Mages Are Too OP

The Wisdom Golem stood up almost intact.

And Roland became a stick and was still lying on the sand.

It looked like a victory for the Wisdom Golem.

The legendary elder who watched this scene in the city wall nodded quite proudly. This is the masterpiece of their space magic tower.

A powerful, tough, and intelligent golem.

Then he frowned, because he found that the golden sons of the four phalanxes actually cheered.

"Are there any problems with these people?" The legendary mage looked extremely puzzled: "There is nothing wrong with the golem, but your Roland has consumed a lot of magic power."

Different from his perspective, there are things like blood bars in the eyes of players.

In their eyes, the Wisdom Golem looks fine on the surface, but it has lost four percent of its blood.

Roland alone did what 4,000 of them could barely do, which further proved that the golem was not invincible.

Isn't this something to cheer about?

The legendary mage was puzzled, and then he shook his head: "Roland should be able to stand up again, but what's the point of that?"

He had fought with Roland and knew that as long as there was still magic, the former's elemental incarnation could regenerate infinitely.

Sure enough... A few seconds later, the stone giant that Roland transformed into regrew his hands and feet at an extremely fast speed.

In less than six seconds for the Wisdom Golem to get up, Roland also stood up again.

"Come again!"

Roland looked very excited. The strike just now felt quite comfortable, which made him extremely excited.

He rushed over again, but this time the Wisdom Golem reacted, pulling out the giant sword behind him to slash across.

The sword wind pressed down with the bronze-colored fine gold long sword, Roland subconsciously leaned back, and the long sword slid across his chest, cutting a long sword mark.

At the same time, stone dust diffused and sputtered.

Roland didn't feel the pain. In the elemental incarnation mode, there would be no pain.

But the massive amount of stone dust stripped from it is essentially its magic.

It feels a little uncomfortable to lose the magic.

Now that the opponent is armed, Roland is not to be outdone.

The fourteen-meter-long rock-quality seedling knife 'grew' out of his body, and taking advantage of the gap of retreat, he retreated and slashed.

At this time, the Wisdom Golem just raised the sword with both hands, and the empty door with both hands was exposed.

The raised Miao Dao slashed directly at the armpit of the golem.

With a crisp sound, the Miao Dao was broken.

Rocks fly.

Roland took advantage of the situation to retreat with the broken knife, and within less than two seconds of his retreat, the broken blade grew again.

The body of the Wisdom Golem moved slightly, and there was no sign of damage to the surface of the armpit it received.

"Hmph, don't give up yet. How could a golem made of pure gold be so easy for you to find a weakness." The legendary mage on the city wall sneered.

It's just that his expression suddenly became more puzzled.

Because he found that the golden sons far away from the city wall actually cheered.

"What happened to them?"

There was no problem with the golem at all, but listening to the voices of the players, the legendary mage who stayed to monitor the battle somehow had a bad premonition in his heart.

In fact, the players cheered because they saw that Roland's attack directly interrupted one percent of the Wisdom Golem's health.

This is great progress.

Before, Roland was a flying kick, a leg whip, and a slap on a dog's head with both hands, and he only knocked out 4% of the opponent's blood. Directly hit another four percent less blood.

Isn't that a weakness?

"Remember, the armpit is most likely the weak point of all golems."

The major guild leaders said to the people beside them.

Most players have a habit of planning ahead.

They can't guarantee that they will not encounter similar golem enemies in their future gaming careers.

At this moment, there are ready-made battle data, so naturally, it is necessary to memorize it.

Speaking of the battle, Roland hit the golem with a slash, and the golem's body trembled slightly. He was about to chase after the victory, but the opponent's eyes suddenly narrowed, and red light beams shot out of his pupils, hitting him directly on the chest. .

After the rumbling explosion, the stone statue man flew upside down several meters and fell to the ground.

The chest has collapsed, and a large hole has appeared in the front and back.

As soon as Roland stood up, the golem rushed up, raised the sword and fell, and the bronze sword slashed directly from the center of Roland.

Half a second later, the stone statue was divided into two halves, and with a rumbling sound, it fell to the sand, causing a high amount of dust.

The soul in the Wisdom Golem had already obtained Roland's information before, and he knew very well that the elemental incarnation would not die.

Just need magic.

So he took the first two steps, one foot on Roland's left half of the body.

Roland is now an earth element, the hardness is not high, and half of his body is directly shattered.

Then the golem wanted to step on the right half of Roland's body again.

At this moment, the sand grains on the ground suddenly squeaked up, directly smearing one side of the Wisdom Golem, and also formed a large piece of sand.

Golems do not see things with sight, but with mental power.

It is impossible for normal sand and dust to interfere with his 'sight'.

But these dusts were also lifted up by Roland with magic power, and they contained a lot of spiritual power.

Therefore, in the eyes of the golem, these dusts are actually like balls of cotton. Although they are not lethal, they can hinder their sight.

As soon as he couldn't see it, he subconsciously took a step back.

At this moment, a little dwarf who was less than twelve meters suddenly came out of the dust and rushed to the front of the golem.

The huge golem was overturned directly to the ground by the small stone statuette, raising a huge cloud of dust.

Then the little man turned around and ran. Although he was never as big as before, he ran very fast and rushed to the front of the player's phalanx in less than a while.

He threw a few dimensional anchor scrolls backwards, limiting the golem's ability to teleport in space.

At the same time, Roland shouted loudly: "Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw, I don't have much magic power."

The players reacted immediately and ran after Roland.

It was obviously a retreat of 4,000 people, but in the process of leaving, it was quite orderly and disciplined.

The formation still holds up well.

In this case, if other troops saw it, they would not dare to chase and kill them at will.

They were well aware that such an orderly retreat was too rare on the battlefield.

There must be a large number of elite soldiers in the team to stabilize the morale of the army and issue orders, so that it can be barely achieved.

Roland rushed outside the station and dispersed the stone statue incarnation.

Just after entering, the bald Wright of the Hunting Little Fat Guild rushed up. He grabbed Roland's hands and shook it vigorously, his eyes full of enthusiasm: "Brother, eldest, eldest brother... Please, cooperate with me. , we'll make an alien version of Ooman vs. Gullit."

Roland: ? ? ?

It took more than four minutes for the guild masters next to him to calm down the chubby cat.

Sitting in front of the round table, Wright coughed softly: "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now, and I confessed that my hobby is special dramas, you can laugh if you like."

No one laughed.

All the adults present were very precise about when to laugh and when not to laugh.

Besides, it's not a big deal to be crazy about special dramas. Who doesn't have any hobbies?

Seeing that no one was laughing at himself, Wright was relieved, and he continued: "We also saw the situation just now, the Wisdom Golem has weaknesses, then Mr. Roland, in the process of fighting the golem, you found out what?"

"Well, if you have to say it, it just doesn't feel right!"

Everyone's face is confused, this beating and being beaten, is there any way to say that?

"How to describe it?" Roland thought about it for a while and explained, "It's like, you want to eat fried peanuts, but you get sun-dried peanuts?"

Everyone was speechless, and Wright asked, "How do you describe... Is there any difference between them?"

"The first one is dry, hard and delicious. The other one is dry and hard, but it still feels a little soft when you bite into it."

With such an explanation, everyone understood.

What Roland means is that this golem still has some 'water' content, which is not enough for dry goods.

That is to say, the materials for making this golem may have hidden dangers and defects.

"We can slowly grind this golem to death. I found that he has no automatic repair technology! At that time, I will focus on output, and you will rub blood."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"I understand." Light nodded: "We will make catapults... We will leave this to our Fat Cat Guild, and we will show them what is called long-range fire coverage. It is covered in white marks. Slowly drain its blood."

A guild leader asked, "Then what can the rest of us do?"

"At night, organize people to patrol, I suspect that someone will come to steal the house!"

The expressions of the presidents of the public guilds are quite interesting.

Surprised, or in disbelief.

There was even a faint sneer on his face.

"They didn't dare to come out at all." The guild leader said with a smile: "The white maggot warlock is too deterrent. Besides, what if they stole our station? We can't change our base."

Roland spread his hands: "But a large number of players may be sacrificed needlessly because of this, lose a lot of experience points, or be downgraded. So is it not good to prepare in advance?"

"Boss Roland, you are a lone wolf player. You don't know what it's like to manage a guild for a few hundred points. Orders are not random. Everything must be decided for a proper reason." The guild leader continued. : "And what if they steal their home? We may not have the strength to fight."

Feeling the other party's faint hostility, Roland shrugged nonchalantly.

Good words do not persuade to the dead.

He just made a suggestion, whether the other party accepts it or not, that's their business.

"So what are our odds?" asked the fat kitten.

Roland thought for a while: "I think it's 100%. The mission is just to let us destroy the space magic tower, and there is no time limit. If ten days is not enough, we will only be half a year. I don't think the space magic tower can fight us for a long time."

The guild leader everyone laughed.

I think Roland is quite reasonable.

Of course, that's all, few players are willing to spend the first half of the year with a space magic tower.

The task is naturally the sooner the better.

Roland thought for a while and asked, "By the way, when I read the battle report before, I saw that you have already transferred most of the cat people out. Is there Maro Martha in it?"

"What do you want to do?" A certain guild leader was still laughing just now, but his face changed immediately: "Maro belongs to all of us, not you?"

Roland showed a puzzled expression.

Someone next to him immediately explained: "This person is a serious cat slave and especially likes black cats, so you understand."

Oh I got it.

understand understanding.

Roland's first girlfriend was also a heavy cat lover, and he understood how obsessed these people were with cats.

So he finally understood why this player was hostile to him just now.

The relationship turned out to be 'cat jealousy'.

"Maro Martha took her clansmen back for more than 30 kilometers, and found a small oasis to live in." The female guild player next to them explained: "If you want to find them, just go directly to the north. You can fly anyway, and you should be there soon."

Roland nodded and left the headquarters.

After he left, there was a heated discussion in the headquarters, and the issue of whether to organize a large number of people to patrol and guard was put on the agenda.

And Roland flew in the air and quickly found the oasis where Maro Martha was.

After he descended, he saw the cat people in the oasis, idly near the oasis, sleeping on the sand with the sand sun.

It was really too hot, so I rolled a few times and rolled into the shade for a while.

Maro Martha leaned against the tree trunk and yawned.

From time to time she 'combs' her face with her hands.

When the cat people are in a confused state, they will unconsciously do some cat actions that are deeply engraved in their DNA.

Now the cat people are living a good life, even if they stay here in the oasis, they have something to eat.

The Sons of Gold organized a large amount of living materials to be donated to them.

It's no problem to let the whole cat people live for two or three months.

When Roland landed, the undisguised magic fluctuations made Maro Martha jump up.

But after seeing that it was Roland, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She waited for Roland to land in front of her and smiled, "Long time no see, Your Excellency Roland."

"It's been a while." Roland responded with a smile.

"You came here specifically to find me?"

Maro Martha and Roland have been together for a while, and briefly he is a person who doesn't like to be around the corner, so she directly asks the other party's intentions, and doesn't say so many silly things.

"Yes." Roland nodded: "Marilyn misses you very much and worries about you. She asked if you would like to live with her in the Red Magic Tower."

"I think about it." Maro Martha's face was full of helplessness, she looked at the cat people around her: "But I have to be responsible for them."

This is true.

Roland looked at the nearby cat people lazily basking in the sun.

Looking at the cat people now, it is very quiet, but this race is so curious that it can make itself a minority. It is estimated that the cat people are the only one in this world.

Like now, there are a few cat people who no longer want to sleep, but look at Roland and Maro Martha with curious eyes.

"That's a pity." Roland sighed and shook his head.

"If they have a safe place to live..." The cat people's eyes suddenly lit up: "Roland, didn't you say last time that your friend is building a city? A city dominated by the Son of Gold, our cat people Can you move in?"