Mages Are Too OP

  Locating the phylactery of the Lich?

  This is a bit difficult.

  Roland sighed, and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but that I haven't even touched the principle of the Lich Phylogram, let alone understand it."

   "We have considered this matter." The Winter Wolf saint put three more vegetables into her mouth, chewed slowly, and smiled: "In our clan, there is a Lich Phylogram stored. It has been for many years."

   "There are no more Lich souls?" Roland's eyes lit up.

  This kind of technology that can keep the soul of the lich is very interesting, but there are no major magic towers.

  It's not that they can't study it, but that they disdain and dare not study.

  I was afraid of being attracted by the power, and then fell into the evil way of immortality like the lich.

  But players do not have this problem, because in the game, they themselves are immortal.

  The Winter Wolf saint gave herself another piece of tender and juicy cooked meat: "No, there is still a soul in it."

  "Why didn't you kill him?" Roland asked curiously.

  He also knows a little about the Frostwolf clan now. This is a former salvation race, and has an instinctive aversion to evil things.

  Although they are usually more Buddhist, if they hit someone with evil power and soul, they will kill them.

  It’s hard to imagine that they would put a Lich’s phylogeny in their own clan, and have not smashed it.

"That guy killed several of our clansmen before." The Winter Wolf saint smiled: "Then we figured out a way to find its phylogeny. It really took a lot of effort to ask Winter Wolf to help... …"

   Speaking of Winter Wolf, the saint was depressed again, and even the dishes in front of her didn't taste good.

  Roland laughed when he heard this: "So you put its phylogeny in the clan, so that he will always be locked in a small phylogeny, and he can't get out of the sky. What a punishment?"

  The Winter Wolf saint nodded repeatedly: "At first I heard that he often roared with mental power or begged for mercy, but now there is no movement. But I can guarantee that its soul still exists in it."

   "I heard? How long has the Lich been sealed?"

   "It's estimated to be more than five hundred years. Anyway, it's a dozen generations ago."

  啧...Sure enough, it is cruel, it seems that offending the Frostwolf clan is not a good thing.

   "Are you a little scared?" The Winter Wolf saint glanced at Roland with a smile but not a smile, and continued: "We can give you the phylogenetic. We don't care whether we can develop the technology of positioning the phylogeny."

   "Trust me so?"

  "You have a different hatred from the Lich." The Winter Wolf saint smiled and said: "Each time we attack a camp, we will shout, "Follow the order of the Master Roland, please die!""

  Roland was drinking the fruit wine, and almost squirted out after hearing the words, but forcibly swallowed it back.

  But it made my throat sore and coughed.

  Looking at Roland like this, the Winter Wolf Saint smiled and said, "Since you hired us, of course you have to beat your name."

  Roland actually didn't care, after all, he and the Lich had already been immortal.

  But this method of the Frostwolf clan is really too spoof.

  Roland couldn’t help asking: “How many lich’s camps have you cleared now?”

  "At least hundreds of them." The Winter Wolf saint thought for a while, and said: "Anyway, I have almost cleared the Lich camp near the northern border, and I am chasing them to the south."

   Hearing this, Roland did not hesitate to take out five purses from the system backpack and put them on the table.

  "This is a good reward."

  A lot of money...The Winter Wolf Saint is in the middle of maturity and youthfulness, and her pretty face with very subtle temperament reveals joy.

  She still wants face, after all, the saint must not lose too much.

   So she smiled and said to Roland: "But we haven't caught a real lich."

   "No, this is already very powerful." Roland said sincerely.

  Lichs, like wizards, require research.

  In other words, the growth of the Lich also requires a cost.

   is different from the mage who can use money to buy, buy and buy. Liches can only produce themselves because everyone shouts and fights.

  Collect the materials yourself, and make the magic potions yourself.

  Even the necessities of life have to come by themselves.

  But fortunately, they have a large number of undead creatures to do it for them, because they are also comfortable.

   Destroyed those Lich camps, which meant that their logistics lines were severely damaged, and they even completely lost their ‘economic’ sources.

  The establishment of each Lich camp will cost them a lot of energy and material costs.

  It hurts to knock out one, and a large part of it is knocked out, which is simply terrible.

  Now Roland can already estimate that the gang of liches hate themselves, probably hate to death.

  "Then I will accept it?" The Winter Wolf Saint asked cautiously.

   "Please." Roland made a gesture.

  "Boss atmosphere."

  The Winter Wolf saint took a strange red rope from her clothes, circled the money bags on the table, and these things disappeared without a trace.

  Roland was taken aback: "What magic item is this?"

   "Winter Wolf Holy Rope."

   "I look at it and it seems to be similar to the material on you."

   "It's those on me." The Winter Wolf saint put her hand on the first button of her clothes, and said with a smile: "Would you like to check it or study it?"

   Hmm... Roland is actually quite interested.

  Purely academic kind.

   But then he waved his hand.

  It’s a special spatial technique, it's probably related to divine art, so forget it.

  With that time, wouldn’t it be more beautiful to learn the mansion art in space magic?

  Of course...this also has a lot to do with his current state of sage.

  If he is in a normal state, he will be heartbeat if he is not uniform.

  After all, Winter Wolf is really white, big and round.

   still long legs.

Seeing Roland's refusal, Saintess of Winter Wolf didn't care. She smiled and said, "You can't blame me for giving up this opportunity. Okay, wait here, I'll go to the clan to give you the Lich Phylogram bring here."

   After speaking, the Winter Wolf saint licked a piece of meat in her mouth and ran away.

  Really look like the movements of a wolf.

   But think about it, they were originally wolves.

  Roland was eating by himself.

  About ten minutes later, Beatrice walked out of the kitchen, sat next to Roland, and asked a little shyly: "Roland, how many days are you going to stay here?"

   "Let’s stay here, it’s not nice to you."

   "It's okay, I don't have any...man anyway." Beatrice wringed her hands hard, looking very nervous.

  Roland is not a pure man anymore, and he fully understands what Beatrice means.

  It’s just... he couldn’t help but curiously asked: “You’ve been in Wetland City for so long, haven’t you seen any man?”

   "I... I live here, and I am yours." After Beatrice said this, her shy face blushed.

   Then she did not wait for Roland to answer, she held her face and ran upstairs.

  Roland shrugged.

   Then he continued to eat side dishes.

  After another meeting, the panting Winter Wolf Saint came back.

  She holds a cold wooden box in her hand.

  The wood is made of green cotton wood.

  Green cotton wood is abundant in the forest. It is not a rare wood, but it has a characteristic. The longer the green cotton wood survives, the harder the texture, and the less likely to be corroded by air and time.

  Furniture made of green cotton wood that is more than 100 years old is said to be non-corrosive for thousands of years, but it smells a bit unpleasant.

  But the lich has no sense of smell, and there is no problem with making it into a phylactery.

The Saintess of Winter Wolf put the wooden box on the table and said: "This teleportation magic circle is really useful. Use the southern kingdom to our northern border. There are only a few silver coins, and about half a minute. The goddess of magic really deserves the name of'wisdom'."

  Roland smiled and joined together.

  Now there are not many people who know that he is the inventor of the teleportation magic circle.

  Actually, Roland guessed that the Winter Wolf Saint had just gone to get the Lich Phylogram just a secondary purpose. Her real idea was to put the five bags of gold coins away. After all, she got so much money for the first time.

  Of course, Roland will not expose this matter. His EQ is not so low.

  Half a second later, he put his gaze on the wooden box on the desktop.

  From the moment the wooden box appeared, he felt a chaotic spirit wandering in the wooden box, and then slowly radiated.

  The simple magic pattern on the wooden box, like the stripes of flowers, but with the vicissitudes of savage words, is a very interesting magic circle.

   "The things are handed over to you." The Winter Wolf saint breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Next we will continue to hunt the lich, Roland, I have a question."

"Please say."

   "If we can kill a lich ourselves, how much can you give us?"

  "Two hundred gold coins a head of a lich." Roland said without hesitation: "Every time a camp is destroyed in the future, you can ask me for twenty gold coins."

  Winter Wolf Saintess heard this, she took the food in front of her into her mouth in a few clicks, and then she stood up abruptly: "What you say counts, I will personally take someone to do this for you now."

After    finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

  Roland was a little surprised, and then a little relieved. He vaguely understood why the Winter Wolf Saint had such an urgent psychology.

  The Winter Wolf saint who walked out of the manor seemed to be burning in her heart.

  Now she knows the problems of the Frostwolf tribe too well.

  There is no direction, I don’t know where to go.

  Especially after the Winter Wolf ran away some time ago, everyone in the Frostwolf clan looked flustered and listless.

  After the world did not need them to save, the Frostwolf clan lived a life centered around the winter wolf.

  Now that the totem is gone, they will of course be hit.

  In fact, the Winter Wolf Saint is the one who has been hit hardest, but as the real leader and real leader of the entire race, she cannot express this emotion.

   So Roland could vaguely see some confusion on her face.

  I have to say that she actually has a good impression of Roland, a man who can look directly at her body.

  Roland always thought that when the Winter Wolf Saint was dancing the sacrificial dance with a red rope all over her body, as long as she was a human, she could see it when she looked up!

   But in fact it was just a misunderstanding.

  People of the Frostwolf clan worship the saint, they will not look, especially the men, will never look up.

  And outsiders, you can’t see it at all.

  The red rope is a god-level equipment made of winter wolf hair, with its own consciousness shield.

   Outsiders look at the Winter Wolf Saintess of the Jumping Sacrifice Group, they will only see a cloud of mist.

  , Roland, who can even look directly at the gods, can see clearly.

  So the Winter Wolf Saint had a special and unusual view of Roland, which is also a wish.

  The saints are all proud, no matter which sect.

  Roland can talk to the Winter Wolf saint normally because Roland can see the true appearance of the saint.

  After the two contacted, they had the current friendship.

  The Winter Wolf Saint has been thinking of ways to make the Frostwolf clan ‘strong’, even going out.

  But the human world seems to have never been in contact with them with dog ears and foreign body parts.

  And the orcs don’t wait to see them.

   thinks they are human mixed.

  The Winter Wolf saint always thought that their Frostwolf tribe would always live in the icy, snowy, isolated place in the North.

  But after Roland brought them to Wetland City last time, he finally understood...In this world, there is still a place that can accept them 100%.

  Cat people, Succubus people are everywhere in this city... and this time she brought a few people to Wetland City, just to try, how would the people in Wetland City treat them without Roland's leadership.

  The result made them ecstatic.

  Although there are people watching along the way, those eyes are eager and not malicious!

   But it also seems to be a bit malicious, very subtle.

  I don’t want to hurt people’s minds, but rather the feeling of owning people.

  She lived in this city for a few days. Although she met many people who struck up a conversation, no one did anything to them, and she didn’t even insult them.

   Then after Roland came over, he directly took out 500 gold coins as a reward.

  She felt that it would be no problem to buy a piece of land in the outer city and take the whole family to live there.

  The Frostwolf clan is a race that is easily satisfied. As long as there is a place to live, food to eat, and the people around them have no evil towards them, then they can feel very happy.

"Five hundred gold coins can buy a large piece of land in the city, but not enough for the entire family to live in." The winter wolf saint muttered to herself with a face of joy: "We can open up wasteland outside the city. I heard that the city owner is here. I have a very good relationship with Roland. I have time to ask him to intercede, kill a few more liches, make up a thousand, and buy a lot of land. Then all our people can live in this beautiful and kind-hearted one. Next to the city."

  Thinking of such a good life, the pair of white dog ears on the top of the winter wolf saint's head swayed slightly from side to side.

  Roland picked up the wooden box and teleported back to Delbang City.

  He had just returned to his home and didn't take a few steps in the manor. Andonara and Angel Niya rushed in front of him almost at the same time.

  The speed of the two is fast and there is an afterimage.

   Andonara saw Roland and heaved a sigh of relief: "I thought there was something unclean, dare to break into our house."

   Then her gaze fell on the wooden box on Roland.

  Angel Niya's sight also fell on the wooden box.

   Roland held up this thing, shook it, and said, "The Lich Phylogram."

  Niya's face was taken aback, then she walked to Roland and said seriously: "You are not allowed to study these things, otherwise my mother and I will be sad."

  Andonara: Huh?