Mages Are Too OP

   "I saw a naked elf!"

  Roland: Huh?

  You said that I am not sleepy...No, why is there a naked elf in this small town.

  Also, this fairy 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 once sealed land.

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

  I have to deal with, but the human magician hundreds of years ago.

  The kind that could almost kill Mishra.

  Have you made a mistake, this is not a sealed land?

  The magician was sealed elsewhere?

Seeing Roland’s slightly confused expression, Borisilla said, “The figure of that male elf is so good, especially the whip, which is obviously larger than my husband’s. It’s a pity that it was too dark last night. Can't see his face clearly."

  Roland was speechless.

  The elves are notoriously slim, including men.

  This can only show that his husband is too young.

  Roland didn’t want to listen to these things, he asked: "What happened to that elf?"

   "Disappeared." Polysila sighed regretfully: "I am just an apprentice of magic. Until now, I have no way to use magic other than the hands of the wizard. How could I dare to stop an elf from going."

  This is the truth.

  Because the elves have a long lifespan, even civilians have spell abilities.

  The best learning time for human beings is the period from six to thirty years old.

  But the elves are at the best learning age for life.

  So an adult elf, even a civilian, is much stronger than ordinary humans.

  Not to mention those elven professionals.

  "About which direction did you go?" Roland asked again.

  Polishila shook her head: "It disappeared with a swish. Invisible."

  It seems that such a problem really embarrass a magic apprentice.

  Roland left the magic drug store and went to the sealed yellow mud area again.

  He opened up his mental power and perception for a detailed and serious perception.

  Finally found something wrong.

  He saw some pottery in a dense grid underground.

  Using fossils as mud, open the ground, and then manipulate the magical hand to take out the pottery, and open the lids one by one.

  Roland saw that it was filled with fresh blood.

  In Roland’s system interface, this is what it means.

  Item: Elf’s blood improved by magic (Epic)

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

  Roland was taken aback.

  This thing is not Fanpin at first glance. Why haven’t I found it before?

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

  Causality can make people ignore this thing invisibly, as if they have not seen it.

  Roland also started talking.

  But he has high spirits, and he is very serious in this investigation, so he can find these things.

"nice one."

  Roland took these pots of pottery into the system backpack.

  In the game, all things that can increase life expectancy are good things, mainly for money.

  This kind of thing is of little significance to players.

  Because the professional's life limit will continue to increase as the strength increases.

  Like Roland is now a master magician, the system shows that his life limit in the game is already two hundred and seventy-three years old.

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

  It can also be used by Vivian and Stephanie.

  The life expectancy of the two of them should not be high.

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

   Then he went around the Sealed Land a few times, and finally took a straight stick out of the system backpack and stuck it on the mud.

  "Make a wish: point out the direction of the wizard leaving this sealed land."

  The stick fell to the west with a bang.

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

  Completion and reality are two different experiences.

   proves once again how bad Roland’s physical strength is in reality.

  White cloud floating technique supported his body to fly into the air, and then flew along the west.

  He had already opened up his mental power in the high air, floating about 30 meters in the low air, using his mental power to search the grass and trees below.

  He has a feeling that the disappearing elf can bring himself a big surprise.

  In this way, he kept flying west. About two hours later, he landed on the ground and used a small wishing technique to find the direction where the elf was. Then he adjusted the direction slightly 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 route is flying again, and he has been searching with mental power. After several hours, the blue volume has not dropped below 50%.

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

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

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

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

  When Roland's mental tentacles approached, he noticed it for the first time, then turned around and ran backwards.

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

   "Magic!"

  The male elf's face was distorted, and he backed away, shouting into the air, and then pulled his simple wooden bow.

  Although there were no arrows, at the moment he pulled the string, there was already a green arrow coming out, and then it shot into the air with a whistle, turning.

  The bow and arrow pierced the white clouds, but there was no sound.

  As if swallowed by something.

  The elf had a cold face, then turned around and ran forward desperately, so fast that the leaves from his waist fell off, and the thing gave out a feeling of afterimages.

   But it is still useless.

  A few huge mage hands floated down in the air, caught up with him easily, and pressed the elf to the ground.

  "Let go of me, you despicable wizard." The male elf struggled hard: "My people will come to save me. You are dead, and the Druid will never give up a clan who is lost outside."

  He struggled very hard.

  There is a taste that would rather be unyielding.

  Roland slowly landed from the air, looking down at the other person: "I just have a few questions to ask you, don't be afraid."

Ok?

  The elf also stopped struggling.

  He cleared Roland’s appearance and was taken aback: "Are you not that demon?"

   "Of course not, I don't know who the demon you are talking about is." In order to show his position, Roland cast the other side healing spells, calming spells and other auxiliary spells: "So you don't have to be so scared."

  The elf stopped struggling. Roland flicked his fingers to make a few magical hands disappear.

  The elf stood up, he patted his body, and finally looked at Roland, and said: "I feel that you have the smell of the same race on you."

   "I can barely be considered a half-elf." Roland smiled.

  He does have the blood of the elves, after all, this is the job transfer requirement of the sword dancer.

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

  He cried very sadly.

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

  The male elf put on his clothes and said: "My name is Semus."

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

  Roland waited quietly.

  About five or six minutes later, the male elf finished eating what was in his hand, and then looked at Roland with an expectant look, as if he wanted more.

   Luo Temple said: “Samos, it’s not that I don’t give you anything to eat, but you seem to be hungry for a long time. If you eat too much, it’s easy to burst your stomach.”

"Well, there is indeed such a saying." Saimus 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 tribe , Gave me such a great help. Just now you said that you want to ask me something, please do not hesitate to ask, I know, I will answer you all."

  The elves are more trusting of their own people, or hybrids with their own blood.

  Roland smiled and asked, “I’m very curious, why do you appear in this area naked. You still look so desolate.”

"I was caught. He is a human magician." Saimus recalled his previous experience, with obvious timidity in his eyes: "He is not an ordinary wizard, very strong. I don't have any backhands in front of him. The strength is just like in front of you."

   "What does he look like?"

  "Blond and blue eyes." Saimus looked at Roland: "Same as you."

   "What is his purpose for catching you?"

"Use my pure blood as an alchemy potion." Saimus held his hands together: "He uses evil magic to draw a certain amount of blood from my body every day, making me weak, but not letting me die. I would also give me food every day, but not much, only to sustain life."

  Roland frowned.

  Semos continued: "Keep them underground. Because there is no light, I don’t even know how long has passed. There, every second passing by, is a long day for me."

   "He just drew your blood?" Roland asked: "Did you do other things?"

  "Is this not enough?" Saimus asked rhetorically: "Importing a hunter who yearns for wind and freedom in the dark underground is terrible torture."

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

   "The abuse on **, that's not it."

   "When were you arrested?" Roland asked: "I know you have no sense of time when you are imprisoned, but it is July of the Fransch Spark Year."

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

  In just two months!

   "It was only two months, I thought it had been twenty years." Saimus wanted to cry again.

   "You go back to the elf forest first." Roland took out some dry food and water and handed it to the opponent, and gave the other party a long sword: "This is not far from the elf forest."

  Hunters also have good melee capabilities.

  Semos took the sword: "Thank you, tribe, what is your name?"

   "Roland."

  Semos remembered the name in his heart, then turned and left quickly.

  He was really afraid of being caught again.

  If he goes back to the Elf Forest safely, it is estimated that he will not come up with the human world for a few decades.

  Roland returned to the town and came to the seal land again.

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

   Then he hid himself and waited quietly.

  The first day, the second day, there was no sign.

  Occasionally, some townspeople came over with a shovel and wanted to dig something, but they were all ordinary people. They took a shovel and dug for a long time, but they did not dig a pit 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.

  A young magician with blond hair and blue eyes, came to the seal land.

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

  Roland walked out of the dark place, looked at each other, and asked, "Jaberthaw?"

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

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

  For example, the shadow of the trees, there is already a blackstone trail that does not exist in the town.

  Sitting on the menstruation, this person has already arrived in another world.

  In fact, this is normal.

  This is a compound magic that combines the space system and the illusion system.

  Walking in another world.

  This is a very strong, but very lucky skill.

  You can escape to the alien plane anytime and anywhere, but it does not appear 100% in a safe place. It may also appear in the ocean or in the swamp. Everything is random.

   And returning from an alien plane, there is no guarantee that he will appear where.

  The randomness is too large, and ordinary magicians are not afraid to use it.

  Even Roland is the same.

  Unexpectedly, this person is so decisive.

   After entering the alien plane, the opponent's figure will soon disappear from the main plane. If you want to find him, you must enter the same alien plane as the opponent.

  Roland didn't chase him, he couldn't find it. After entering the alien plane, only the first few seconds would reveal the human situation.

  Then the person's gaze disappeared into the alien space.

  Even Roland could not get this person out of the state of walking in another world.

  Relationships where the opponent is too vigilant.

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

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

  Roland sighed, he returned to the old Beckrum's house and rested all night.

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

  I saw the old woman with silver hair, acting like a baby to the old Beckrum.

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

  When the old woman speaks, she feels weird. Maybe it's because her voice is too young.

   "I'm going to buy it now." Old Beckrum stood up.

  Roland followed the old Beckrum all the time and left home. When going out, the former asked: "Do you know that two months ago, any elves came here?"

   "There is one, but it disappears inexplicably later, and no one can find him."