Mages Are Too OP

Roland never imagined that the power of his magic would be exaggerated to such an extent.

They had already swung 300 meters across the city wall, but their eardrums were still shattered by the sound of the explosion.

The pain is not much, after all, it is only one-tenth of the original, but what is uncomfortable is the mental destruction.

Nowadays, everyone is blind and deaf. They can't see or hear. They are in a state of incomprehension. As a result, many people roll around on the ground in fright, making all appearances.

Roland was even worse than them. In addition to seeing and hearing, he also felt that he was extremely weak. This was a natural reaction of his body when his mental power almost bottomed out.

It stands to reason that this is the best time for them to attack the city, but everyone is blinded, and no one can move at all.

After a while, Roland was a little worried that the enemy would attack, but after waiting for a while, there was no sound of the enemy shouting and killing. After waiting for nearly four minutes, the players gradually recovered their vision, but their eyes were all red and swollen, just It's like having pink eye.

The two priest players from the water god sect slowed down and began to use group hydrotherapy.

A kind of healing magic that doesn't take effect very quickly, but has a large range. Two people join forces at the same time, and the healing effect is also good.

The rupture of the eardrum may be a little troublesome in modern society, but here, it is a kind of 'minor injury', as long as it is a treatment technique.

Players can gradually see things in the distance, and the dizziness effect caused by the sound wave shock gradually disappears.

The city gate was lifted with a 'head', from a height of six meters to less than one meter.

And the width of the city wall is three meters. It is conceivable how much effect Roland's 'big fireball' has caused.

What is even more outrageous is that near the central explosion point, at least 50 meters of city walls have collapsed, and the farther city walls have cracked on the surface, and it seems that the collapse is not far away.

And in these places, there are still black smoke surging, the center point of the explosion, and the dark red lava.

"With such power, you can break the city wall with one shot. What siege death squad do you need? A few mages will solve everything?"

The other players all agreed with it.

There is a similar conversation in the live room.

But a player who looked like a priest walked over and said: "This is because this city does not use anti-magic building materials. The cities in the territory are similar, except for the walls of a few super-large cities that use anti-magic building materials. Cities will use a lot of anti-magic materials to mix into the building materials of the city wall. It is very difficult for a magician to break through this kind of city wall. Besides, there are mages on both sides of the real war, and they interfere with each other, so it is not so easy to destructively hit the city wall. In many cases, wearing anti-magic equipment can effectively reduce the damage of magic to us. Magicians are not invincible."

A group of players breathed a sigh of relief.

The melon eaters in the live broadcast room also felt a lot better.

Fortunately, at least such a terrifying mage has a way to check and balance.

A group of people walked near the city wall and found tattered corpses everywhere. Most of the city guards were dead, a few were waxed and scorched by the terrible heat, and the guards further away were directly shocked and died of blood. .

Even the players who were 300 meters away, or professionals, were temporarily shaken by the sound shock wave and lost their combat effectiveness, not to mention these much weaker soldiers.

Looking at the scattered corpses, the players couldn't bear it, but no one would blame Roland.

Which of them does not have two or three NPC lives in their hands.

Besides, they are also famous teachers.

None of these soldiers who aided the tyranny was innocent.

However, when they encountered soldiers who were not dead, those priests were still willing to save them.

After watching for a while near the city gate, a player said faintly: "With such power, even if I wear magic resistance equipment, I feel that I will be shocked to death by the shock wave."

"Isn't it enough to learn the expertise of sonic resistance?" Someone interjected.

"It's impossible to learn a bunch of very targeted skills just for Roland alone, but for others, it's a rubbish skill."

"You also know that Master Roland is the only one now."

Several players quarreled, avoiding the dark red molten lava that was still hot, stepping over the 'city wall pier' more than one meter high and entering the city.

"As planned?"

"certainly!"

All the players smiled knowingly, and the loudspeaker sounded on everyone in turn.

Then they rearranged the phalanx, and while advancing in the direction of the city security, they shouted the slogans they had prepared in advance.

Loud voices began to echo through the small city of Murray.

"We are the Grey-Eyed Rebels, the Avengers who have crawled back from hell."

"Only punish the first evil Betel, and it has nothing to do with other people."

"Betel is devoid of conscience, commits all evils, and immortality is not enough for the anger of the common people."

"Kill Betel and we will return to hell, please don't stop us, or you will be at your own risk."

Players are very clear about killing and killing hearts. In order to reduce the resistance of the enemy, but also to reduce unnecessary casualties, such slogans must be shouted.

It's just that the characters of the players are always a bit out of line, and someone starts to make trouble when they shout.

"Betel's slut who sells assholes is also worthy of becoming a noble?"

"Betel is ugly and ugly, so bad that there are sores on the top of his head and pus on the bottom of his feet. Whoever joins in with him will be punished by God."

"Betel is a pervert, even an 80-year-old lady is not spared."

As soon as these words came out, all the players looked at the player who just shouted them.

The player shrank his neck subconsciously.

The players shouted and walked, and then found that something was wrong. On the way, no one came to stop them.

On the road leading to the castle, there was no one there.

Everyone seems to be hiding.

The city even seemed quiet.

How is this going? It wouldn't be that the enemy was in ambush and wanted to sneak attack on them. Or are their slogans really that effective?

All players look at me, I look at you.

At this time, a thief player jumped off the roof next to him and rolled to the ground to dissipate his momentum. He said anxiously: "Betel ran from the east gate, who made the movement just now, MD scared me. The person was dead. It felt like five thunderbolts exploded on his head. People in the whole city were frightened and stupid. Betel stopped putting out the fire immediately, and took the soldiers to flee from the east gate. Others Five people have followed, and they asked me to come back and ask you, whether to let him live or kill him."

All eyes were on Roland.

Roland laughed dryly and said, "We can't say such ugly words as slaughtering as much as possible. We are good people, and we must say that we do our best to eliminate evil. We can ignore other people, but Betel must die."

Ellie was also in the crowd, and she said fiercely, "Betel must die."

"Then continue to chase, I don't believe their physical strength is better than our professionals." A player shouted.

Everyone gave out laughter, some wretched and some ugly.