Mages Are Too OP

Feeling the biting frost on his cheeks, the half-elf Losandar felt hopeless.

He didn't know why the human magician had to deal with him, but it was certain that the comer was not good.

He even thought of committing suicide, but unfortunately his whole body was under control, and each of his hands and feet was held down by a blue mage hand, and he couldn't move at all.

So he could only barely raise his head, looked back at the human magician in the dark, and slowly walked in front of him.

My heart was full of anger and fear.

How will the enemy treat him, torture him, or kill him outright?

While thinking wildly, Losandal saw the silver moon hanging in the sky behind Roland.

Losandal has always liked moonlight, and he suddenly felt that it would be romantic to be killed on such a moonlit night.

This is the unique feeling of the elves, dying next to their favorite things.

There is a beauty of zero adjustment.

Roland looked at the other party's expression and saw that he was frightened at first, then relieved, and finally showed a relieved smile... Roland's first reaction was, is there something wrong with this half-elf's head?

He sighed and asked, "Is it Losandal?"

"Why don't you ask my name, kill if you want to." Losandal, who had a lot of drama in his heart, snorted, "I will not betray my clan."

Roland raised his eyebrows and sighed.

This is a misunderstanding, but there is no way, if you don't hold him, this guy will definitely have to run.

There are woods on both sides of the road. When the elves enter the woods, it is like a fish entering a deep lake. It is very difficult to find them, so they can only catch him.

It's just...a bit rude.

"I didn't want to do anything to you." Roland squatted in front of him and said, "I was introduced by Beta. I need you to contact Ans for me. I have something very important to find him."

"Beta." Losandal looked at each other in surprise: "Wait, what's your name?"

"Roland."

"You said that your name is Roland." Losandall cried out in grievance.

Roland smiled awkwardly: "If you don't, you will definitely run away. If you try to find it again, you may not be able to find it."

"Then let me go." Losandal looked at Roland rather unhappily.

Roland shrugged embarrassedly.

Half a minute later, Losandal patted his clothes and said, "The name Roland has been mentioned by both Beta and Elder Ans. It seems that you should be quite prestigious in Elder Ans's eyes. I can convey it on my behalf, but whether I can see it or not is not up to me to decide."

"Of course, I'll trouble you." Roland thought about it and said, "How about I treat you to a big meal as an apology."

"Okay." Losandall's eyes lit up.

Then Roland took Losandal to the hotel and ordered a lot of delicacies for him, which cost him almost a gold coin.

Lobsandar is very satisfied. Half-elves like meat very much, but he doesn't have much money, so he can't let go of eating like this.

During this process, Roland chatted with him from time to time, and collected a lot of information about the elves.

Although it is not too important news, at least Roland has a more intuitive impression of the elves.

At the end of the day, Losandal was gone.

Not long after, the drow elf Susie came to the door.

Her expression was rather annoyed: "You follow me!"

Roland pointed to another glass of fruit wine on the table and smiled: "It seems that Losandal has found you, yes, I followed you."

"Do you want to die?" Susie sat opposite Roland, staring at him fiercely, her slender eyebrows stood upside down, a bit like a machete, quite deterrent: "How dare you stand on my site Follow me."

"If you don't follow you, how can you find Losandal? You let him leave the town."

The truth is indeed the truth, but Susie always feels unconvinced.

She is a sword dancer, agility warrior, and a special hidden combat class that can be unlocked after she is part-time job as a thief.

It has good stealth ability, anti-submarine ability, and frontal combat ability that is not weaker than traditional fighters.

But she never thought that a sword dancer would be followed by a mage.

It's like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong and then playing to win.

Quite upset.

"You are very rude, I need you to apologize."

"Sorry." Roland said casually.

Susie was so angry that her hair was about to explode. Roland was so simple, but it gave her a perfunctory feeling.

It's like an adult manipulating a child.

It's just that she really can't attack Roland, because she heard from Losandal that this Roland seems to be a very important person.

Elder Ans values ​​his appearance very much.

"Okay, I remember." Susie slammed the door away.

Roland felt that... Whether it was Lausanne Dar or Susie, there seemed to be some childish tempers.

For the next three days, Roland has been waiting for news in the hotel, and of course, he will also take time to browse the forum and study magic.

Three days later, Ans came to the hotel to find him.

Roland asked the waiter to serve Ans with fruit wine and cake, and smiled at the same time: "It's surprising that a big man like you actually came in person. I thought you would let me know and meet you in the elf forest."

An Si is still handsome, but his eyes seem to be a little more tired.

"I don't dare to let the lawless son of gold come into the house." He took a sip of the fruit wine, looked Roland up and down for a while, and said, "Besides, you are growing fast, and I don't dare to let you go into the forest casually. I remember More than a year ago, you were just barely entering the elite, but now, you are already on the road to the master level. Are all the golden sons like you?"

"It's just better luck." Roland drank his fruit wine in one gulp, then poured himself another glass, and continued: "This time, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Let's talk." Ans smiled. "I hope it's not an outrageous request."

"I want the juice of the World Tree, a drop is enough."

Jazz!

Ans directly squeezed the silver wine glass in his hand into a mass of twisted metal, and the fruit wine splashed everywhere, and naturally also sprayed at Ans and Roland.

But they were blocked by the magic shields on both of them.

Ans stared at Roland with murderous intent: "Do you know what you said!"

"I know." Roland nodded.

"Do you know how important the mother tree is to us!"

Know. Roland nodded again.

"Then how dare you make such a request!" Ans directly smashed the unformed wine glass into Roland's face, but was blocked by Roland's magical shield: "Do you think you have lived too long? already?"

"Of course I don't think so." Roland shook his head and said, "But I don't want much, just a drop."

Ans got up and was about to leave.

Roland shouted: "I don't want it for nothing. I can help you do something you don't want to do, but you can't let me do evil things."

"I will never hurt my mother or my relatives." Ans looked back at Roland.

Roland opened his eyes slightly and asked, "Really? Then why did your teacher, the Green Druid, die?"