Mages Are Too OP

Roland's group is full of mages.

Of course, Roland and them are not far from each other. They chat occasionally, explain magic problems to the mage players in the group, and occasionally talk to them about color topics.

On the Internet, it is not bad to be able to maintain such a relationship.

Moreover, Roland taught them a lot of things, and in general, their recognition of Roland was quite high.

And O'Neal is different from Roland.

If Roland is only focused on the development of magic, then O'Neal is both magic learning and 'socializing' walking side by side.

It can be seen from the fact that he can pull such a large group of mages.

So it's totally okay for Roland to talk to him about things, and it's reasonable.

Seeing the question mark in O'Neal's reply, Roland continued to send a message: "There should be a large group of people in the group who can turn mud into stone, and the two spells of stone into mud."

O'Neal: "Yes, there are about 40 people who know this spell. This is all because of your relationship. During the game, you directly changed the terrain and blocked the girls in the poison circle, and you used these two These two spells open up underground space to hide, which played a great role in the early game. In addition, in the previous video, when you go out on a mission in the wild, you will definitely use these two spells to build a house and rest, so now these two spells have become It is one of the spells that players must learn."

Is it about yourself?

However, these two spells are really easy to use. Even if you don't try them yourself, Mage players will gradually discover the benefits of these two spells.

Roland continued to send messages: "Forty people should be enough, I want to ask them a favor! You are their group owner and future president, you should make them move."

O'Neal: "We are just like-minded partners. It doesn't make much sense whether we are the group owner or the president."

Roland smiled. As expected of a person with high IQ, his emotional quotient is not low. He said it perfectly.

Roland: "One of our F6 members got a territory, but this territory is now full of swamps, so I want to ask you for help to turn the swamps into mud. Of course, you won't be left in vain, when the cities in the territory are built After that, in the commercial area, I will find a ten-acre piece of land and give it to you."

After sending the message, there was silence for a while.

After about ten minutes, Roland received the message.

O'Neal: "When will it start!"

Roland: "You decide, the sooner the better."

O'Neal: "Tell me the location and we'll take over soon."

Roland smiled slightly: "The big wetland in the east of Feizhu Lasuo County."

O'Neal: "Got it, we'll meet in the game soon."

Then O'Neal's portrait went dark.

He felt a little bored.

Because now he rarely goes to the swordsmanship hall, the reason is very simple, Qi Shaoqiu is no longer his opponent.

However, he still occasionally goes there to practice with his friends, to help them 'improve', and to satisfy the bad taste of bullying their friends.

It's just that if you don't go to the Sword Art Museum, there's nothing to do during the day.

Posts on the forum can be swiped at any time, and the training of casting spells in reality has also encountered a bottleneck.

The mage's hand is already slightly larger than a normal person's palm, but its grip strength is less than 30 kilograms, which is far worse than in the game.

As for the small fireball, there is no problem with lighting a cigarette now, but the effective flight distance still cannot exceed five meters.

As if that's the limit of his own.

Roland was very upset.

He recently searched all the 'temples' and 'Taoist temples' in the county town, and he never saw the special energy ball that appeared at home last time.

In addition, he also went back to see the ancestral temple at home several times, and he still chose to go there when someone worshipped, but he still did not gain anything.

This made Roland particularly disappointed.

If it weren't for the fact that the virtual cabin was too big, it would be easy to be found by pulling it out of the house. Otherwise, he would have dragged the virtual cabin to travel around the country, looking for a famous temple to see if he could find something.

The more he stayed at home, the more bored he became. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Roland went downstairs, drove a shared bicycle on the street, and rode around on the street.

Then, at the corner of a street, I saw Jin Wenwen, who I hadn't seen for a long time, walking towards her with her head lowered, walking very slowly.

Roland saw her, but she didn't see Roland, as if she was very worried.

And her face looked pale.

Roland didn't like her at all, he turned around and left on a bicycle, too lazy to meet her.

He thought it was just a small episode, after all, it was a small county, the place was not big, and it was normal to encounter annoying ghosts occasionally.

As a result, Roland was wandering on the street until noon, and when he was about to go home for lunch, he ran into Jin Wenwen again.

At this time, Jin Wenwen was sitting on the cement stone steps by the side of the roadside shop, her face was extremely pale, even a little blue.

What's more, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief. The white handkerchief had been dyed red, and the end had even turned black.

She was coughing, and with every cough the handkerchief became redder.

She was already very weak, and she didn't look as sarcastic as before.

Surrounded by passers-by, uncles and aunts, some people had already called the emergency call, and they talked about making Jin Wenwen lean against the back wall to rest.

But no one dared to help her.

It's not that passersby have no sympathy. Several young people wanted to go up to help her, but they were stopped.

The more mature and prudent uncles and aunts are afraid that under the circumstance that the situation is unclear, they will cause more serious secondary harm to the patients if they help people and pull people indiscriminately.

Roland hesitated for a few seconds, then called Qi Shaoqiu.

"Roland, what's the matter?" Qi Shaoqiu's lazy tone of not caring about everything sounded.

"I saw Jin Wenwen here in Tianshui Street."

"It's none of my business where she is!" Qi Shaoqiu's voice became louder and began to appear impatient.

"She vomited blood and is in very bad condition."

"I'll let her die!" Qi Shaoqiu's tone became high, but then hesitant: "Wait, what did you just say? Is she in a bad condition?"

"Yes." Roland repeated what he said just now: "Although someone has already called the ambulance, it is estimated that the ambulance will come soon, but I think you have to let you know about this."

There was silence in the phone for a while, and Qi Shaoqiu's voice came from inside, with some urgency: "Send me your location, I'll come right away!"

Roland hung up the phone and sent the location of the place using the communication software.

Then he stood in the crowd and observed Jin Wenwen.

Although he didn't like this woman, he knew someone anyway.

Not to mention the need to step forward to guard and care, but stand by and watch, if something really happens, it should be helped when the time comes.

After all, he is Qi Shaoqiu's ex-girlfriend.

After all, she is also a person, and basic sympathy should be reserved for her.

It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive, and Qi Shaoqiu just arrived in a small pickup.

As soon as he parked the car in the parking space on the side of the road, he rushed over and just heard the doctor who examined Jin Wenwen shout, "There is a lot of bleeding in the upper esophagus, there is a strong murmur in the lungs, and the situation is critical. Are there any family members of the patient at the scene?"

"I am!" Qi Shaoqiu shouted and squeezed into the crowd.

Then his face changed from that light and cloudy to quite ugly.

"Hurry up and put the person on the stretcher." The emergency doctor urged: "Go to the car and get oxygen immediately."

Qi Shaoqiu said nothing and hugged Jin Wenwen, who was about to faint.

Jin Wenwen wanted to struggle, but unfortunately she had no strength, and then rolled her eyes and fainted.

Soon the ambulance screamed and drove away.

Roland rode his bicycle and slowly stepped in the direction of the hospital.

About half an hour later, Roland arrived at the hospital and found the emergency room.

Qi Shaoqiu stood against the white wall of the aisle outside the emergency room with a strange expression.

Seems a little annoyed and a little annoyed.

Roland walked over, leaned against the wall with him, and asked, "How's the situation?"

"It's being rescued inside, and the situation is quite bad." Qi Shaoqiu subconsciously touched his pocket, but he couldn't find the cigarette, and his expression became more and more irritable. He rubbed his brows for a while and said, "Thank you for letting me know."

"You're welcome, it should be done."

After hesitating for a while, Qi Shaoqiu said, "It's not quite right. Jin Wenwen is in good health. She was born in Sanda, and she is still practicing even now. Even if she has an acute illness, it is impossible to suddenly become like this."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "What did you find?"

"The doctor pushed her directly into the emergency room, so I didn't have to rush to observe her." Qi Shaoqiu looked around. At this time, there were only the two of them in the aisle. The other nurses and patients were walking further away. So he lowered his voice and said, "But I can tell that the blood she vomited is not the kind of black blood that is produced due to illness and weakness, but a 'living blood' that only occurs when a wound is torn and bleeding profusely. ."

Roland understood: "So, she was injured by someone!"

Jin Wenwen has a strong temperament, she speaks harshly and harshly, and being beaten doesn't seem to be a strange thing.

Qi Shaoqiu nodded: "Yes, that's what I think."

"And then, do you want to avenge her and fight back?" Roland asked with a smile.

Qi Shaoqiu laughed at himself and said, "How is it possible, I don't care about her affairs anymore. The reason why I stand here is just to fulfill the obligations of humanity that an acquaintance should fulfill."

"If that's the case, then I'll go first."

Qi Shaoqiu was shocked: "You just left?"

"Jin Wenwen is not me. In your words, helping her inform you is already a human obligation. Why should I stay here?"

Qi Shaoqiu said as a matter of course: "You really don't need to accompany Jin Wenwen, but you can accompany me. How can we say that we are all friends."

"Okay." Roland stayed.

Neither of the two men said much, but patiently waited for the results in the emergency room.

After waiting for a few minutes, two men, one old and one young, hurriedly approached the aisle outside.

The old man was bald and walked in the front, while the young man behind him was rebellious. Although he walked fast, he was obviously reluctant.

They walked to the emergency room and saw the name 'Jin Wenwen' written on it, and their expressions became ugly.

At first Roland thought the two were Jin Wenwen's relatives and friends.

But unexpectedly, the old man asked, "Are you Jin Wenwen's family?"

Um?

Roland's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the bald old man. There was a weak energy reaction on the top of his head!

It's similar to the one that Roland 'eats' in his ancestral hall.