Mages Are Too OP

Hearing Shuke's words, Roland took a breath: "Is this the teaching of the God of Light?"

"What do you think?" Shuke spread his hands: "Although this is not in line with the current values, in this feudal world and war under such a system, women are one of the important resources. Especially beautiful women are scarce. Resources. From the perspective of war, as long as it is a woman, it must be packed and brought home.”

"You actually admit such a teaching?" Roland was quite surprised: "The Goddess of Light is also a woman, right? She actually accepts such a teaching?"

Shuke leaned against the corner, with a face so handsome that the woman couldn't close her legs, with a faint mockery: "I have believed in the goddess of light for two years, and I can hear her voice from time to time, and I am considered a god in this world. A little understanding."

Hearing this, not only the other basic friends, but even the netizens in the live broadcast room, subconsciously forgot to post the barrage.

Seeing Roland's listening appearance, Shuke continued: "It can be said that the god is actually a fantasy life born from the ocean of our human spirit. The spiritual energy she was born out of in the human world... is similar to the subconscious of the human collective. Things, and there are as many as a dozen, what is the God of Water, God of Fire, God of Thunder!"

Roland nodded, and he also guessed the gods.

"Because it is a life born from the collective consciousness of human beings, they all know what the believers know. On the other hand, they don't know all the knowledge that the believers don't know. The so-called omnipotence and omnipotence is only based on the perspective of the believers." Shuke shrugged: "So... when our entire sect believes that women are war supplies, what do you think the goddess will think?"

Roland shrugged, which was clear.

He suddenly remembered: "I remember that when I sacrificed a spell to the goddess of magic, she said something similar. After becoming a god, you will lose your creativity. It seems that being a god is not a very good thing. ."

"So to me, the goddess of light is just a very powerful and beautiful woman." Shuke showed a cynical smile: "Women are too lion hooves, they all say that men look at their faces, but in fact they look at their faces more."

Roland laughed dryly.

He is not a handsome guy and can't understand Shuke's sorrow.

Besides, her own queen, Andonara, doesn't look at her face.

There are always exceptions.

What the two of them said was nothing to them, but there was a tsunami in the live broadcast room.

'I'm sorry, what did I hear, the goddess is just a stronger, prettier woman? ’

'Damn, handsome guy is qualified to say this, but it doesn't mean that we ugly ghosts also have it. ’

‘You are ugly, I am not ugly. ’

'You are not ugly, you go to inauguration as a paladin. ’

'It's so heartbreaking...but the gods are not creative, this is an important piece of information. ’

'intelligence? It is called intelligence if it can be used, and spam if it cannot be used. Can you guarantee that you will meet the goddess in the future? I've calculated the amount of experience requirements for this game, and after the legend, it's going to be a pretty scary number. ’

'The gods are always powerful. ’

‘That is to say, if some of our players sincerely believe in gods, these gods will also understand the knowledge of our world? ’

‘Shouldn’t be, system protection or something? After all, there are blocking statements. ’

'possible! ’

'It's very scary to think about it, if the goddess of wisdom has learned to rub a nuclear bomb with her hands... just think about it and feel it. ’

'Then the question is, who is the goddess of wisdom? ’

‘It seems to be the hidden priesthood of the water god? ’

'Water God? Oh, then don't worry. ’

The netizens in the live broadcast room talked about what they had learned about the gods.

Roland and others began to inquire about the information.

Of course, because in the soul space, Roland had met with the true ancestor of the blood clan, so he stayed in the room and didn't go anywhere.

Shu Ke, Li Lin and others went outside.

Ragnar is very happy now. The small caravan he brought back this time is very generous.

He was given three silver coins in the front, and after finding a room for them, the other party gave him another five silver coins as an intermediary fee.

He distributed two of them to his 'orc sister', and he took the other three.

On the way home, he exchanged one of the silver coins for 94 copper coins. Recently, there are fewer copper coins that can be exchanged for silver coins. He remembered that some time ago, one silver coin could be exchanged for 105 copper coins. Now there are ten less coins. , but the prices did not seem to have dropped, which made him distressed.

He exchanged two copper coins for three pieces of fragrant white bread, and he returned home happily.

Then two human children taller than him rushed over and hugged him happily, and the little boy in the middle circled around him.

"Let go of me, you little guy, it's too rude, I'm an elder, I can't do this." Ragnar shouted vigorously.

The little boy put him down embarrassingly.

"Bread for you!" Ragnar put three loaves of bread on the table.

The two children each took a piece. The youngest girl looked at the last piece of white bread left on the table and asked cautiously, "Father, have you eaten it?"

"I've eaten it." Ragnar took off his old sackcloth shoes to see if there was any damage on them. Instead of looking up at his daughter, he continued, "Eat slowly and don't swallow. "

In fact, he didn't eat at all.

He hasn't eaten since the morning, and he plans to eat some coarse grains later... Although it cuts his throat and hurts his stomach, he can still eat enough.

Because he is a dwarf, the energy consumption is not much.

Now there are a few silver coins in hand, as long as you save a few flowers, it is enough to raise the children to be over ten years old, and then they can look for jobs.

Thinking of that time, Ragnar was full of expectations.

When I think about it, I won't have to be so tired.

The little girl listened to him eating, and continued to ask cautiously, "Can I bring this for my mother to eat?"

"No." Ragnar raised his head and stared at his little daughter quite unhappily: "If you dare to give it to her, don't eat it yourself."

The younger daughter didn't dare to speak, and lowered her head and nibbled at the bread silently.

After a while, the two children finished eating.

Ragnar said, "Go to bed, and go out with me tomorrow to find some work you can do."

The two little guys nodded vigorously, then obediently went to the stone bed beside them, and slept in their clothes.

In the underworld, there is no difference between day and night.

But people can roughly feel what time it is on the main plane based on their fatigue level and the instincts in their ancestors' blood.

Then sleep at the same time as the humans on the main plane.

After the two children fell asleep, Ragnar patched up his shoes and went out.

He bought a big black loaf of bread at a roadside stand and walked through the streets and alleys until he came to a corner where everything was rather dark.

There are many beggars there, and they are blind, like rotten wood.

Most of the people here are the elderly, and a small number of women.

Ragnar walked up to a black and thin woman and threw the brown bread in front of her.

The woman, who was almost skinny, saw the brown bread, and immediately hugged it like a hungry dog, and let out a low growl to the left and right, protecting her food.

The beggars around looked at the piece of black bread and were very jealous, but no one dared to grab it.

"Eat slowly, this is the pity my daughter gave you." Although Ragnar was short, compared to the human woman in front of him, he was even more outrageously short, and the other party was much taller than him. It's just that his eyes are high at this moment: "I'm really happy that you have become like this."

Hahahahaha!

With laughter, Ragnar turned and walked away.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a group of city guards holding a piece of parchment, asking anyone.

Soon a lot of people gathered next to the city guard squad.

He approached to join in the fun, and found a man painted on it, very similar to the businessman of the small caravan that he did a transaction not long ago.

"My lord, did you paint this person committing a crime?" Ragnar asked curiously.

"Of course, when you see this man, you must come and tell us that there is a grand prize." The leading squad leader held the parchment paper, slowly circled, and showed everyone the picture of the man on it: "This is a murderer, He tried to assassinate our Queen, very vicious, do not try to hunt him alone, it is extremely dangerous."

After explaining, the squad leader asked loudly, "Has anyone seen him?"

All shook their heads.

Ragnar twitched his eyebrows, didn't speak, didn't stand up.

The team leader was a little disappointed, and left with the team, ready to ask elsewhere.

Ragnar was thoughtful, and he started to walk back. He passed a dark and uninhabited alley. It was very quiet here, and it was also the way he often traveled. He walked for more than ten years without encountering any danger.

But not long after he walked in, he saw a man standing in the middle in front, holding a hunting bow, staring at him like a falcon saw its prey.

His cold sweat immediately flowed down.

He knew this person, and he was a guard in the caravan.

I was talking to the guard just now and was bumped into by this man?

He turned around and wanted to run away, but at the entrance of the alley, there was another black panther at some point, squatting like a statue that couldn't move.

It's just that Ragnar knew that the black panther was a monster, a master monster.

A terrifying creature that can bite off its own throat with just one pounce.

"Your Excellency." Ragnar turned quickly and knelt down to the hunter in front of him without hesitation. His head hit the ground, and after a bang, he was sweating all over: "Please don't kill me, I really didn't confess. What you mean, because I am also a member of the Anti-Blood Alliance. We should be friends."

The person who stopped Ragnar was Brazil the hunter.

He sneered: "I just heard about the Alliance. Almost everyone said that there are heroes in this anti-blood alliance who are not afraid of death. They have fought against the blood for hundreds of years. You don't look like a scumbag."

"The me ten years ago must be like you said, not afraid of death." Ragnar raised his head and sneered: "But now it is different, I have two children, if I die, in this city No one will take care of them, and they will starve to death. It doesn't matter if I die myself, the child can't have an accident."

Oh?

Brazil was a little surprised. He used the guild chat system to contact Roland. After a while, he said, "Okay, come with me, our 'boss' wants to see you again."