Mages Are Too OP

Waiting for the mountain fire to completely extinguish, Roland patted the leaf debris and fire ash and slowly walked towards Red Clay Town.

He walked very slowly, because the magic power in his body was empty, and the magic recovery effect provided by the equipment was not very strong. Without magic power, it seems that even physical strength is gone.

When he walked back to the bridge at the entrance of the village, he found that there was not only Falken waiting, but also a group of townspeople waiting.

Seeing him come back, a group of people shouted back, came back, and asked him what happened.

Falken walked out, stood in front of him, first tossed a ‘well-spoken language’, and then smiled, “You are making a lot of noise.”

Roland looked back, and found that there was a large black piece in the distance on the green hillside. Looking at it from a distance, it was like a piece of Xieding on the head of the beautiful woman.

Then he shrugged and laughed awkwardly.

"How is it going?"

Other townspeople also looked at him expectantly. The red clay townsmen suffered from giant spiders for a long time, always hoping that someone could clean them up.

"The first battle, I was very nervous and inexperienced, and I was more powerful." Roland said embarrassedly: "Only one giant spider was killed."

After a brief silence, the townspeople cheered. They hated those spiders for a long time, but ordinary people really can't take them.

Several outgoing and cheerful male townsmen stepped forward and patted Roland **** the shoulder, inviting him to be his guest.

Roland refused politely one by one, others said some polite words, there is no need to take it seriously.

After the villagers dispersed, only Falcon and Roland were standing in front of the stone bridge.

At this time, the setting sun was about to fall into the mountains. The bright red sunset projected on the lake surface, plus the surging waves, it looked like it was burning from a distance, the lake was as beautiful as it was burning.

Falcon looked at him and suddenly said, "You seem to have changed."

"Is it so obvious?" Roland was a little surprised, and then walked to the stone bridge, his hands propped on the bridge railing, looking at the mountains in the distance, slowly said: "Just suddenly remembered the previous ideals, or once dreamed Thing. I thought that the actual imagination had been broken by the pressure of reality. Unexpectedly, it still remained in my heart, and now he still came out. "

Falcon looked at Roland, and he found a strange light in the latter's eyes, clearly subtle, but giving a bright feeling.

Once upon a time, Falken's eyes had such a light.

"Then your thoughts have changed next?" Falken asked.

Roland shook his head: "No change, still walking around, see."

A light breeze from the lake brought Roland's voice a little misty in the lake breeze.

Falcon was stunned. Roland's answer was still the same as a few days ago. This time the answer was softer than before.

But Falcon heard a firm smell from it.

The previous answer has a passive or drifting feeling.

But now the answer is that there is an endeavor, even a feeling of finding his own goal.

The same answer, why does it feel so different?

Falcon froze for a moment, then shook his head helplessly. He thought of many things. When he was young, why not?

Roland took the magic wand out of the system backpack and said, "Give it back to you, this thing helped a lot."

"It's for you." Falken turned around and walked slowly forward, saying lightly: "If you think you're taking advantage, just kill a few giant spiders."

This should be the task, but why is there no system prompt? Roland looked at Falcon's back and thought so.

He returned to his hut, ate some bread bought from the Huguang Tavern, and then studied the mathematical model of the new magic.

When there is time to do things, time will pass quickly, without feeling the passage of time, as if it was only in a moment, Roland was popped out of the game.

Out of the virtual game cabin, he copied his battle with the giant spider and posted it to the game forum.

And write a paragraph:

‘Maybe our magicians are not as easy to cast spells as warlocks, nor as simple and convenient upgrade methods as priests. But our mage also has its own advantages. We can parse magic and transform magic to derive new magic skills. This is my first time in the game yesterday, the first time to truly "fight", because this is the first time facing such an environment, such a near-real battle, I used all my strength from the beginning, this is just a level The derivative magic of the small fireball has already been so powerful. If it is a second ring, or even a magic ring of more than five rings, bombard it with full force. What if our level is higher? I personally feel that although the magician is weaker in the early stage, he will definitely stand at the top of the spell-casting profession in the end. "

After he finished writing, he uploaded the post.

It didn't take long for someone to reply.

And the speed of posting is quite fast, and there will be more than a dozen posts in a few minutes, and it will become more than 20 posts after refreshing again.

‘Also you are not a big bomb b? ’

‘It ’s too much power. How do you use all your power to draw magic on a magic skill? I am also a magician, and at most I draw about 30% of the magic power. ’

‘The bald eagle commander of the Great Nation suspects that you are hiding a murder weapon, please go with fbi, thank you. ’

‘It ’s not fair. The small fireball technique used by a second-level warlock is good enough to penetrate a sapling. According to the talent comparison, at the same level, the magical damage of the warlock should be much higher than that of the wizard. ’

‘Delete the number, I ’m going to embrace the profession of magician, this power, this sound, this light and shadow effect ... It ’s so cool. ’

‘Brother Roland, do you have an apprentice? The skin is white and beautiful, and will be loud ... qq friends. ’

‘Upstairs, as you go, I am white and beautiful, and I can take a big one from the bottom of the skirt ...’

Seeing the floor crooked quickly, Roland shook his head helplessly.

At this time the phone rang suddenly and connected. The voice of a good friend Shuke was heard inside.

"Brother, come to me here. My cousin's college entrance examination ended the day before yesterday and entered the game. According to his description, his birth point seems to be very close to the red earth town where you are."

"Okay, I'll be here soon."

Roland hung up the phone and stepped on the shared bicycle to come to the cold drink. In the private box, he saw a teenager about eighteen years old, who looked a little similar to Shuke and had a very cheerful smile.

Shuke lay on the back of the sofa in a mood and introduced: "This is my cousin Beta. From elementary school to high school, he has been locked at home by his uncle to study. Now that the college entrance examination is over, it is released.

"Brother Roland, hello."

Beta took the initiative to greet Roland with a smile.