expensive for the aborigines here, but it's not expensive for those of you who have just arrived in the underworld." The elf city lord pointed to their fairly high-quality clothes: "Just the fresh clothes on your body, Worth a moderately open house.”

Roland once again saw the clothes on the Elf City Lord's body, the linen robe.

It turned out that the other party was not frugal, but that he really did not have good clothes to wear.

He quickly took out several sets of spare clothes from the space backpack and put them on the table: "Then trouble the city lord to help us choose five sets of good houses."

Looking at the new clothes on the table, the Elf City Lord was quite happy: "Okay, you are very good. Anrol, come here, take these five friends to the northern suburbs, and let each of them choose a house."

The elf guards who brought Roland and five people here before appeared again.

He bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Roland and the others followed behind them and left the City Lord's Mansion.

The city owner watched a few people leave at the window, then he closed the window, picked up a few pieces of clothes, and went into the inner room to try them on.

Roland and the others followed behind the elf. After walking for a while, Roland asked, "Your Excellency Anrol, can I ask a question."

"Tell me." He also seemed to sense the elf blood on Roland.

"Are there any blood races in this underworld?"

"Why ask this question." Anrol looked back at Roland curiously.

"Because of this friend, he is a paladin and has extreme hatred with the blood race."

Shuke reluctantly made an angry expression.

"Yes, yes, but you'd better not mess with them." An Luoer continued to walk forward, and said at the same time: "The blood clan is now protected by their true ancestors, and no one dares to be hostile to them except the Underworld God."