Mages Are Too OP

The druids left the road and went into the woods.

After feeling the surrounding greenery and the dense chirping of insects and birds, a sense of security surrounds them.

Many druids slumped down, and Blackthorn leaned against a large tree, sighed, and moved his hood to the back.

Although it is not handsome, it shows a very vicissitudes of life and quite a manly face.

He said with some fear: "That woman is a quasi-legend."

The other Druids didn't speak, they all guessed more or less.

Otherwise, with their 'green shade' irritable character, how could they all be silent and leave obediently after the death of a companion.

That's because it really can't be beat.

No one could see the woman's movements clearly.

Not knowing what happened, Heather died.

What's more, there is a very powerful fire mage next to him that can fly.

That big blue fireball doesn't seem to be his strongest attack yet, and they have no chance of winning.

The mage alone is enough for them. For plant-type magic, the most fearful thing is the magic attack of the fire attribute. After the mage can defeat them, there is also a quasi-legendary warrior who is close to him and waits for orders.

Ghosts clash with this combination.

Thinking of that beautiful quasi-legendary female warrior, Heijing sighed heavily: "Didn't we say that the strongest of us in Hollevin is also a master-level professional? Who is that woman? She reached the quasi-legendary level at such a young age. "

No one can answer, after all, they seldom pay attention to worldly affairs and don't know much about the current situation.

But there is nothing wrong with their approach.

Because the change in this world is actually very slow. For thousands of years, except for the rise and demise of some small aristocratic families, generally speaking, there has been no change in the big pattern and the big forces.

Sometimes, a city will not change for a hundred years.

Only people's names change.

Besides, they are not completely ignoring world affairs, they just come out to collect some information every four or five years.

After a while, someone asked, "What about Heather's family?"

Heather is a newcomer, she just got married recently, and his wife looks pretty good. Heijing thought about it and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of his family."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange, many people hesitated to speak, but no one dared to speak.

After a while, there was a rustling sound from the woods, and someone came over.

All the druids stood up, looking rather warily in the direction of the sound.

After a while, a figure familiar to them emerged from the forest, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a very ordinary-looking man, the type that disappears when thrown into a crowd.

Heijing looked at him and asked, "How's the situation going?"

"I heard it all." The man took a breath and continued: "The lord of Delbon City was originally the John family, but he was recently taken away by Roland, the son of gold, and is now under house arrest. Now they cut down that piece of land. In the forest, it is said that Roland found a reason to allow a large number of poor people to work and eat in winter. It is purely a sense of justice. Roland, the son of gold, is a magician and the president of the Delbon Magic Tower. "

A man's face appeared in the minds of the druids, a rather nasty one.

Heijing frowned and asked, "Son of Gold? What does this mean?"

The man swallowed: "I said, don't be surprised. The Golden One is an alien human being brought by the goddess of life. Their biggest feature is... immortality."

All the druids were startled, and some people sitting on the ground jumped straight up.

Heijing shook his head: "This is impossible!"

"It's true." The intelligence officer said firmly: "I've asked nearly 20 people, and I even used human bewilderment magic. The answer is the same. It is the consensus of the outside world that the son of gold can be resurrected. now,"

All the druids looked at each other.

Hei Jing's face was ugly. If the intelligence officers didn't lie, then they were fighting some monsters that were impossible to win.

After a while, he said, "Let's go back first and tell Frans what happened here and see what they think."

Everyone felt that this opinion was quite reliable, and they all nodded in unison.

On Roland's side, he asked Andonara to supervise the progress of the entire project in place of the injured Vincent, as well as be responsible for the safety of the logging farm.

On the other hand, he went to the Mercenary Guild first, and spent thirty gold coins to buy information about the 'Lumeng' organization. Then he went to the Assassin Worker, and spent another 30 gold coins to buy another copy about the 'Lumeng' organization. 'Information on the personnel list of the Holevin branch.

The Assassin Guild reminded them that they cannot guarantee that this list is 100% correct, and that it is very difficult for the Lumeng organization to penetrate, which is already their best effort.

Roland nodded, unconcerned.

He returned to the Magic Tower, read the two pieces of information, and finally sent it to the King City of Hollevin.

The royal city was still prosperous and lively, and Roland found the 'Bard' guild in the corner of the slum in the south of the city.

Compared with the mercenary guild, the assassin guild and other organizations, the bard guild has the smallest building area, and the layout inside is quite shabby.

And there were no guests, it was deserted, and even the receptionist was dozing off at the counter with his head propped up.

Roland went up, tapped the table lightly, woke the waitress, and said to her, "Please meet me, your president, I have a big business worth at least fifty gold coins, and I want to talk to him. "

The waitress looked at Roland's magic robe and heard the number of gold coins from Roland. She didn't dare to neglect and rushed upstairs.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a gray and white robe with a rather British and American appearance walked down.

He warmly invited Roland to the study on the second floor, and after the waitress brought the fruit wine, he poured Roland a glass, then smiled and asked, "May I ask what business you want to take care of our union? "

"My name is Roland, I wonder if you have heard of the Lumeng Organization?"

Hearing this, the bard president was stunned for a moment, and then he continued to laugh: "Of course, your Excellency, you can call me Vicki, I don't know what our business has to do with this organization?"

Roland took out a bag from the space backpack, which contained at least fifty gold coins: "I don't like this organization, so I hope that when your bards sing legendary poems or knight stories in the tavern, give this organization to Take them, and then black them out without a trace."

Bard Guild Master Vicki was taken aback for a moment, then took a deep breath: "It's a little dangerous."

"This is the second month's pay." Roland took out another bag: "Of course, there will be a third month, I don't know if you are willing to accept it."

Roland also opened the bag at the same time, and the coins inside were glittering with gold.

The bard Vicki thought for a while, then raised his head and grinned: "I don't know, Your Excellency, how much do you want to black them?"