Mages Are Too OP

Maro Martha is now very fond of the Golden Sons group.

All of them are professionals and speak nicely.

And in the face of the cat people, this powerful group is actually willing to let go of their bodies and play and live with them.

Even... I don't know if it was my own delusion, Maro Martha felt that some golden sons put themselves in the position of slaves.

Simply incredible.

It's unlikely.

She felt that most of these cat people were weak and incompetent. It was because they couldn't stand the cat people's character, which obviously had no strength, but had to be involved in everything, and almost all the orcs were crowding out the cat people.

It's hard to find the space that the magic tower is willing to take in.

But... it is more about exploiting and squeezing these two properties.

It has been hundreds of years since the cat people attached to the space magic tower.

But the overall population has hardly changed.

It's not that cat people have low fertility. On the contrary, the fertility rate of cat people is actually quite high.

An average of three babies are born.

Although newborn cat people are small, much smaller than human fetuses, they are easier to feed than human babies.

As long as there is a little milk, it can grow like crazy.

But even so, the total population of cat people has not grown, which is very telling.

The cat people can survive in the Space Fata, but they cannot develop.

So Maro Martha has been seeking change.

Her scout talent is extremely rare in the clan, but in order to change, she took the initiative to become a space magician.

As for the group of Golden Sons, since Roland began to contact them, they have been living together with a large number of Golden Sons for a few days, and have a preliminary understanding of them.

This is a very strange group of people who are stupid and naive on the surface, but are actually very smart inside, and at the same time have a very "bottom line".

Although the cat people have some ideas that conflict with the son of gold, most of the ones who give in are the son of gold.

And they always like to say things like 'seeking common ground while reserving differences', 'common development' and 'harmonious life'.

This impressed Maro Martha's.

She has a kind of... This is how the main race should have a sense of pride.

Even she already had the idea of ​​letting the whole clan follow the Son of Gold, otherwise she would not help convince the clan to come to the station.

After you come, you have to find a place to stay.

Preferably one that can live permanently.

Maro Martha is one of the rare cats who can have a "vision" among the cat people.

Of course, due to the relationship between knowledge and knowledge, in fact, there is not much "vision", but it is a lot better than most cat people who are lazy, just look at the front, and can live a day.

This is thanks to her becoming a magician and reading a few more books.

Before in the oasis, she had been thinking about how to develop her own race after following the Son of Gold, and to seek the development of the cat people without harming the interests of the Son of Gold group.

At first there was no clue.

But after seeing Roland, she suddenly remembered that she had chatted with the sons of gold before, and also listened to the children of gold chatting.

When these people talk about things, they almost never shy away from their cat people.

So she collected a lot of information.

For example, about Roland, there are also some things about his friends.

After seeing him, Maro Martha suddenly had this idea.

Bring the cat people to the human world and become a sub-race of the Golden Sons.

Since then, he has left the orc world.

A world like the Orcs that only talks about the size of a fist and has no benevolence, righteousness and kindness.

"Roland, let us all the cat people move to your friend's wetland city."

After she said her request, her eyes widened and she looked at the man in front of her with anticipation.

Roland was stunned for a moment. He turned his head to look at the nearby cat people, thought for a while, and said, "I think this is a good idea, but I have to contact my friends. After all, he is the city owner."

"I understand." Maro Martha took the initiative to pull Roland's hand, and her small and smooth palms gently held his fingers: "I hope you can help us say good things, okay?"

"It should be." Roland smiled and said, "But I think, even if I don't say much, your cat people should be able to settle in Wetland City."

"But it's up to you, I think the success rate will be much higher." Maro Martha's tail is upturned, and the end is rolled around: "Please, whether it is successful or not, I will be grateful to you."

"It's really not necessary." Roland pulled his hand out of Maro Martha's palm: "Wait a minute, I'll contact him."

"Uh-huh."

Maro Martha nodded again and again, then stood aside and waited patiently.

Roland is @Beta in the guild chat system.

Roland: Beta, there is a cat people, about 10,000 people, want to join the wetland city, would you accept it?

Soon Beta replied: Is it the cat people I know? Human creatures with cat ears and tails?

Roland: Yes.

Beta: Accept, of course. How much do I charge. Where are they now, I sent a small force to pick them up. Protection along the way.

Roland: On the side of the Space Magic Tower, across the sea.

Beta: It's a little tricky. It's too far. In case of a shipwreck by boat, every time a cat person dies, it will make people feel distressed. Brother Roland, what can you do?

Roland: It's true, let me think about it.

Withdrawing from the guild chat system, Roland had a heavy expression on his face.

Maro Martha saw that his expression was not very good, and her heart was half cold.

She couldn't help asking, "Is your friend unwilling?"

"Of course he is willing, and he is very welcome." Roland explained: "It's the question of how you cat people get to the Wetland City, after all, Hollevin is on the other side of the sea."

Hearing that this was the problem, Maro Martha breathed a sigh of relief: "This is not a problem, we can build a boat over it."

"But the sea is prone to storms and accidents."

"There will be no accidents in life." Maro Martha kidnapped her short hair by her ears, and her petite body exudes a strange aura unique to exotic creatures: "As long as half of our cats can go there, it will be a big one. victory."

"But we don't think so." Roland thought for a while and said, "Maybe I have a way. But this has to be done after breaking the space magic tower."

Maro Martha looked at the clansmen around her, the future seemed to be on the line, she smiled happily: "We can wait. By the way, Roland, you took care of me a lot before, and now you have helped me solve such a big problem. A problem, and I have nothing in return. So... let me cook you a barbecue that is unique to our cat people."

Roland is full of doubts, is the way the cat people thank people for food?

It's peculiar!

He was curious about the special barbecue of the cat people, so he stayed.

As a result, Maro Martha did not prepare the barbecue until evening.

When the prepared barbecue was served, Roland's face was all green.

Hanging on the barbecue skewers is a skinned mouse that has been burnt to golden brown.

"Haha...it looks delicious..."

Roland's cheeks were twitching, and he regretted why he was so curious.

After all, cat people have the habit of cats, and it seems normal to like to eat mice.

"It's not a mouse, it's a field mouse." Maro Martha smiled happily. She liked to see Roland, who obviously didn't dare to eat, but had to pretend to be uncomfortable.

Although they are from the South, Roland's generation was well-fed and well-fed when they were young, so they never ate anything like voles, but most of the southern Xinjiang people who were a few years older had eaten voles.

The voles are edible, and the soup tastes quite good.

"Here." Maro Martha put a rat skewer in Roland's hand: "Try it, it's really delicious."

Looking at the mouse on the wooden sign, Roland swallowed. He was about to hesitate whether he should eat this thing, but suddenly there was a sound of explosion in the distance.

Roland and Maro Martha looked at the direction where the voice came from at the same time.

Then he saw a cloud of black smoke rising up.

"It's at the station." Roland put the skewer in Maro Martha's hand: "It seems that something happened, I'll go and help."

Then he flew away, even a little like running away.

Maro Martha burst out laughing.

She ate the rat skewer in her hand with small mouthfuls, and her expression was quite happy.

Under the rapid flight of the human cannon, Roland quickly came to the top of the station.

As soon as this stopped, I saw that in the night, the huge golem was pushing down the tall city wall of the station with both hands.

The resident shouted and killed again and again.

And behind the golem, followed by at least two hundred space magicians.

Roland just appeared, and more than a dozen dimensional anchors appeared around him, directly 'solidifying' the space around him.

Under the influence of the dimensional anchor, the space bubble cannot be used, and he is temporarily unable to fly.

Then more than a hundred ballistic magic shot at him.

It looked like more than 200 fireworks were chasing him away.

"Sure enough, they attacked the station."

Roland murmured and immediately released the floatation technique.

He fell down, and when he was still more than ten meters away from the ground, he immediately used the levitation technique on himself again.

The weight became about the same as a feather, and Roland lightly landed on the sand. Just as he was about to launch an attack, he suddenly shot several ice cones towards him.

The speed was unbelievably fast, and it hit his magic shield directly.

Because he was still in the state of the floating technique at this time, and his weight was extremely fast, these ice vertebrae hit the magic shield and directly flew him nearly 30 meters, and then he lost its impact.

Roland stood firm on the sand again, and he looked at the person who just cast the spell.

An old man disguised the fluctuations of magic power and turned into a master-level appearance, hiding among those ordinary magicians.

If he hadn't attacked, Roland would never have discovered the legend.

This old man, Roland, had met. Although he didn't know the name, Roland had met him in the previous battle.

Know how strong he is.

With one hit, the legendary old man flew out of the array and landed in front of Roland.

Then another old man came out and flew before Roland.

The two blocked Roland's way.

"You two defeated generals, how dare you stand in front of me?" Roland said with a smile: "Without your great elder who can use the big cracking technique, the two of you are not my opponents."

"We don't need to kill you." Green was wearing a gray robe, and he put his hands in his sleeves: "This time we only need to block you for half an hour."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "I suspect you can't stop it for half an hour."

Having said that, he is going to take out the magic cube from the system backpack to replenish his blue and prepare for the incarnation of elements.

Then at this moment, the two legendary old men took out the scrolls at the same time.

Shredded expressionlessly.

A translucent circular barrier envelops Roland.

Then the two kept tearing the scrolls, and the enchantment came down one after another.

The transparent barrier gradually thickened, and the originally transparent and clear barrier layer gradually became blurred as the thickness increased.

Each of the two legends brought at least 20 scrolls. After using them, Roland could barely see his appearance in the enchantment.

Although the elders of the Space Magic Tower are not very good at fighting, they are researchers after all.

This kind of defensive barrier is called the magic of drawing the ground into a prison, self-protection and isolation from external damage.

When the scrolls were used up, the two legends still didn't feel much at ease. They immediately began to cast spells and used their own magic to strengthen the defensive barrier again. It seemed that Roland would be locked in it for a long time.

Inside the barrier, Roland tapped on the thick layer of the barrier, and he was extremely speechless.

"Is it necessary?" Roland sighed: "I'm just a little shrimp, is it really necessary to use such exaggerated means to deal with me?"

Roland actually knew that whether it was necessary or not was not up to him, but what others thought.

After the two legends cast their spells more than 20 times each, it stopped.

At this time, the defensive barrier has turned bright yellow. Just by looking at the shape and color outside, you can see the defensive ability of this barrier.

In the station, most players were in a mess at this time.

The attack on the Space Magic Tower started in the evening, and the Wisdom Golem took the lead, charging ahead, attracting most of the Golden Son's attacks.

Then more than 200 mages followed, and they started attacking with spells, bombarding them violently, showing no mercy at all.

In fact, they have already ruthless the group of Golden Sons, because until now, they feel that their breath still stinks of disgusting stool.

In the headquarters, bald Wright and a group of commanders ran out.

They looked at the Wisdom Golem that had torn down half of the city wall, and they were all in a daze.

"It stands to reason that the boss should stay in one place and wait for us to brush it?" Wright was quite good: "Why did the Wisdom Golem come to the door by himself, and he also brought hundreds of oil bottles."

As he spoke, he suddenly saw the Wisdom Golem turn its head.

Two huge red beams shot out of his eyes, shining directly at Wright.

In just an instant, Wright and the officers around him turned into ashes.

And two red lights continued to shine back and forth in the station.

After a while, at least 600 people became ashes.

Then the Wisdom Golem walked into the city, trampling down and smashing all the buildings it could see.

And two hundred space mages followed closely.

Their hands radiated red and green light, small fireballs, curses, magic missiles and other killing magic, overwhelming the surrounding players.