Mages Are Too OP

Roland was not too surprised.

Vincent's post said that Andonara only killed one legend, and the other one escaped.

Several magic towers have special magic communication methods. Although they are very expensive and not easy to use, after the escaped legend returned, he used magic communication methods to contact Moulton, indicating that there was no problem.

Roland's expression couldn't hold anymore, and he smiled: "Mr. Morton, what happened between us?"

"Are you still pretending?" Morton's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes became murderous, as if he was going to choose someone to devour.

Marilyn hid behind Roland in fright.

She is just a little scout cat and can't stand the momentum of the legendary boss.

Roland looked puzzled: "But... A few days ago, didn't Your Excellency Morton say in front of our Great Elder that nothing has happened between you and me?"

Moulton stayed for a while, and his momentum was vented a lot.

Indeed, just three or four days ago, he pretended to be stunned in front of Elford, refusing to admit what he had done.

But now the feng shui turns, and it is Roland's turn to act stupid.

He laughed angrily twice, then looked at Roland and growled in a low voice: "Very good, very good, you dare to design me."

Now Moulton has understood that he has been completely fooled.

He thought he was watching Roland by staying here.

But in essence, it was Roland who was watching him here.

The relationship between the two sides was completely reversed.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the magic power around him was condensing, and he had to act.

Even if he couldn't kill Roland, it would be good to kill the kitten next to him.

But at this time, there was a wave of space fluctuations, and Elford teleported directly with the four elders.

Although not specializing in the space department, but teleportation and teleportation, these legends will still be able to.

The five surrounded Moulton at once.

Moulton looked at the five legends surrounding him, and he said coldly: "Elford, what do you mean? Do you really want to put me for a Roland, a master apprentice. Stay here? Are you not afraid that other magic towers will have opinions on you?"

"Well, what are you talking about?" Elford's expression was quite happy, and he said with a smile: "When did I say something like this? Didn't we have a good relationship all the time? Nothing happened to everyone, this is not What did you say the other day?"

One of the most disgusting things about people is that their own means are used by others back on themselves.

Now Moulton feels disgusted, but he has to hold back his disgust and pretend to ask calmly: "Then what do you mean? Are you going to put me under house arrest?"

"No, I just want to discuss some things with you." Elford stretched out his hand proudly and said, "Please come with us, something very important?"

At this time, Moulton did not know that a large number of golden sons had already assembled outside the city of Tebel.

He thought it was just Barnard who died under the ambush of Roland's conspiracy.

But even so, the loss of a legendary death is enough space for the magic tower, enough for Moulton to feel distressed for a long time.

Because he didn't know it, he chose to go to the red magic tower for a short time to see if there was any turning point.

Roland has what he wants.

A brand-new plane is not the plane of the strong like a forest in the gods and demons, but a livable place full of sunshine, woods, and water. Although it is a non-magic or low-magic plane, it is not difficult for the space magic tower.

It's a big deal for them to build a space channel and extract part of the magic of the main plane into that world.

Moreover, the Golden Son has the secret of immortality, and this secret is bound to be in their plane. In any case, as a legend, as an unbeliever who may die in thirty or forty years, he is very Afraid that after death, he will be dragged to the wall of the unbelievers by the god of underworld, and the hair dryer will be hung on the wall.

To avoid this situation, immortality is the best way.

There is really no way to transform it into an undead creature lich.

Moulton followed Elford and the other four away. Before leaving, he stared at Roland viciously for a while.

Like a tiger about to devour.

Roland raised his head slightly, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked at him with a provocative attitude.

Finally, Moulton looked away first.

And Roland watched the other party leave, and after he disappeared, he took Catwoman back to the manor, told her not to come out at will, and then teleported to Delbon City.

Moulton suddenly turned his head in the distance, looking in the direction of Roland Manor.

As the strongest in the main plane space system, of course he could feel the fluctuations when Roland teleported away.

Where is Roland going here?

His eyes looked erratic.

Elford walked in front, suddenly turned around and said, "Multon, you are so old that you are stupid, and you have no reason to do things."

"What do you mean?" Moulton looked at each other coldly.

He's annoyed now, and even hates Alford.

If it wasn't for his obstruction, Roland couldn't stay in the red magic tower at all, and he could easily capture Roland back. At that time, you can do whatever you want to do.

"What does the golden son of Roland represent, do you think we don't know?" Elford looked at the other party with a smile: "The new plane, the temptation of immortality, do you think we can't see it?"

Moulton's face changed greatly: "Then why are you blocking me?"

"We have investigated the Son of Gold in all aspects, and even in addition to Roland, we also invited another Son of Gold to come to our magic tower to study." Elford said lightly: "After our evaluation for a period of time, the Son of Gold is generally There is a kind of arrogance."

"Hehe, everyone will be arrogant if they live forever. The elves just live longer, and they are so proud."

Elford shook his head: "So, the intelligence department of your colorless magic tower, it is not an exaggeration to pull it all into the magma pool and soak it into slag. It's just like doing things without investigating clearly. You are like a fool. ."

"I can't pretend I didn't hear what you said." Moulton looked at each other coldly.

Everyone is a great elder of a magic tower, and their status is equivalent.

Now the other party condescendingly reprimanded himself for being stupid.

Like an elder reprimanding a child, can this be tolerated?

If Elford doesn't come up with a good reason, he'll just shoot right now.

Although a big crack can not kill people, it can at least limit the strength of a few legends around.

He can leave in peace.

"Our Red Magic Tower has comprehensively investigated the sons of gold, from their group personality, to their habits, worldview, and even general hobbies." Elford laughed: "Then we came to a conclusion that gold Although the plane of the son is a plane without demons, all of them are scholars."

Moulton's eyes widened in surprise.

"This group of people has at least 12 years of systematic education." Alford sighed: "It is said that the more powerful ones have more than 20 years of systematic education."

Moulton roared: "This is impossible! You are also from a noble family. Don't you know how much resources are needed to train a scholar? It's not much worse than our magician."

"I know," said Elford, lost. "But it's true. All of them are literate and understand their own script. And they've only been in this world for a year or two, and many of them have mastered it. Knowing the Holevin language, the writing is very fluent, even stronger than most nobles."

Moulton clenched his hands: "This is impossible, how can a world be full of scholars."

"It can't be said that they are all scholars. After they finish their studies, they will divide their labor. Some become businessmen and some become architects. But everyone has a foundation of scholars, which is correct. Our intelligence department worked hard to inquire and got the news. Yes, when each of their children is about six years old, they are forced to read by state agencies, and if their parents don’t read them, their parents will be held accountable.”

"Are the children of the poor also forced to study? Rich?"

"Yes!" Elford nodded: "Because most of the resources they spend on their studies are provided by the state for them. As long as a small part is contributed by an individual family, even the poor can afford it, and they can even borrow interest-free loans. read."

Moulton was silent.

Elford continued: "You don't have to believe me, but this is indeed the news that our red magic tower found out."

"I do not believe."

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. The magicians of the Golden Sons learn magic, and they can top our students for three days a day, and they can even draw inferences from one case. You can also recruit a few Golden Sons as students in the Space Magic Tower, and it will be clear." Ford thought for a while, then continued: "By the way, the Sons of Gold set up a city of their own in the Wetland City of Holevin. If you want to know something about them, you can go there and have a look. I put The coordinates are sent to you with a spiritual message."

Moulton took over this coordinate, checked it first, and found that this coordinate is indeed on the land of the main plane, not something like an alien plane, and then said: "I'll go look now, I hope you don't Lied to me."

"I swear by the truth of magic, there is indeed a city built by the Son of Gold." Elford said seriously.

The spiritual oath of a magician does not need to be certified by divine evidence, as long as the spiritual power is displayed, it will be understood.

If it is a lie, the mental power will change.

"I'll go take a look now."

Having fully resolved this new magic coordinate, Morton teleported away with a swoosh.

Only a few magical spots of light remained in the air.

Then Elford, as well as several other elders, showed smug smiles.

Quickly passing through a dark dark passage, the eyes suddenly brightened.

The teleported sight Moulton had seen was about to throw up.

He was floating in the air at this time, and now it was a huge square city.

Although many places have not been built, the traffic roads have been done quite well.

There are eight horizontal, eight vertical and sixteen main roads, each of which is very spacious.

On the side of the main road, there are many small streets extending in all directions.

Then outside the city, there are many wooden bird-like things taking off.

He slowly fell down, and before he landed, he suddenly saw that many golden sons suddenly raised their heads below.

At this time, he was only ten meters away from the ground.

The expressions of being able to see these golden sons were first of consternation, then ecstasy.

They drew their weapons from their space packs at about the same time.

"Fuck, the Wetland City has another boss, the boss with the dark red name."

"Don't be stunned, whoever throws the dimensional anchor over there first, don't let him teleport away like the black angel last time. Ask me for reimbursement later. I'm Moguli, the logistics director of the Fat Cat Guild."

Then more than a dozen dimensional anchor scrolls were thrown out in an instant, blocking Moulton back and forth.

Moulton: ? ? ? ? ? ?