Mages Are Too OP

Then, Green teleported out of here.

Another legendary mage also gave Roland a vicious look and immediately teleported away.

In the case that Roland cannot be restrained, there is not much point in fighting Roland.

The elemental incarnation is too disgusting and consumes invincible.

Moreover, they knew that Roland had a special way to replenish the magic, and even if he used the big cracking technique to temporarily remove the magic power from his body and the surrounding area, it would not have much effect.

After all, the elder also used the big cracking technique to deal with Roland, but it was of little significance, because the latter could be resurrected, and he still blew himself up and killed Opepeng when he was surrounded by six people and had no way to retreat.

These two legendary mages were quite afraid of this person's "madness".

Five people couldn't take him down before, but now there are only two... It's almost a dream to deal with Roland.

Very simple logical relationship, so the two left without hesitation.

They also have a backup plan that they didn't want to use.

Seeing the two legendary mages leave one after another, Roland was also relieved.

In fact, he even broke through more than 30 layers of enchantment, and his own spiritual power was almost bottomed out.

Of course, there is still the strength to become an elemental incarnation, but it is easy to lose control when you become an elemental incarnation when your mental strength is exhausted.

Like when he first became an elemental incarnation, there was a brief runaway phenomenon.

The spirit and soul cannot control such a powerful 'body'.

The elemental incarnation after the rampage, if you accidentally enter the station, it is estimated that even the players will start to kill.

If you don't get it right, it will become a red name.

This is still not good.

Roland looked around, he flicked his fingers, the ground cracked a hole, then jumped in, closed the ground, and began to rest.

Whether it is good or bad, he is temporarily out of control of the battle situation at the player's station.

The exhaustion of mental power is not the exhaustion of magic power. There is no way to replenish it for the time being, so we can only rest slowly.

Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and quickly found the live broadcast of the station.

The players inside the station have almost been 'cleared' by the space magic tower, and only a small number of players are still escaping desperately, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy, gritted their teeth and insisted.

These are not high-sensitivity hunters, or thieves or killers who are good at using crossbows.

If they actually want to escape, they can escape.

But they just don't want to escape, they just want to put a dark arrow in the distance to disgust each other.

In fact, the people in the Space Magic Tower were also disgusted by them.

It is now a guerrilla street battle, and the Wisdom Golem has little effect in this environment.

In the open environment, facing a large number of enemies, it can take a lot of life with a punch and a kick.

But in this 'city' with buildings everywhere, its tall body has become a disadvantage.

It has become a bit difficult to hit an enemy who is quite 'insignificant' to him.

And these remaining players, with less than 100 players, are the super fighting elites among the more than 4,000 players.

Has an amazing sense of smell for skirmishes.

After releasing an arrow, it immediately moved quickly, and the way of walking was quite strange, and there was no trace at all.

Under their restraint and harassment, more than 200 space tower magicians were struggling to cope, and more than 30 people have been shot by arrows.

And these arrows are all coated with poison.

Although a lot of people can detoxify, they can also heal.

The injured can be treated quickly, but temporary weakness cannot be avoided.

On the battlefield, I am most afraid of comrades who are injured and cannot move.

Because of such an injured person, at least two teammates are needed to take care of him.

Therefore, more than 30 people were injured, and more than 60 mages were needed for help. This time, the combat power of more than 200 mages was reduced to about half.

Damn it!

The legendary mage Palos mixed in the crowd was extremely angry.

Obviously they succeeded in the night attack, obviously they won a huge victory.

But why is the current situation, they are in a hard fight!

And the situation is getting more and more dangerous.

He looked left and right with a gloomy face, and then screamed from his left side, and another mage was shot in the waist and kidney.

The injured person covered the wound, black blood flowed out, and soon a large piece of clothing was blackened.

Immediately someone came up to treat the injured, and by the way, help him down the arrow.

Black arrow body, blue arrow edge!

It also has a subtle white magic texture on it.

Break the magic arrow!

Even used this stuff.

"What the hell are we fighting?" Pylos felt a little cold, and he muttered to himself: "We have fought so hard even for the five thousand golden sons, and we are in a land without demons. We can face hundreds of millions, Or even an attack by the sons of billions of gold?"

The more he thought about it, the colder he felt.

At this time, a companion descended from the sky, Green. He walked to Pylos' face, and said with a distorted face: "We failed, let's retreat first."

"Why did it fail?" Pylos asked in confusion.

"Roland has an amazing learning ability." Green's face was extremely envious and jealous: "He was able to parse the magic of dungeon as a prison in a few minutes, and found a way to destroy it."

"Are you kidding me?" Pylos roared with wide eyes, "That's fifth-order magic. Even us, it takes a certain amount of time to learn. Roland can actually analyze a fifth-order magic in battle. He is the goddess of magic. illegitimate child?"

"You ask me, who do I ask."

Green's expression is bitter, and they can become legends, which shows that they are also very talented people. But now, a real genius who is much more powerful than them has appeared in front of them, and it is still a hostile relationship. It is no wonder that they are all sour.

"If you failed to solve Roland, things became difficult to handle." Palos looked at the group of magicians whose morale had been greatly reduced: "We should withdraw."

Only at this time did Green realize that the loss of their magician group seemed to be a bit serious: "How come it's like this?"

"The son of gold is not afraid of death." Pylos' face was illuminated by the magic light in the distance, bright and dark, colorful: "It is even worse than the madmen in the demon world, compared with them, the creatures in the demon world are not even a fart. superior."

Greene had a puzzled face.

"You didn't fight them head-on, and you just watched them fight golems on the city wall before, so you don't have an intuitive impression." Palos looked up at the black sky: "Only those who have fought them head-on will understand this. Terrible people."

"We obviously have an advantage, why do you have this idea?" Green reprimanded: "You are an elder and a mentor, and even you are like this, no wonder they are demoralized."

It seems that he wanted to prove what Pylos said. When a thief player was flying over the eaves, he did not step on it firmly and accidentally fell from the roof.

Although he didn't fall to his death, he broke his legs and was crawling on the ground.

A group of mages rushed over immediately and surrounded him.

Staring at him with burning eyes.

In the eyes of the space tower magicians, even if the golden son was surrounded, he was not afraid.

He even smiled slightly: "As long as there is a haystack on the ground, I will not fall so badly."

Looking at his smile, the originally aggressive Space Tower magicians all felt their scalps numb, and even felt a little terrified.

This golden son fell miserably, how miserable was it?

The bones of both calves protruded from the kneecaps, and there were strands of torn flesh on the sharp stubble.

The Son of Gold's face was very pale, pale.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, he propped his upper body up with his hands and sat down on the ground.

"I'm a little scared of the word suicide, friends, can you give me a treat!"

Saying that, he took the initiative to hand over his short blade.

The green light on the short blade was faint, and it was obviously poisonous.

Then he laughed again.

A mouth, a group of blood foam poured out of his mouth.

Wanting to fall from a height, not only broke his feet, but also smashed his heart and lungs, but because of the strong vitality of the professional, this dragged him and did not die.

It is estimated that it will last at least ten minutes to half an hour.

A group of space magicians surrounding him retreated in unison.

madman!

Why is it so badly injured that you can still laugh.

Even if it can be resurrected, the pain before death should not be tolerated by ordinary people, right?

"Don't you dare?" The golden son's voice became hoarse, which was a sign that the lungs were starting to not supply oxygen: "You son of a bitch, you still have to do it yourself."

After he finished speaking, the golden prince held the short blade upside down and stabbed his left eye with force.

Park Chi.

The short blades of about fifteen centimeters were almost completely submerged in the pupils.

A stream of blood spurted out of his eyes.

More than a dozen space magicians took another step back.

Someone's body began to tremble.

Even so, the golden son still didn't really die, he still had the spare strength, grabbed the short blade and twisted it hard.

The blade twisted his pupils and brain into pulp.

Another bloody arrow spewed out, and at the same time it brought out a small half of the broken eyeballs and a large number of white brain flowers.

At this time, the golden son really died.

His body leaned back and fell heavily on the ground.

Until now, a strange smile remained on the corner of his mouth.

One corner of the mouth is raised, like a √.

In arrogance, with disgusting pride.

"See, this is the enemy we face." Pylos said weakly: "Even if they are weak, we can't really defeat them. Moreover, they will be resurrected soon, and they will come to us again, You may not be afraid, but what about them?"

Palos pointed to the surrounding space tower magicians.

Green was also trembling in his heart. After all, the actions of the golden son were too terrifying and disgusting.

"Then retreat." Green gritted his teeth and said: "Let's retreat to Tebel City first, there is a defensive magic array, they can't do anything about us for the time being."

At this time, Palos suddenly looked around, and he smiled bitterly: "It seems that it is too late."

I don't know when, in the dark night sky outside the station, many figures appeared, and they surrounded the entire station.

Moreover, they have clearly laid out their formation.

"Our plan was wrong from the beginning." Palos laughed, as if with some despair: "These golden children are not afraid of pain, nor are they afraid of death, we kill them a hundred times, and they will all be reborn. Stand up and find another opportunity to liquidate us."