Mages Are Too OP

"I saw a naked elf!"

Roland: Huh?

If you say this, I won't be sleepy... No, why is there a naked elf in this small town.

Also, this elf is male or female.

Roland looked a little confused.

I came to find the enemy of the Goddess of Magic, and the place looked like a former sealed place.

But the question is... how can a sprite jump out.

What I have to deal with is the human magician from hundreds of years ago.

The kind that almost killed Misra.

Could it be that I made a mistake, this is not the sealed land?

That magician was sealed elsewhere?

Looking at Roland's slightly confused expression, Porisila said: "The male elf's figure is so good, especially the whip, which is obviously bigger than my husband's. It's a pity that it was too dark last night. Couldn't see his face clearly."

Roland was speechless.

Elves are notoriously slender, including men.

This only shows that his husband is too young.

Roland didn't want to hear these things, he asked, "What happened to that elf later?"

"Disappeared." Porisilla sighed regretfully: "I am just a magic apprentice, and until now I have no way to use magic other than the hand of a mage, how can I dare to stop an elf's way."

This is true.

Because the elves have a long lifespan, even commoners have magical abilities.

The best time for humans to learn is between the ages of six and thirty.

But the elves are in the best learning age all their lives.

Therefore, an adult elves, even civilians, are much stronger than ordinary humans.

Not to mention those elf professionals.

"Probably in which direction?" Roland asked again.

Porisilla shook her head. "It disappeared with a swish. Invisible."

It seems that such a problem is indeed embarrassing a magic apprentice.

Roland left the potions shop and went to the vicinity of the sealed yellow mud again.

He opened his mental power perception to conduct a detailed and serious perception.

Finally found something wrong.

He saw some pottery placed in a secret cell underground.

Use the fossils as mud, open the ground, and then manipulate the hand of magic to take out the pottery and open the lids one by one.

Roland saw that it was full of fresh blood.

In Roland's system interface, this thing is represented like this.

Item: Magically Modified Elven Blood (Epic)

Effect: After ordinary people eat it, it will increase a certain upper limit of lifespan. The specific increase value is determined by the user's physique and whether he has hidden bloodline.

Roland was stunned.

This thing is not ordinary at first glance, why didn't you find it before?

He carefully inspected the appearance of the pottery, and found that there were subtle imprints of the magic array, and then checked and studied it again, and found that it was a hidden array.

Cause and effect, it can make people invisible to ignore this thing, as if not seen.

Roland also said at the beginning.

But his mental strength is high, and the investigation this time is very serious, so these things are found out.

"good stuff."

Roland put these pots of pottery in the system backpack.

In the game, all things that can increase lifespan are good things, mainly to sell for money.

This kind of thing means little to the player.

Because as the professional strength increases, the upper limit of life will also stop increasing.

Like Roland is now a master magician, the system shows that his lifespan in the game is 273 years old.

These things can be sold to game NPCs, but make a lot of money.

And it can also be used by Vivian and Stephanie.

Their life expectancy should not be high.

Andonara doesn't need these things, and her vitality is even a lot higher than Roland.

Afterwards, he walked around the Sealed Land a few times, and finally took out a straight stick from the system backpack and stuck it on the muddy ground.

"Wish: Point out the direction of the elves who left this sealed land."

The stick fell to the west with a thud.

Roland's body swayed slightly, and the negative price of the small wishing technique came as promised, but it was blocked by Roland's spiritual power and magic power, and it had no effect.

Completely and in reality are two different experiences.

It once again proved how poor Roland's physical strength is in reality.

The White Cloud Leaping Technique supported his body and flew into the air, and then flew along the west.

He had already unleashed his mental power at high altitude, floating about thirty meters in the low air, using his mental power to search for the plants and trees below.

He had a feeling that the disappeared elf could bring him a great surprise.

In this way, he kept flying westward. After about two hours, he landed on the ground and used the small wishing technique to find the direction of the elf. Then he adjusted the direction a little and continued to fly forward.

Roland's upper limit of magic power is too exaggerated in the eyes of people of the same level. This journey has been flying, and he has been searching with mental power. It has been several hours, and the amount of mana has not dropped below 50%.

Then in the evening, he finally caught up with his target.

An elf with a simple wooden bow, a naked upper body and a circle of leaves around his waist, is running wildly.

At that time, Roland's mental tentacles were already entangled nearby.

This elf is obviously a professional, and it is the kind of double cultivation.

When Roland's mental tentacles approached, he noticed it immediately, then turned around and ran backwards.

According to the direction of his mental tentacles, he soon saw the white clouds chasing him in the sky.

"Magician!"

The male elf's face was twisted, and he shouted into the air as he stepped back, then pulled his simple wooden bow.

Although there was no arrow, the moment he pulled the string, a green arrow came out, and then shot into the air with a swoosh, with a twist.

The bow and arrow pierced through the white cloud, but it was silent.

As if swallowed by something.

The elf's face was cold, then turned around and ran forward desperately, so fast that the leaves on his waist fell off, and the thing threw the feeling of afterimages.

But still to no avail.

Several huge mage hands floated down from the air, easily catching up with him, and pressed the elf to the ground.

"Let go of me, you despicable mage." The male elf struggled hard: "My clan will come to save me, you are dead, Druid will never give up a lost clan."

He struggled terribly.

There is a kind of unyielding taste.

Roland slowly landed from the sky and looked down at the other party: "I just have a few questions to ask you, don't be afraid."

Um?

The elf also stopped struggling.

He cleared up Roland's appearance, and was stunned: "Aren't you that devil?"

"Of course not, I don't know who the devil you are talking about." In order to show his position, Roland cast several auxiliary spells such as Healing, Calm, etc. on the opponent: "So you don't have to be so afraid."

The elf didn't struggle anymore, and Roland flicked his fingers, causing several magic hands to disappear.

The elf stood up, he patted his naked body, looked at Roland at last, and said, "I feel that you have the smell of your kin."

"I'm barely considered a half-elf." Roland smiled.

He does have elf blood in him. After all, this is the job transfer requirement of a sword dancer.

The elf breathed a sigh of relief, slumped on the ground, then hugged his legs and cried: "It's great, it's great, it's my own, I don't need to be abused."

He cried sadly.

Roland took out spare clothes from the system backpack, threw them in front of the other party, and then took out some dry food and clean water.

The male elf put on his clothes and said, "My name is Samus."

Then he took the dry food and water and ate with tears in his eyes.

Roland waited quietly beside him.

After about five or six minutes, the male elf ate what was in his hand, and then looked at Roland with a look of anticipation, as if he wanted more.

Luo Si said, "Sams, it's not that I don't give you something to eat, but that you seem to be hungry for a long time. If you eat too much, your stomach will easily burst."

"Well, there is indeed such a saying." Somers touched his stomach, then he stood up, put his left hand on his right chest, bent his waist to Roland, and said, "Thank you, the wandering clansman. , gave me so much help. You said just now that if you have something to ask me, please feel free to ask, I know, and all will answer you. "

The elves trust their own clansmen, or those who have their own ethnic bloodlines.

Roland smiled and asked, "I'm curious why you appeared in this area naked. You still look so down."

"I was caught, he is a human magician." Summers recalled his previous experience, with obvious timidity in his eyes: "He is not an ordinary mage, he is very strong. I have no backhand in front of him. The power is just like in front of you."

"What does he look like?"

"Blonde and blue eyes." Somers looked at Roland: "The same as you."

"What's his purpose of arresting you?"

"Use my elven pure blood to make alchemy potions." Summers clasped his hands together: "He uses evil magic to draw a certain amount of blood from my body every day, making me weak, but not let me die. They also give me something to eat every day, but not much, they can only sustain my life.”

Roland frowned.

Summers continued: "Keeping them underground, because there is no light, I don't even know how much time has passed. There, every second that goes by is a long day for me."

"He just drew your blood?" Roland asked, "Did he do anything else?"

"Isn't that enough?" Somers asked rhetorically. "It's a terrible torture to imprison a hunter who yearns for wind and freedom in the dark underground."

Roland waved his hand: "I didn't mean that, I was asking, didn't he abuse you?"

"Physical abuse, that's not it."

"When were you arrested?" Roland asked, "I know you have no sense of time, but it's July of the Frans Starfire Year."

Somers froze for a moment: "I came here in May of the Spark Year."

Just two months!

"It's only been two months, I thought it's been twenty years." Summers wanted to cry again.

"Go back to the Elf Forest first." Roland took out some dry food and water and handed it to the other party, and gave the other party a long sword: "It's not too far from the Elf Forest."

Hunters also have good melee abilities.

Somers took the long sword: "Thank you, clan, what's your name?"

"Roland."

Summers took the name to heart and turned to leave quickly.

He was really afraid of being caught again.

If he returns to the elf forest safely, it is estimated that he will not come out to the human world to play again in a few decades.

Roland returned to the town and came to the sealing ground again.

It was already night, he thought about it, and put the pottery jars back.

Then he hid himself and waited quietly.

The first day, the second day, nothing.

Occasionally, townspeople came over with a shovel and wanted to dig something, but no matter how you looked at it, they were ordinary people. They took a shovel and dug for a long time, but they did not dig a hole ten meters deep.

Until the third night, when the moon was high and the wind was dark, Roland finally waited for the person he wanted to wait for.

A blond and blue-eyed young magician came before the seal.

It's just that he just approached, then stopped again, looked at where Luo Han was hiding, and asked, "Who are you?"

Roland came out of the darkness, looked at each other, and asked, "Aberso?"

The man gave Roland a deep look, then turned around and left immediately.

Roland was about to catch up, but saw that the other party's body suddenly became transparent, and there were some strange pictures beside him.

For example, the phantoms of trees are already a black stone trail that does not exist in the town.

Sitting on the sutra, this person has entered another world.

In fact, this is also normal.

This is a composite magic that combines space and illusion.

Alien walking.

This is a very strong skill with a lot of luck.

You can escape into different planes anytime, anywhere, but not 100% in a safe place, it may also appear in the ocean or in the swamp, everything is random.

And coming back from a different plane, there is no guarantee that he will appear somewhere.

The randomness is too large, and ordinary magicians do not dare to use it.

Even Roland is the same.

I didn't expect this man to be so decisive.

After escaping into the alien plane, the figure of the other side will soon disappear from the main plane. If you want to find him, you have to enter the same alien plane as the other side.

Roland didn't chase, and if he couldn't find it, after entering the alien plane, only the first few seconds would show the human condition.

Then the human image disappeared into the alien space.

Even Roland had no way to pull this person out of the state of walking in another world.

A relationship in which the other party is too vigilant.

He took out the small stick from the backpack again and used the small wishing technique.

As a result... this time he had a nosebleed, but the stick was still standing upright, and there was no change at all.

Roland sighed, he returned to the old Bakerrum's house and rested for the night.

As a result, after the game time restarted the next day, Roland came down from the third floor.

Then I saw the silver-haired old woman acting like a spoiled child to old Bakerum.

"I want to drink wine, and you haven't given it to me for half a year."

When the old woman spoke, it seemed strange. Maybe it's because her voice is too young.

"I'll buy it right now." Old Baker stood up.

Roland also followed old Bakerum to leave the house. When he went out, the former asked, "Did you know that there were elf people here two months ago?"

"There was one, but he disappeared for no apparent reason, and no one could find him."