Mages Are Too OP

In the Holevin Wetland, nearly fifty players and mages used magic to turn the swamp into a rock base, and then into an ordinary muddy ground.

Roland was also among them. With a flick of his fingers, he converted the 200-square-meter swamp in front of him into rocky land, and then converted it back.

This process only takes about seven seconds, while other players usually take more than twelve seconds.

It seems that the gap is too large, but the area transferred by other players' mages is generally between 50-100 square meters. After careful calculation, the gap between the two sides is very large.

This group of people have been working here for two days, and a large swamp has been turned into ordinary mud by them.

Roland looked at the blue bar that he had bottomed out a bit, sat on the ground to rest, and took some fruit wine from the system backpack and drank it.

After drinking, he grabbed the mud that he had just converted, and looked at it for a while, a little strange.

"Did you find anything?" O'Neal came over from behind and asked.

O'Neal is the leader of this group of people, and his strength is also good. In terms of transfer efficiency, although far less than Roland, he is much stronger than other players.

"Originally, the swamp here was quite fertile, but after the transformation, the fertility of the soil has dropped significantly, which feels a little unreasonable."

"Actually, I think it's quite reasonable." O'Neill smiled and said, "From the perspective of mass conservation, the total mass of the swamp should not be comparable to the converted dense mud. What's the matter with the extra mass? So? Fertility decline, is it another kind of magic angle of mass conservation?"

Roland nodded: "You're right."

"So what seems unreasonable in the magical world should actually make sense." O'Neill laughed: "As long as the game is played long enough, we can discover more things that can be used in reality. things used in."

Roland looked at O'Neal in surprise.

O'Neal raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you have brought some magical concepts to the real world?"

Roland's eyes widened, it was a frightened expression: "What, can magical ideas be brought to the real world?"

Then Roland patted his thigh and laughed: "You are so funny, how can things in the game, magic, be brought to the real world. If there were really mysterious phenomena on the earth, the country would have grasped it long ago, and it would not be our turn to be here at all. Guess what, or... can you use magic in real life?"

At the end, Roland looked curious, looking up and down O'Neal.

O'Neill shrugged: "How is it possible! Even a first mage like you can't do it, and it's even more impossible for a bastard like me. I just think it's possible."

"Actually, I really want to cast spells in reality." Roland showed melancholy eyes: "In the game, I can destroy the world, but in reality, I'm just a city man with no power. When you return to reality in the game, there is always a sense of loss.”

O'Neal patted Roland on the shoulder: "It's okay, I can understand, because I'm pretty much the same."

Then the two chatted about magic for a while, and then began to transform the swamp.

This works until the game server's routine daily downtime.

Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin and touched the cold sweat on his forehead.

"As expected of a high-IQ boss, he has already begun to suspect that I can also cast spells in reality." Roland waved, and two blue mage hands flew out to help him take out his clothes from the cabinet: "Also I don't know if my acting skills deceived him."

Roland didn't say anything about the fact that he could cast spells in reality.

Even his parents, Shuke Lilin and other basic friends didn't say, how could he reveal it to someone who is not familiar with it.

After taking a routine shower, Roland then called Qi Shaoqiu: "Have you seen Jin Wenwen in the past two days?"

"I'm too lazy to take care of her." Qi Shaoqiu's extremely unhappy voice came from the phone: "I've already lost a lot of money for helping her pay for the first aid and hospitalization, and I still want me to see her, but there's no way. ."

"Then go to see the money and get it back." Roland joked with a smile.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to see her family." Qi Shaoqiu yawned: "If I have nothing to do, I'll hang up. I know you want to find her because you want to ask for the address of the bald uncle Gong. Go by yourself. Ask, don't bother me."

"It's Iron Head."

Qi Shaoqiu said helplessly: "I don't care what he does... By the way, my little sister has made too much breakfast and can't finish it. Come and eat it. It's your favorite wonton noodles."

"Oh, I'll come."

Roland wanted to drool a little when he thought of the wonton noodles made by Xisha.

What she makes is really delicious.

At the moment, I rode a bicycle to the swordsmanship hall for a breakfast, and after chatting with Xisha for a while, I came to the hospital on a shared bicycle.

After asking the nurse, she learned that Jin Wenwen had been transferred from the ICU to the general ward, so she picked up the apple she bought on the way and looked for it.

When Jin Wenwen was found, she was lying on the hospital bed with a middle-aged woman sitting beside her.

As soon as Roland walked over, Jin Wenwen saw him with a surprised expression.

Roland said hello to the middle-aged woman, then put the apple on the cabinet beside the hospital bed, and said, "It seems that you should be fine, and you should be able to leave the hospital after a few days of rest."

"Thank you very much." Jin Wenwen had a knife on her body, and it was inconvenient to move now. She lay down and said slowly, "I saw you on the phone before I fell into a coma. It should be Qi Shaoqiu who notified you."

Roland nodded.

At this time, the middle-aged woman next to her said unhappily, "Why are you still mentioning that man, scumbag, his girlfriend suffered such a big crime, and it's so miserable, I just have to take a look at it, bah."

Roland said lightly: "Auntie, it's not right for you to say that, Qi Shaoqiu is no longer Jin Wenwen's boyfriend, he can take Jin Wenwen into the ambulance, and help her pay for the first aid, sign the consent form for surgery, etc. It's already done very well. Can't ask for more."

"Aren't you Xiaowen's friend? How can you help that man to speak." The middle-aged woman said nothing.

Roland sighed: "Qi Shaoqiu and I are friends, and Jin Wenwen is just acquaintance."

The middle-aged woman was a little surprised, she looked at Roland for a while: "Aren't you Xiaowen's suitor?"

"no."

The middle-aged woman's expression immediately became embarrassed.

Jin Wenwen interrupted at this time and said, "Mom, you go out for a while, I'll talk to him."

"Okay, call me if you have anything."

Jin Wenwen nodded.

After the middle-aged woman left the ward, Jin Wenwen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my mother has such a personality, she speaks relatively straight."

Roland was quite surprised that the bitter and mean Jin Wenwen actually apologized.

"Don't show this kind of expression of seeing aliens." Jin Wenwen smiled softly: "However, I'm someone who almost died once. It's normal to have some understandings and changes."

At this time, Jin Wenwen has lost three points of heroism, two points of softness, and one point of femininity.

Not as annoying as it looked before.

"You have time to talk to Qi Shaoqiu, and if you have time, come and see me." Jin Wenwen showed some confusion: "I want to talk about the past, and we can talk calmly about many things. , I was wrong, but he is also more or less responsible."

"Okay." Roland nodded: "I'll only help spread the word. I can't guarantee whether he will come to see you or not."

"I understand." Seeing Roland's promise, Jin Wenwen smiled quite casually: "Also, you came to see me this time, you actually have something to do. After all, you hate me very much. If there is nothing, it is absolutely impossible to come to see me. of."

Roland said "um": "Actually, I want to know, where do the father and son who injured you live?"

"You want to learn martial arts from them?"

"I think that iron head skill is quite powerful." Roland made a random excuse.

You can't talk about the energy group.

Jin Wenwen's eyes widened: "Practicing iron head kung fu will make you bald."

"Well, just looking at it, you may not necessarily learn iron head kung fu." Roland felt cold sweat on his forehead.

The old man said that Tietou Gong was not the main reason for his baldness. Could it be that he was lying?

But I went for the energy group, not the iron head gong, so it shouldn't matter... I hope I don't practice iron head gong to produce that kind of energy group.

I'm still young, and my wife hasn't married yet. It doesn't seem good to be bald at a young age.

Seeing Roland's slightly stiff facial expression, Jin Wenwen chuckled twice. This laugh made the place where the surgery was on her chest, causing her to frown in pain, but she endured it and said, "Okay, I will too. If you are sleepy, you can go to work first if you have something to do. When I get better in the future, I will invite you and Qi Shaoqiu to have a big meal. Thank you both for being willing to lend a helping hand even when you have a bad relationship with me."

This is very emotional.

Roland fully confirmed that Jin Wenwen seemed to be really different from before.

Wouldn't it be robbed by human souls?

After getting the address from Jin Wenwen, Roland quickly found the old man on a shared bicycle.

A blue brick courtyard that is very common in the countryside.

The red wooden door was wide open, Roland walked over, and saw in the courtyard of the courtyard, an old man was stomping on a horse, holding a red brick and slapping his head at a very fast speed.

After smashing the red bricks with the left hand, switch to the right hand.

The red brick hit his head and it shattered immediately. The sound was a bit dull. The brick slag fell to the ground, and a circle of 'gravel layer' came out.

There was a stack of bricks in front of the old man, about fifty pieces, and it didn't take long for the old man to smash the stack of bricks.

Then, his hands stretched upwards, raised to the top of his head, and then slowly pressed down, making a closing action of sinking into his dantian.

Roland couldn't help clapping his hands.

Amazing.

The old man turned his head and saw that it was Roland, and immediately became a little unhappy: "Young son, peeking at people practicing the exercises is a big no-no... But now in a society ruled by law, I won't hold you accountable, old man."

Roland laughed and said, "Uncle is very big, I'm here to learn..."

At this moment, Roland's line of sight crossed the old man, and he suddenly 'saw' that, across the 15-meter-long yard, in the opposite 'house', there were actually several clumps of invisible energy floating.

I'm going...that's right.