Mages Are Too OP

If there are outsiders here, most people see only a cloud of black mist.

But the four people in the field can clearly see the appearance of the god of the underworld.

The underworld god, who blinked his eyes, had a cold face, but he looked very cute.

Roland was unmoved.

"It's really not negotiable?" Underworld God stared at Roland and asked lightly.

Roland shook his head.

Underworld God's pupils looked at Roland without a trace of expression.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more dignified.

Andonara had put her hand behind Roland and started writing against his back.

'Give me the sword. ’

It is no secret to her that there are several weapons in the Roland system space all year round.

Just when Roland was about to take the sword out of the system backpack, the Underworld God suddenly spoke.

"Then I won't let her appear on the main plane again in the future."

After speaking, from her 'body', a solid black smoke column grew, tying the True Ancestor of the Blood Race to her side.

"Alright, she'll never get out of the underworld." Ms. Sophie said lightly, "So don't keep thinking about killing her."

As soon as these words came out, the three women around were shocked.

Did God actually give in to man?

Especially the True Ancestor of the Blood Race, his face turned pale with shock.

"Sister Sophie, you can't treat me like this, you can't be lighthearted... uuuuu."

Another black column of smoke quickly stretched out, tying the mouth of the true ancestor of the blood clan, and covering it tightly.

"So, are you satisfied?" Sophie looked at Roland.

"If she can stay in the underworld forever."

The underworld was originally a place for the soul to stay, and it was also a place of death.

The true ancestor of the blood family stayed in the underworld and could never leave, so there was no difference between nature and death.

To be honest, Roland can accept such a result.

"Remember your words, she will stay in the underworld in the future. You can't do anything to her when you come to the underworld in the future."

The True Ancestor of the Blood Race struggled hard, but couldn't move.

Just screaming loudly.

Roland nodded without speaking.

In fact, he wanted to say in his heart, who likes to go to the underworld where birds don't shit, but thinking about it, since the other party has taken a step back, he will appear too petty if he is aggressive.

He gave up the thought of saying this.

Then the black portal opened, and the Underworld God dragged the True Ancestor of the Blood Race to leave.

After the two returned to the underworld, Ms. Sophie let go of the black smoke sticks tied to the mouth and waist of the True Ancestor of the Blood Race.

The true ancestor of the blood clan was finally able to speak. She touched her red and swollen lips, and then asked aggrievedly: "Sister Sophie, why do you want to be soft on that damn human boy? You are a god, are you still afraid of him? Can't it?"

"The main face is too overwhelming for me. I might not be able to win if I played three games just now."

The true ancestor of the blood race was startled: "How is it possible?"

"Nia is an angel, and her fighting power is quite strong. The woman with big breasts is called Andonara. She is the descendant of the Demon King Phoenix. She naturally has a strong restraint against the power of darkness. Although I am in the order camp, I use it after all. It's still dark magic. As for Roland...he already knows how to kill the gods, and he is the son of gold and can't be killed, and he knows how to enter the underworld."

"He has the slaughtering magic, so you are afraid of him." The true ancestor of the blood clan exclaimed inexplicably: "Many evil gods also know the slaughtering magic, but I have not seen you afraid."

Underworld God shook his head: "His God-Slaughtering spell has a very large killing radius."

"Where can it get bigger?"

"The strongest estimate can have a killing radius of more than 50 kilometers."

"The radius is only fifty meters..." The true ancestor of the blood race shook his head: "What's the radius you say? Fifty kilometers?"

"Yes, this is what we guessed."

"It's impossible." The true ancestor of the blood race felt incredible: "That is to say, as long as he wants to, he can destroy a city at will?"

"Yes, even the kingdom of God may not be able to resist many such attacks."

The true ancestor of the blood clan was stunned, and it took a while to say: "Okay, I will stay in the underworld in the future, and I will not go anywhere, nor develop family members. I will talk about it after that kid dies."

"He may never die."

"why?"

"He is about to become a legend, and it is not surprising when he becomes a legend."

The True Ancestor of the Blood Race was speechless.

A master-level mage can already live to be about two hundred years old. Legendary level, the conservative upper limit of lifespan is at least 300 years old, because after the legendary level, the soul will undergo a qualitative change, and the speed of life force loss will be greatly reduced.

Of course, it depends on how strong the mage's vitality is when he reaches the legendary level. To put it bluntly, it is how old he is.

Someone like Roland who can become a legend at such a young age has no problem living for three or four hundred years.

Elderly people in their 70s and 80s become legends, and it is normal to live an extra 100 years.

"That is to say, I may have to stay in the underworld for the rest of my life?" The True Ancestor of the Blood Race suddenly fell into a cowardly look: "I don't want to, it's super boring to stay here for a long time."

"Then play more cards with me."

"I don't want it!" The True Ancestor of the blood clan pulled his head with both hands, squatted down and groaned depressedly: "It's so boring to play dominoes with you, you always cheat."

"I didn't cheat."

"Always draw the best cards, isn't it bluffing?"

"I have extraordinary luck."

Generally speaking, the luck value of a normal person does not exceed five points, and ten points is the limit of human beings.

Extraordinary luck is about 14:00. Only the holder knows what this concept is.

Moreover, luck is a natural decision and cannot be changed.

Hearing this, the True Ancestor of the Blood Race with his head was even more depressed.

No wonder I played dominoes with her every day and never won.

On the other side, Roland said goodbye to Niya and Andonara, and then came to the door of Feng Lingyueying's residence.

Soon someone greeted him.

In the conference room, Babion was still on the map.

Roland walked over and asked, "Are you studying the BOSS style of play?"

"No, I'm researching trade routes." Babion smiled: "There are more and more cities opening magic circles. Some of the previous trade routes are not cost-effective anymore. I'm considering changing or optimizing them."

"Great, I don't know how to do business."

"The richest man among the players actually said that he can't make money. Isn't this Versailles like 'Small Target'?" Babeion jokingly said, "Roland, have you done your business?"

"done."

"Then let's take a night's rest at our station first, there is a spare room."

Roland smiled and shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, I also have a house here."

"Yes, I forgot, the lords of this wetland city are all from your F6 guild." Babeion: "How could you not have your own land."

"Then I'll go to my manor to rest first, and I'll gather here tomorrow morning."

Babion nodded: "Okay...wait."

Roland was about to leave, when he heard the words, he turned around and looked at the other party with some doubts.

"I wonder if you have heard of the anti-F6 alliance?"

"Well, that's not clear." Roland became interested: "But recently I have been secretly harassed by some players, but I don't know who it is, or which force is under the hand."

"I don't know the specifics." Babeon thought about it for a while and said, "But I heard that it was led by a wealthy and rich second-generation, and things were done in a very mysterious way, and there was almost no news to reveal, and so did I. I just got this news by accident.”

Roland sighed slightly: "Thank you, Babion."

Although not much intelligence, it at least provided some useful information.

After all, no one has too much information. Maybe one day, this kind of unpopular little knowledge will come in handy.

Roland returned to his manor and rested for the night.

It should have been peaceful, but in the end, Beatrice touched her in the night, crying and talking about her loneliness.

A mass of hot carcass squeezed in his arms, few men can stand it.

Roland also endured it for a long time before he calmed Beatrice.

Many times, women do that not to enjoy the feeling of the thing itself, but to enjoy the happiness of being with a man and the satisfaction of being "needed" by others.

The same is true of Beatrice. In essence, her sexual interest is not very big, but she has not seen Roland for a long time, and she misses it.

Self-recommended pillow seats are just a means of getting close to Roland.

And as a woman, she has no other means.

Beatrice got up from the bed. Although nothing like that happened, her complexion has completely recovered.

She really just wanted Roland to accompany her.

After breakfast, Roland came to the door of Fenglingyueyin Guild.

Babion and the three of them were already waiting at the door.

This time it's a five-person team, a fairly classic configuration.

Although Roland helped this time, they didn't slack off and brought all the guys they could think of to attack giant creatures.

Epic quests are very casual, the conditions given are different, and the process of the game is completely different.

Take the task of saving the princess, for example.

In the same place, different people will receive different rewards and reactions based on your good and evil value, strength, and the number and aura of the surrounding people.

It makes it possible for you to outsmart, and it is more likely for you to attack.

It might even make you lift the princess' ashes.

Of course, the latter situation is rare, but it does happen.

So the task never has a fixed solution.

Especially epic missions.

When the four saw Roland, they immediately came up to say hello.

Then the five of them used the magic teleportation array to 'jump' five times in a row, and came to a small town near the border of France.

Roland thought the mission was in this small town.

But then Babion took them out and walked in the old forest in the deep mountains for nearly half a day. After fighting off the forest black wolf who wanted to eat meat, they finally came to the top of a mountain.

Here is a greystone altar mottled with green moss.

Standing in front of the altar, Babion shared the epic task with Roland.

The latter received the news quickly.

Player ID 445812 has shared epic quests with you.

"Killing Searing Lock"

'Scorching Locke, one of the commanders of the demon world, is about to come to the world through some secret method. Now is the time to show your power and dispel the idea of ​​Searing Locke. ’

Roland accepted the task.

The opposite Babeon said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to share the task with you now. I hope you understand the sorrow of our little guild."

Of course Roland understood and knew why he did it.

In the early stage of the game, many players found quests with good rewards, but they couldn't beat them by themselves, so they recruited other players to help.

Some recruiters themselves don't have much dark thoughts. As long as they join the team and say they want to fight monsters together, they will share the task.

As a result, some people immediately retreated, taking the newly received task and their own guild team to complete the task.

And the task poster can only watch others cut off their tasks.

That kind of feeling is as uncomfortable as if your girlfriend was let go by someone else.

"It's okay, I can understand." Roland waved his hand.

And Babion also breathed a sigh of relief, Roland didn't have any resistance complex, that would be great.

Then he took out a black piece of wood from the system backpack and placed it on the altar.

The black wood disappeared like melting snow, and then the entire altar glowed with dazzling golden light. During this period, Babeon tried desperately to appease Roland: "It's okay, this is just a mission transfer, you will be fine after you get used to it."

Roland didn't know how many times he had teleported, how could he not be used to it.

But the other party was also kind, and Roland didn't refute or pay attention to anything.

When the light faded, Roland found himself transported to the demon world.

No way, the landforms of the Demon World are too recognizable.

Always a purple sky, always a blood red earth.

The moment they appeared, there was a roar in the distance.

"You damn human dung maggots are here again, don't run away this time if you have the ability."

The rumbling sound came from a distance.

Hundreds of meters ahead, a fat, fat, big devil with a height of at least five meters ran over with a huge wooden stick.

The ground shook slightly as he ran.

Roland looked at Babion and was a little curious: "Again? How many times have you beaten him?"

"Seven times!" Babion looked rather embarrassed, and then he shouted: "Hurry up, that guy's lava ball is coming."

As soon as his voice fell, three huge molten balls appeared in the air in the distance, and threw them in a parabola.

Each one is at least five meters in diameter.

Roland had seen this kind of magic in books on magic common sense.

Called the five fireball tactics... quite sharp.

But in fact, this thing can only play three fireballs, why it is called five fireballs, the reason is unknown.

The four of them dispersed as soon as Babion's cry came out.

And rushing forward quickly, Babion even shouted: "Create free time for the mage to cast spells. It would be better if Roland could use a nuclear explosion for five seconds."

But everyone knew that was impossible.

In other games, occupations such as warriors have taunt skills.

It is almost impossible for the BOSS to cross the shield and attack the Mage.

But this game doesn't have such handy skills.

And workers are smart as real people.

Once Roland starts to charge the fireball technique, the magic power will be greatly gathered, and the boss will immediately find that the giant wooden stick in the opponent's hand will smash the caster into pieces within two seconds.

But no matter what, creating an output environment for the mage is the first priority.

The four of them rushed towards the fat giant, trying to avoid the three large red lava balls that fell from the sky.

Then, without waiting for the three spheres to land, Roland stepped forward.

The cold realm unfolds at the speed of light.

The formed layer of frost on the ground spread to the surroundings, even faster than the four teammates rushing forward, and came directly to the feet of the fat giant devil.

Then Roland pointed forward again.

A fierce ice smashed three molten fireballs, not only cooling them back to their original black stones in an instant, but also blowing them back.

Falling on the side of the giant devil, and sinking into the ground half a meter deep.

The devil stopped and looked at Roland hesitantly.