Mages Are Too OP

There are not many gods of order.

Only about one-third of the total number of evil gods and demons.

But the problem is that the combat power of the gods of order is relatively high on average.

Even a god of order like the water god, who is a little bit delusional, has a very strong fighting power.

Especially in the main plane, her combat power is very exaggerated, and it is estimated that only the natural god Donglang can draw a tie with her.

Compared with the water god, the storm goddess's combat power is not too strong, but she is a very gentle and independent god. Her teachings are similar to those of the Eros, which advocates women's independence.

Just do it differently.

One is to let go of body and mind, and they can do what men can do.

The Cult of the Storm God is about self-discipline and self-discipline.

Seeing that the teachings of the two factions appear to be quite different on the surface, but in essence they reach the same goal.

If the guide married a Storm Girl believer, he was destined to be 'afraid' of his wife.

After playing games for so many years, Roland now has some understanding of all the core teachings of the gods, and asked with a smile, "How many years have you and your wife been married?"

"It's been more than 30 years." There was a smile on the old face of the guide, and he vigorously shook off the yellow pony that was carrying the scooter in front of him: "She was as beautiful as a flower back then, beautiful and tender, Now, like me, I've become old goosebumps, I've lost a few teeth, and my back is bent."

Roland lay on the scooter and said with a smile: "In this world, it is also a rare and lucky thing that we can grow old together without pain and worry."

Sixty years of life are rare!

The same applies to ordinary people in this world.

Natural disasters and diseases are already deadly enough.

And then there are a lot of supermen with exaggerated fighting power in this world.

How many ordinary people are just passively involved in the open and secret struggle of professionals, and they die like dogs.

No resistance.

It was because of seeing such a situation and knowing such a thing that Roland had such a sigh.

"Yes." The old guide said very proudly: "My wife and I are already the oldest husband and wife in the town. I am the oldest old man."

"How old are you?" Roland looked at each other in surprise: "It doesn't look very old."

"There are seventy-three."

"Amazing." Roland said with admiration: "It's really rare to have such a neat body at your age."

The old guide laughed and said, "It's normal. We work in the fields every day, and our mud legs are in great shape."

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case. The main reason is that you have a good physique."

"Hahaha." The old guide laughed loudly.

The carriage walked slowly on the pavement on the grassland. If he flew by himself, Roland's speed would of course be much faster.

But this time, it's not about speed.

He came to find someone, and then killed.

Intelligence is the most important.

So he lay on the scooter, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, put his hands behind his head, and slowly asked: "By the way, old Bakerrum, you can be a guide, it means you know this grassland very well. "

"Of course. Anything on this grassland, as long as it happened, there is nothing I don't know about."

"Then have you heard of any big man here?" Roland asked lightly: "For example, a powerful magician or something."

Backrum shook his head: "That's not true. Our place is a magical wasteland. If you say that it is possible to produce warriors, let alone the noble profession of a magician."

"Oh, that's a pity." Roland sighed: "The teacher asked me to travel around, I heard that the scenery here is very beautiful, come and have a look, by the way, find out if there are any fellow magicians, so that you can enjoy the scenery of the journey, You can communicate with your colleagues again.”

"If there is a magician, he will definitely become a famous person in our Croatian grassland." Beckrum said helplessly: "I would have heard of it like that, but unfortunately not."

"Yeah, it's a pity."

Beckham threw off his horse whip again and said, "But girls from the grassland, you must try it, Master Mage."

Roland smiled and said, "There will be a chance."

Then neither of them spoke again.

The carriage swayed and carried Roland to a town on the grassland.

As soon as we arrived at the town entrance, someone shouted to Beckrum: "Old alcoholic, you have brought guests again. It seems that you can drink again. Be careful not to be beaten to death by Aunt Sophie."

"Hehe, she can't catch up with me." The old man laughed and drove the carriage towards the town.

Some very curious people ran over to see who was on the scooter, but when they saw a mage wearing a robe, they suddenly backed away in fright.

No matter where you are, the status of the mage is very high.

The carriage walked around the town for a while, and then came to a small mud-brick building.

Although the small building is not big, it is surrounded by a small courtyard with an earth wall about one meter two high.

Several trees over three meters high were planted in the courtyard to provide shade.

In the shade of the tree, there is a round stone table and a few small stone stools.

It looks very lifelike.

Then there was an old woman in it, pinching a kind of nut and squeezing the pulp out of it.

Beside the old woman, there was a little child who couldn't walk, all gray and plain, crawling on the ground, drooling, babbling, and occasionally making sharp laughter that is unique to a baby.

"Master Mage, this is my home. You can stay in the room on the third floor and make sure it is clean. The rent is all included in your employment fee."

The old guide then shouted into the yard, "Old Sophie, go get some clean water and quench the thirst of the guests."

The old woman stood up. Although her waist was indeed bent, she looked very energetic.

After smiling politely at Roland, the old woman entered the room.

And Roland was crawling around on the ground, and now he was on the child who was at the feet of the old guide Belum, who opened his arms to hug.

In his perception, the child's whole body exudes weak magic power fluctuations.

The elements in the air were introduced into the little boy's body autonomously, and finally, because they were not stored in the room and not used, they were 'discharged' naturally.

Roland was a little surprised.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for ordinary people to guide magic elements, otherwise the number of mages would not be so small.

But the child in front of him has the talent to passively attract magic.

The future is promising.

"Master Mage, is there something wrong with my child?" The old guide hugged his grandson. He found that Roland's eyes were always on his grandson's body, and he felt a little worried.

"It's really not right."

The old guide's face changed greatly.

Roland continued: "You kid, has a strong talent for magic, it would be a waste not to let him be a mage."

Ah... the old guide is a little confused.

He thought that his grandson had some disease that ordinary people couldn't see, but the master said that his grandson is very talented as a magician?

Until now, he still couldn't believe it, he was confused for a while, and then asked: "Master Mage, are you kidding me? We poor commoners, our ancestors are ordinary people, how can we be born with the talent of magician? child?"

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Roland shook his head: "Just pretend I didn't say it."

"This..." The old guide was very confused.

He wanted Roland to help him confirm his grandson's talent again, but the other party was obviously unwilling to say more.

At this time, the old woman who just went in to get the water came out with a glass of water.

Porcelain bowls are used.

Roland didn't care at first, but after drinking two sips of water, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

It wasn't that there was a problem with the water, but that he found himself holding a china bowl.

It also has a nice pattern on it.

Porcelain is also an expensive commodity in this world.

Like this well-made porcelain bowl in his hand, the pattern on it even has a little elf style.

The higher the price, the higher the price.

Roland looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked in surprise, "Where did you get this thing?"

The old woman smiled and said, "I picked it up. It's been more than ten years. I have to say that the things I picked up here are practical, and they haven't broken for so many years. They still look brand new."

"Where did you get it?"

"It's in the yellow field on the east side of the town." The old woman bent over and said slowly: "Many people picked up pots and tiles there."

"Then I'll go take a look." Roland looked at his bowl for a while, and finally said, "I'll come back to sleep myself in a while, you just need to spread the quilt on the third floor."

Then Roland left.

The old guide chased after him and shouted, "Master Mage, do you want me to take you there?"

But Roland didn't seem to hear it, and he walked quickly.

After a while, he disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.

Backrum said helplessly: "What an impatient guest. By the way, Sophie, the master mage said just now that our grandson may have the talent to be a magician."

The old woman glared at him: "Stop dreaming, you always wanted to be a magician when you were young, but you went to a big city a few times, and then came back by yourself. The villagers feel that you are ashamed, and now you still have the shame to mention it. This issue?"

"I want my grandson to receive a better education in the future. Don't think about it, just because he is illiterate, how much has our son suffered?"

The old woman was stunned for a while, and then said, "Will you wait for your son and daughter-in-law to come back and talk about this?"

"Okay, no matter what, we have to prepare to send our grandson to a magic school first, money is the most important thing.

For more than ten years, he had to save at least ten gold coins to allow him to reluctantly enter the magic academy established by our Frans. "

The old woman listened, and then she touched her grandson's head, smiling quite happily.

And Roland left the city and kept walking east as the old woman said, and soon he found the yellow area.

After all, it is too easy to find a yellow muddy field in a world where almost all pink flowers are blooming.

It is as obvious as the Mediterranean Sea on the head of the program, and it is easy to attract the attention of others.

Roland walked to the yellow muddy ground, felt it for a moment, nodded and said to himself: "There is indeed a weak magic power remaining, but I don't know if it is the seal point of Yaboso."

He unleashed his mental power and used his mental tentacles to go deep into the ground, although he found a lot of gadgets, such as a pottery jar with a lot of copper coins.

But these were not what Roland was looking for.

After searching for more than ten seconds with his mental tentacles, he stood up disappointed: "Although there is magic left, it is not necessarily him."

Roland didn't feel that as soon as he came here, he could find the enemy.

Isn't the first thing a person who has been sealed for hundreds of years slips away quietly?

"However, the remaining magic power is still there, and it is estimated that there will be no more than a few days!\

,"It seems that the goddess of magic has a good idea of ​​her own strength and time calculations, even people from hundreds of years ago.

Resurrection now,

When Roland was thinking about this, he had a mental tentacle and suddenly made a discovery.

Using mud into stone and fossils into mud, he quickly opened up the yellow land, and at the same time found that special thing.

It's a pottery jar.

The pottery jar was smashed by Roland on the spot and found that there were many silver and copper coins in it, but then he poured out something more interesting.

A dozen or so gems.

Red, blue, green, all.

If ordinary people see these gems, they will definitely sell them for money.

But Roland knew that these kinds of gems were all mediums for casting spells.

That is to say, there should be a powerful mage corpse buried in the ground of this yellow mud.

Roland was quite careful, he erected his magic shield, and then started frantically using fossils into mud.

The ground was gradually separated, and soon, he dug a large hole twenty meters deep.

Then in the cave, new evidence was found.

A catacomb with a simple structure but a lot of space.

In this catacomb, there are also many magic items.

The old guide said just now that there are no mages here in Croatia, at least he has not seen them.

Then the tomb in front of you, or the sealed space... Sure enough, it should be the place where Yagenso stands?

Roland stood up and jumped into the space.

There is a faint magical aura in it.

It is not naturally dissociated, but is emitted by people unintentionally.

For example, when casting spells, it is easy to let the magic power dissipate.

For magicians, such magical elements are almost no different from 'body odor'.

"Judging from the freshness of the remaining magic power, it should be less than ten days for this person to leave here."

Roland turned around in the underground space, but found nothing, so he jumped up again.

Then he searched the town for a while, but found no other magic residues.

In other words, the magician may have left town.

This is hard to find.

The Croatian steppe is so big. Who knows where he will hide, and the other party may have left this town for a long time.

Roland walked around the town, and finally he went to the pub to inquire about the news.

As a result, the pubs here are not open during the day, and only open for a few hours at night.

Roland was able to return to Bakerrum's home.

At this time, Backrum was holding his grandson and was arguing with the middle-aged man opposite him.

Roland walked over.

When he was near, he heard old Bakerum shouting: "Money, money, you know money. Of course I know that sending children to learn magic is expensive. But we still have at least ten years, and the whole family is working hard. Can't even earn tuition?"

"Of course we can earn it, but why do we have to save all our money for a child, and then starve for more than ten years? We raise him, which is a great kindness to him, old man, you understand ?"

Beckham was so angry that his head was almost dizzy.

He stroked his forehead and gasped.

"And how can a magician come here in our small place." The middle-aged man sneered: "Old man, you are getting old and not smart. You better not say a word of these fake magicians. letter."