Mages Are Too OP

The man with the bow was wearing leather armor, and his hair was messy, almost sticking to dreadlocks.

And the other party's body is a little hunchback, his temperament is very gloomy, and there is a sense of lifelessness.

Players are different, because they regard this world as a game, and because they do not really die, most of the players are full of lively and upward characteristics, even some special occupations, such as thieves assassins and other occupations, are also There is a peculiar taste, a professional temperament that is cold and composed.

The only thing that can't be lifeless, as if there is no hope for that kind of despair.

After all, players have a way out.

Even if this character can no longer be used, it will be chased and killed by NPC forces.

Therefore, it is impossible for players to have a lifeless temperament.

The magic flame not far away is still burning, and it will take at least half an hour to extinguish it.

And the members of the Silver Wing Guild such as Jason, even the iron armor on their bodies was burned, not to mention their bodies.

Not even the ashes were found.

Roland was too lazy to wait for the other party to be resurrected, and even if the other party was resurrected, he would dare to come to him in the future.

Then he turned his gaze to the direction the magic spider was tracking, and estimated the distance.

The sneak attacking bowbearer ran very fast, and ran out of range that the magic spider could track.

After all, Roland's spiritual power is also limited. There is also a maximum distance between controlling the magic spider and receiving the pictures sent back by the magic spider.

The space bubble swallowed him, and then sprayed it out.

The whistling wind rushed to the sky with him and disappeared in an instant.

Roland didn't fly high, and he could see the trees below passing by like flowing water, chasing the spiritual imprint of the magic spider. In less than a minute, Roland saw a figure running in the woods below, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

And the spiritual imprint of the magic spider is just behind this person.

That's him.

Roland's thoughts moved, and the space bubble directly projected him to the ground.

His whole person turned into a white light, and the sound brought by the high-speed flight was like a thunderous roar, and it fell directly to the ground.

The huge momentum directly scooped up all the material around Roland more than ten meters, and the trees farther away were almost slumped to the ground by the strong wind.

The bow bearer reacted very quickly. When Roland was about to fall to the ground, he had already changed his direction at a right angle and immediately fled in the other direction.

While running quickly and nervously, he turned his head to look back.

After the strong wind, there is smoke and dust.

The bow-bearer's lifeless face showed a bit of surprise. The first time he saw someone smashed down from the air, he would have such exaggerated power.

But the more so, he used all his strength to escape.

This man is clearly a monster.

It's just that before he could run a few steps, he suddenly saw that something in the smoke seemed to agitate, and there was a faint white light.

Just when it was strange, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in front of him.

As an agile professional, the skill of 'intuitive reaction' came into play at this moment. He jumped up instinctively, and then saw a white ice ring almost brushing the soles of his feet.

Then, he saw more than ten meters in front of him, a mage wearing a black robe was smiling and pointed a finger at him.

The blue arcane missile, like raindrops in the sky, bloomed like a flower in front of his eyes.

There is no way to use force in the air, there is no way to avoid it.

But this is actually just an illusion. When people feel fearful of things that are stronger than themselves and that are easy to cause harm to themselves, they will instinctively 'exaggerate' them. The Arcane Missiles, in fact, are only twenty-four.

But that's enough.

Arcane missiles that erupted like shotguns enveloped a huge area of ​​space, and the bow bearers jumping in mid-air were directly drowned by this wave of missiles.

Several arcane missiles hit him, knocking him back from the air, hitting a big tree, and then slipping down limply.

The man wasn't dead, and he was even struggling to get up.

The vitality of professionals is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. Ordinary people will definitely become a muddy pool if they are hit with such a few arcane missiles.

Roland stepped forward slowly.

The bow bearer smiled miserably and stuffed something into his mouth.

Roland raised his hand and fired two bursts of poison-repelling and light-wound healing magic.

The bow bearer was eating poison, and his face just started to turn green, but the poison was immediately eliminated by the exorcism technique, and another magic was still slowly healing the bow bearer's body.

The bowbearer's dirty face covered in black mud showed some surprise.

"It's not that easy to want to die." Roland said gently: "Say whoever ordered you, and I can let you go."

The bow bearer stood up slowly, he threw the bow in his hand, took out a dagger from behind, and said with a sneer, "To treat me, an assassin, and still willing to let me go, what a kind Master Mage. "

Hearing the yin and yang's strange voice, Roland didn't care, and continued: "I can guarantee this with my personality."

Ha ha!

With a disdainful sneer, the assassin made an attacking posture, and the majestic killing intent spewed out.

Roland said helplessly: "You are seriously injured now. Even if you have a healing technique, you will not be able to recover so quickly. You are not my opponent. Besides, I am the son of gold. You are lucky enough to kill me. I can..."

At this moment, the assassin showed a smile as if his plan had succeeded, and the dagger in his hand stabbed into his heart.

Roland was stunned.

Then the assassin slashed the dagger crosswise, and half of his heart cavity was cut open, and the bright red blood spurted out like a spring.

The assassin's smile solidified on his face, and his body collapsed behind him.

This kind of critical injury, it is impossible to save it by treating minor injuries alone.

Roland was stunned for a while, then said gloomily, "Dead man."

He flicked his fingers, and the mud swelled, pouring the man's body into the ground, giving him a place to bury, so that he wouldn't be devoured by wild beasts.

Roland was silent for a while, then flew back to his magic tower.

On the forum at this time, someone posted another post that Roland had just crushed more than a dozen players in the Silver Wing Guild.

"The career is too unbalanced, my hands and feet are cold, what do you want as a warrior? 》

Although an exaggerated title was taken, the content was quite simple and rude. He didn't say anything, just put a video.

It was the process of Roland slaughtering more than a dozen Silver Wings guild warriors in one minute. The entire video was black and white, with the desolate suona sound of mourning, especially the incompetent fury of Jason's 'cheating dog'. The slow-moving 'ghost and animal processing' technique highlights his extreme unwillingness and anger.

Looking at it makes people feel sad, hands and feet are cold, and I want to laugh.

Players responded with a heavy heart, and the one that got the most likes was this sentence.

‘Hell is empty, the devil is in the world (dog head). ’