Mages Are Too OP

Coming out of Beta's temporary home, Roland felt a little dizzy.

Although the alcohol content of the fruit cup is not high, drinking five cups in a row makes my eyes a little confused.

Before the city gate was closed, Roland came out of the city.

The sunset in the evening was pale golden. People came and went here at the city gate. Merchants and travelers were in a hurry. When someone entered the city, naturally there were also caravans going out of the city.

Where Roland walked, people would avoid it two or three meters in advance, and his magic robe was the best pass.

After exiting the city gate, Roland walked westward along the city wall for about half an hour, and finally saw the outer city dock of Delbon.

A big river is in front of you, and by the river, more than a dozen adobe houses have been built, and a group of people are shouting chanting, divided into several small groups, several people use ropes to pull a huge stone cake, and throw it. In the air, it hit the ground hard.

At the same time, there are many blue mage hands in midair, moving rammed earth.

Roland walked over and saw Hawk and Link on the left and right of the construction site, commanding at least a hundred workers.

Hawke's eyes are very sharp. Although he works very seriously, he still sees Roland's arrival in the corner of his eyes.

He first made a gesture to continue working, then trotted to Roland and said with a smile, "Why, you magic nerd is willing to come out of the magic tower?"

Roland looked at the hot construction site and exclaimed: "How many days have you built so many houses? Have you done similar work before?"

Hawke shrugged: "I graduated from the Department of Civil Engineering and worked as an intern on the construction site for a period of time. Although I am now doing a small business myself, I still have experience."

No wonder.

Hawke looked at the hands of the mage flying in the air and said, "But I really have to thank you. Although these magic apprentices only came for one day, they really helped a lot. Hundreds of kilograms, or even nearly two tons. Anything they can bring up.”

"Don't thank me, just give them more wages."

"It should be." Speaking of which, Hawke frowned and said, "But our gold coins are running out. Do you still have gold coins to sell to us?"

Roland nodded: "I haven't received the salary of the magic tower this month. At least the money for learning the specialties has not been received yet. It is estimated that other magician players have not found a learning place."

"It's fun to throw money at your statue." Hawke smiled, his expression obviously relaxed: "Anyway, if we have a few gold coins, we can support it for a while. By the way, you I'm here to call the magic apprentices back. I'll send them over tomorrow to help, I won't treat them badly."

Roland shook his head: "No."

Hawke's expression seemed a little puzzled: "that is?"

"Beta triggered a purple mission, which is a small copy!" After Roland finished speaking, he kept looking at Hawke's expression.

It was exactly as he expected.

Hawke was stunned for a while, and then exclaimed: "I'm X!"

"It's amazing, in fact, I admire his luck." Roland said helplessly: "It's been almost two months since I played this game, and he did all the missions I did several times."

"Damn it, Emperor Ou." Hawke said bitterly, and then his eyes lit up: "You came here to tell me about this, not to let me eat lemons, right?"

Looking at Hawke's slightly expectant expression, Roland nodded and said, "As you guessed, I want to invite you and Link to join our team, so we have four players."

"Thanks." Hawke patted Roland on the shoulder gratefully: "But my Link level is a bit low, only LV2, so don't dislike it."

"Of course not." Roland said indifferently: "The player won't really die, which is a huge advantage, and it's not certain that NPCs in this world can enter the dungeon."

"Don't you know if you try?" Hawke gestured to Link in the distance, and then continued: "We are only four of us anyway, how about recruiting one more NPC professional?"

Hawke's proposal was good, but Roland thought about it for a while, but still refused: "Forget it, it wouldn't be fun if an NPC dies in the dungeon."

"That's true."

"Does your Silver Wing Union have a healing profession near here?"

Hawke spread his hands: "Although I would also like to have people from my guild come over to experience the dungeon, I am sure that there are no people from our guild nearby."

"Then we can only recruit people on the forum. If we really can't recruit people, the four of us will go down. Anyway, we won't die. If we fail a few times, we can always find a way to the past. come back again."

Hawk laughed: "Our players have the biggest advantage in this."

"When someone is recruited, I will come back to inform you."

Roland patted Hawke on the shoulder and left.

He walked to Vivian's side and said, "For the past few days, you'd better stay outside the city and don't go back to the magic tower."

Vivienne saw Roland coming, only to see that he had been talking to Hawke, so she endured careful thinking and continued to work, without getting in front of Roland.

In fact, she had long wanted to go back to the Magic Tower. It wasn't that she felt tired of work, but she simply wanted to stay by Roland's side longer.

So now when she heard this, she was a little surprised and anxious: "What happened?"

"Some conflicts." Roland looked at the sunset that was about to go down the mountain, and smiled: "You'd better not get involved, or you will be in great trouble."

During this period of time, Roland has also read the detailed personal information of these magic apprentices.

Except for Vivian, who came from a small aristocratic family, everyone else was of commoner origin.

If they are full-fledged mages, they still have some ability to resist risks, but they are only 'some'.

I haven't seen Aldo, the official mage, and he is held by the general manager and can't move.

The best way to avoid being blown away by a hurricane is to stay out of the hurricane zone.

"Vice President, are you okay?" Vivian's eyes were full of worry.

"Don't worry." Roland comforted: "You also know my identity, and death is not a punishment for me. When the matter is over, I will call you back to the magic tower."

Vivian bit her lip unwillingly: "Okay."

After staying on the construction site for a while, Roland turned around and returned to the city when the sun hadn't set.

As soon as he entered the city, the soldiers closed the city gates.

The city gate was closed a bit late today. In fact, a team leader saw Roland walking back from the city wall, and issued the order to close the gate after more than ten minutes.

Back in the magic tower, Roland continued to deduce the mastery of language, and then after the game time was over, he climbed out of the virtual cabin and posted a recruitment post on the forum.

"Recruit a dungeon wastelander to heal."