Mages Are Too OP

Roland has always felt that it is his responsibility to make it easier for new mages to learn magic.

He was going to give the newcomer some advice, but when he clicked in, he found that he didn't need to speak at all.

Enthusiastic players have already given the answer.

This is the lucky one who got the virtual cabin from the 'court auction'.

It cost over four million.

He heard that the mage is very powerful. There is a big boss who destroyed half of the guild alone, demolished the city gate alone, and then found a video to watch it. Sure enough, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

He asked in the post how to become a powerful mage like that boss.

'If you think you have talent, you will be full of intellectual growth and spiritual power6. But I still recommend you to use the 7, 5, 9, 7, 5 balanced addition method. Friends who have used it say that it is good. It can avoid many detours. I can't stop talking. ’

'Why can't I choose the 10, 6 plus point method? That big guy should be this kind of addition method. ’

'why? Because there are thousands of mages, Roland has only one. ’

'Maybe I can do it too. ’

'Hahaha, there are many people who think so, but in the end there is still only one Roland. ’

‘Upstairs, let him try it. How do you know how ordinary you are if you don't try! ’

Seeing this, Roland closed the post.

Because he looked a little embarrassed.

Then accidentally, he saw another post.

"We have established a foothold on the outskirts of Sicily, and comrades who are willing to overthrow this rotten world please come and fight with us"

Roland frowned and clicked into the post.

The content of the post is all dry goods. First, they explained how they cultivated a piece of fertile soil in this important commercial town's outer forest, built many bungalows, repaired wheat fields, and cleaned up clean water sources. Now, many NPCs have been recruited, and they are teaching these NPCs what slavery is, what is feudalism, what is advanced productivity concepts, and so on.

These NPCs are the sparks of the future.

And they need more players to act as 'instructors' and guides to grow their careers.

The replies below the post are quite polarized.

There are many supporters, and there are also many non-supporters, almost half.

'It's interesting, count me in. ’

'Crazy, it's just a game, what reforms are you doing? ’

‘People always have some ideals, and there is always something crazy for a time, I feel very interesting, and I am willing to join. ’

'Stop kidding, games are games, don't do so much. ’

Roland read a few pages of replies, I remember that this player had posted a similar post before, and it has only been three months since he built his own secret base.

Mobility is strong.

It's just that Roland is still not optimistic about their behavior, productivity, and combat power are all the nobles of this world, as well as the major temples, and there are gods like nuclear bombs.

At Falcon's funeral, Roland saw an angel descend from the sky, and knew that there was a god in this world.

Reform will bring down even God, who will stand idly by?

Even if you don't go off in person and send a few gods down, few people can stop him.

Roland is now one of the cutting-edge combat powers among the players. He knows too much how high-end combat power plays a role in combat or on the battlefield.

He thought about it, but didn't leave a message.

Then go to other posts.

After about three hours, it was dawn.

Roland had breakfast with Kaka on the first floor, and then went to another great magician's magic tower to find an old magician named Sol.

As a result... the other party is not there.

Roland shrugged, left the magic tower, and returned to the street, but unexpectedly saw a black-robed man pulling a little girl's hair and dragging it on the ground.

The little girl screamed miserably, but the little girl screamed a little louder, and was immediately punched in the head by the man in black robe. Roland, who was far away, heard it.

Soon, a wisp of blood flowed down the little girl's head.

And the man in black dress looks like an assassin who loves to act in the shadows.

There are many pedestrians in the surrounding streets, and many people stop to watch, but no one goes up to watch.

Roland sighed, walked up, and stood in front of the man in black robe.

There will be many things like this in this world, and it is the norm, where the strong prey on the weak.

Roland told himself many times that he couldn't control so much.

Just seeing this scene, he couldn't help but stand up.

Seeing Roland standing in front of him, the man in black robe was stunned and asked, "Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

Roland looked at the other party for a while: "What do you mean by abusing this little girl?"

Um? The man in black robe looked at Roland's dress and said with a smile, "Your Excellency has taken a fancy to this pariah?"

"that's not what it means."

"It doesn't matter, I'll give it to you." The black robe's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "Just be a friend."

After the man finished speaking, he pulled the little girl's hair with force, and threw her directly in front of Roland.

The girl rolled at Roland's feet, with her eyes closed, she had passed out.

And the little girl had bruises all over her body.

Roland's face gradually turned cold.

"A warm-hearted Master Master? It's rare." The black-robed man smiled, but then his expression gradually became solemn: "Wait, are you the son of gold?"

The man in black robe finally found that Roland's temperament and expression seemed to be very different from normal people.

"So what?" Roland asked lightly.

The man in black robe took a deep breath: "Sorry, I have no intention of angering you, nor do I want to be your enemy."

The man in black robe slowly retreated, and after leaving a few meters, he turned into a black shadow, and ran away like a snake directly against the ground.

It looked a little embarrassed.

Roland looked at the little girl on the ground, the blood in her head had begun to thicken, he sighed, picked up the little girl, and walked towards the Temple of Life.

The Temple of Life is on the street not far from the palace, occupying a large piece of land.

The main body of the temple building is about 30 meters high, and the height of the gate is also 15 meters.

Many civilian believers kneel and worship under the temple, they dare not and cannot approach the temple.

Only nobles and powerful professionals can enter and leave the temple.

Roland went in with the little girl in his arms, and was immediately greeted by a man in a white background and green-edged priest's robe. He looked at Roland, then at the little girl, and asked kindly, "Do you need treatment?"

Roland nodded.

The male priest pushed back the little girl's hair, looked at the wound, and said, "It's not a serious injury, just a silver coin is enough."

Roland laid the little girl flat on the sacrificial altar, and then took out a silver coin.

The male priest sprinkled a green light on the little girl's forehead. Then he said, "She won't wake up in about half an hour."

Roland had to sit on the bench next to him and wait quietly.

A dark shadow wandered against the corner of the street, entered an alley, and then got in through the crack of the door of a certain house.

Inside is a large warehouse, and a dozen people in black robes in the same dress are also focused there.

The snake-shaped shadow turned into a human form again. He looked at the only black-robed man who was sitting and said, "Boss, the target has been snatched away."

"Who dares to rob our Shadow Assassin Guild?"

"A son of gold."

"Fake, these goddamn alien monsters are always doing bad things for us. How many times this month?"

"Boss, I don't think we can be so high-profile in the future. Wouldn't it be better to be a mouse again? Those guys from the Golden Son dare to kill even the city lord. If we are caught in broad daylight by them, they will definitely come to hinder us."