Mages Are Too OP

The days of studying magic are very happy, and in the blink of an eye, another three months have passed.

On this day, Roland had just escaped from Andonara's gentle offensive in the game. He lay on the back of his chair with a blank mind and recovered his physical strength.

Now Andonara already knows how to drain Roland faster and more efficiently.

After all, Roland's XP and her sensitive points are fully understood.

Therefore, Roland had no intention to think about other women's affairs at all.

Of course, Vivienne will join the battle between the two from time to time to strengthen Andonara's combat effectiveness in disguise.

This made Roland in a state of peace of mind most of the time.

Even seeing Nia with such a perfect figure and an angel with a beautiful face, she didn't have any thoughts in that regard.

Because most of the time, Roland was in a state of sage without joy and sorrow.

Only study magic.

Just like now.

After finally recovering from the ethereal sage state, Roland continued to study magic.

He also wanted to study the virtual godhead, but he had already read the contents of the manual, and even finished practicing, and now the progress has been stuck.

What to do next, Roland has no main direction.

He can only make the most basic and simple estimates.

To make an analogy... to increase the number of beliefs.

But Roland will not do this test for the time being.

Because of Nia's reaction before, he was a little worried.

This is the virtual godhead, and the number of believers is only '1'.

If the number of believers is more, and the virtual godhead is more powerful, will she find out?

What happens when she finds out?

Will you be a threat to yourself?

These factors have to be taken into account.

So Roland is not in a hurry to push up the ability of the virtual godhead, at least until he reaches the legendary level and takes the expertise of the first law level.

He tried to do it at noon, and when he was about to take a break, he saw someone @himself in the chat room of the guild system.

Now everyone in the F6 guild has their own things to do, gathering less and leaving more, there is nothing important, and generally they do not contact.

So he immediately opened the guild chat room.

Beta: Brother Roland, there is a very beautiful girl who claims to be a member of the wolf clan. She is asking about you everywhere in Wetland City. Is it your relationship? Could it be the mistress you raised outside, should I drive her away?

Roland: Go away, no, I'll go look for her right away.

Beta: In such a hurry, why don't you say no?

Roland: Whatever you think.

Beta: If not, please introduce it to me, I love her.

Roland: Get out!

Beta: Oh, it's revealing.

Roland snorted, closed the guild chat room, and went to Andonara, saying that he was going to Wetland City.

At this time, Andonara was drinking afternoon tea, and there were three of the city lord's wife, mother and daughter, Nia.

Hearing Roland's words, Andonara smiled and said, "Come back quickly."

At this time, Nia suddenly jumped up, and she took Roland's hand: "Wait, I'm going too!"

She has been craving for the food in Wetland City for a long time, and wants to eat it again.

Although Andonara's cooking skills have suddenly improved a lot recently, but she knows too few varieties, and after eating for a few months, Nia is also a little tired.

Roland looked at her, thinking about it.

The Winter Wolf Holy Maiden is looking for herself, mostly for the sake of the lich. If there is still a need to fight, then Nia can be regarded as a powerful fighting force.

Angels... I don't like Liches the most.

However, without waiting for Roland to agree, Andonara standing next to her slowly stood up, she smiled and pressed Nia's shoulder, squinting and smiling: "Nia, I'm very lonely at home, can you stay? Come down with me."

Nia looked at Andonara's smiling expression. For some reason, she always felt a little chill down her spine.

"But, mother asked me to follow him..." Nia said timidly.

"It's okay, Roland will be back soon." Andonara's squinted eyes opened slightly, and in the slightly exposed pupils, there was cold resentment: "You're gone, I'm really lonely of."

The city lord's wife, mother and daughter, looked out at the same time, looking over the manor's fence, as if there were beautiful flowers growing there.

"But..." Nia still wanted to struggle.

But Andonara's hand, like a giant pincer, pressed Nia's shoulder firmly.

As an angel, Nia has a strong fighting power, but she can't move at this time.

To be honest, the current Andonara's combat power is already the peak that can be brought to the human body in the main plane.

Except for Winter Wolf, Water God, and World Tree, there is no match for them.

Even the Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf is at best tied with her.

Even if Roland threw a large nuclear bomb, it wouldn't kill Andonara.

After all, she was too fast.

At the moment of the explosion, it can turn into a phoenix and escape.

As long as she flew fast enough, the explosion couldn't catch up to her.

Moreover, her defense is very strong, and she has stronger resistance to high temperature.

Of course, if you are confined to live in place and cannot move, that is another story.

With a strength like her level, let alone Nia with her wings sealed, even if her wings are still there, Andonara might be able to break her wings for Roland's sake.

Nia looked at Andonara's smiling eyes and swallowed subconsciously: "Okay, okay."

Andonara's astonishing pressure disappeared all of a sudden, she took Nia's hand and sat down, smiling gently: "This is my good friend, by the way, I was with Roland recently. Learned a pasta cooking unique to their golden son race, called knife-cut noodles... I'll make it for you, okay?"

Nia subconsciously swallowed her saliva and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay."

Then Andonara said to Roland with a smile: "Dear, go and come back quickly."

How could Roland not understand what happened just now, he shook his head helplessly, smiled, and then teleported away.

After the magic light and shadow disappeared, the city lord's wife looked at Andonara with admiration: "Anna, your husband's technique is really powerful."

Andonara smiled silently.

Nia's mind was pure and she didn't know what was going on. She looked around and asked suspiciously, "What is the art of the husband."

"It's a way of cooking."

Oh!

Roland teleported to Wetland City, and after a little inquiries, he found the foothold of Saintess of Winter Wolf.

A rather 'cheap' hotel in Wetland City.

Players open their own hotels, with various styles of decoration and layout.

What light luxury style, what pastoral style, what Nordic and South American style, what oriental and West African native courtyard residence and so on!

In addition to the good style and beautiful furniture, it is also first-class clean and the service attitude is surprisingly good.

Hotel prices are surprisingly high compared to local game NPCs.

Ordinary people can't afford to live in this kind of place, and players won't go there, so they specifically pit those big businessmen, nobles, etc.

The Frostwolf clan has always been poor, so naturally they dare not waste money on a hotel run by such players.

So I found a cheap hotel run by an NPC in the game world.

Not to mention small and not very clean.

But to the people of the Winter Wolf clan, it was nothing.

When Roland found the Winter Wolf Saint, she and four men in white animal skin coats were sitting in the hotel yard, each holding a few skewers of barbecue and chewing slowly.

Chewing and crying.

Roland thought they were not used to spicy food.

The world's diet level is relatively backward, mainly salty and sweet flavors.

Very little spicy and sour food.

Especially the spiciness, barely there.

Mainly no they didn't find the right spicy seasoning.

But those foodies... or life players, just found out the spicy plants in the forest that tasted similar to peppers.

A large tree...its leaves have a moderately spicy flavor.

This tree grows in the old forest, and no one has named it. After all, there is no specialized biologist in this world to classify animals and plants.

So players affectionately call this tree the Spicy Tree.

It was also cultivated near Wetland City.

Normally, most people in this world are not used to spicy food.

When I first came into contact with spicy barbecue, I would cry while eating like this.

As a result, Roland went in, only to hear the Holy Maiden of Winter Wolf whispering: "It's delicious, it's expensive... It's delicious, it's expensive, woohoo!"

It was about money.

No way, when she came to Wetland City before, it was the big boss Roland who treated him.

Now that I buy it myself, it certainly feels different.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the Winter Wolf Saintess finished the string she was holding, and reluctantly put down the three strings in her left hand.

She knew very well that when she was talking with Roland, the three skewers of barbecue would definitely be eaten by her three clansmen.

Then he sucked his right hand a few times.

There's a bit of barbecue sauce in there.

If ordinary people lick their fingers like this, it will give people an unhygienic feeling.

But the Winter Wolf Saint woman was white and her lips were gorgeously red. When she licked it like this, there was a wet reflection on the tips of her snow-colored fingers, which gave an inexplicable feeling of astringency.

Finally, she stood in front of Roland and said, "I've been looking for you for several days, and I thought you were going to tear up the contract."

Roland waved his hand: "How is it possible!"

"Why is it impossible!" The Winter Wolf Saint Woman wrinkled her nose and said, "Five hundred gold coins. Lots, lots."

Uh... Roland suddenly realized that his current mentality had changed.

Money is hardly considered money anymore.

In the past three months, the magic temple has sent more gold coins each time, and now Roland is too lazy to count how much money is left in his vault.

Anyway, it piled up into a hill.

And this will continue to be the case in the future, with money being sent every month.

He has to sigh, the goddess of magic works in a grand manner.

Now doing magic experiments, he no longer thinks about money.

Instead, consider whether the thing can be bought with money.

"It's not very convenient to talk here, let's talk in the room." The Lady of Winter Wolf pointed to the hotel.

Roland shook his head: "No, go to my manor."

In Wetland City, Roland has a large piece of land, all given by Beta.

Most of them have crossed the magic association that they have established.

Then he built his own estate for the remaining third.

Then some people were invited to help take care of it, and Beatrice was also arranged to live here.

After all, Andonara doesn't seem to like her very much.

Back at the manor, Beatrice was very happy to hear that Roland was here.

She ignored the Saintess of Winter Wolf and was busy with her work, serving Roland like a servant.

Then she also showed the cooking skills she learned from the Son of Gold in Wetland City, and cooked three home-cooked dishes.

After doing these things, she stepped back and stopped disturbing Roland.

"Is this the lover you raised outside?" asked the Winter Wolf Holy Maiden.

Roland shook his head: "She is the wife of a friend of mine. When my friend died, I saw that she was really pitiful, so I took care of her temporarily."

The Winter Wolf Saint had an expression that I understood very well, and nodded again and again: "Yes, I've been inquiring about your news these days, and I have a little understanding of you. You are the kind of person who only likes wives, not wives or wives. Do it. Originally, I was a little worried that I would be targeted by you, but now I am not worried at all."

Roland sighed helplessly: "When did I become that kind of person? Believe it or not, I didn't touch her... Wait, I'll explain to you what these things are for, let's get down to business."

Saintess of Winter Wolf teased: "Haha, don't make the atmosphere so serious, we are also friends."

They are indeed friends...the kind that we meet honestly.

Roland recalled how the Winter Wolf Saint Maiden dressed in rope dress, it was indeed a rare work of art.

It's just that now he is still in the state of a sage, and there is no physiological reaction.

"So good friend, you are in a hurry to see me, is there any good news?" Roland ate the side dishes on the table and nodded with satisfaction.

Beatrice's craftsmanship is no worse than Andonara's.

The Holy Maiden of Winter Wolf also used a fork to skewer a piece of green vegetable and put it in her mouth to chew.

The more northerly people are, the more they like to eat green vegetables.

As she chewed, she said, "It's good news, we've turned over at least 20 lich camps, and smashed at least 30 lich containers, what they call holsters. Then we found a very Bad situation. Now the Lich's holster is getting stronger."

"Oh, what do you say?"

"It stands to reason that a lich can't do anything other than magic. Even if it has a certain melee combat ability, it won't be too outrageous."

Roland nodded.

"But have you ever seen a lich who sat on a horse and cast blizzard magic, summoned a large number of undead warriors, and then charged on horseback with a long spear without any magic power, and almost killed two warriors of our Tyrant Wolf clan?"

Roland shook his head.

Lancer, a special advanced occupation of cavalry.

Its core skill is a derivative skill of 'riding', which is called 'catching shrimps'.

About a year ago, finally a player inadvertently took up the position of Lancer.

Then I posted the effect video of the core skill "catching shrimps" to the forum.

Drifting on a horse... or drifting in the forest, the horse has rolled over 90 degrees, and can run very fast, while turning at a high altitude.

Terrible.

Then you can also see the evil taste of the plan.

The Winter Wolf Saint said: "This is not over, we have also seen a swordsman lich who can wield sword energy without magic power, a lich who can use a curved arrow, and a lich who can sprint and hide."

Roland was speechless when he heard this.

These Liches must have developed all the abilities of the player's corpse.

No wonder they want their own lives.

He has the two characteristics of magic power control and casting free materials. If the corpse is really taken by the lich, the result is really different.

"Then what's next?" Roland asked.

"It's annoying to always have to kill the holster." The Winter Wolf Saint said, "So let's find you and see if you have any way to locate the phylactery of the liches."