Mages Are Too OP

Later, Roland felt that this idea was a bit ridiculous, how could there be gods in this world, this is just a game after all... Just thinking of this, he suddenly felt a contradiction.

If this is a game, it is normal to have gods, but these NPCs are definitely not as simple as game characters, so what is the meaning behind the appearance of gods? At first, Roland thought that it was possible that Penguin had acquired some kind of black technology.

But now, seeing the scene where the angel came just now, Roland felt that this thing was not as simple as black technology.

Or something else, something more unacceptable.

He sighed deeply, feeling that he was thinking too much.

It's just that this has become his habit. When encountering things, he always thinks for a while. It's hard to describe whether this habit is good or bad.

Because as long as it is thinking, it will waste time and occasionally fail to give timely feedback.

If you guess the inside story, it is easy to say, it is called smart and careful; if you guess wrong, you think too much and ask for trouble.

While thinking wildly, he stood in the shade of a tree beside the church and waited quietly.

After the people in the church remembered, they began to gradually leave. Roland has been observing their expressions, and found that this group of people really didn't feel that anything abnormal happened before.

Soon after, Beta ran up from the bottom of the mountain. He was sweating profusely, and when he saw Roland, he asked: "What happened just now, I saw a beam of light and a bird-like thing, Brother Roland, are you triggered? What mission?"

It turns out that Beta can also see it!

Maybe the players can see it?

Roland's thoughts couldn't help but spread out again. After a few seconds, he replied, "Falken's soul was taken away by an angel just now."

In Beta's surprised eyes, Roland told him the general story.

Beta also fell silent after hearing this.

Roland couldn't help but smile when he saw this. It's... another child who can 'think too much' just like himself.

"I always think this game is weird." After a while, Beta raised his head and looked at the blue sky above his head with a solemn expression.

Roland nodded in agreement.

Then the world turned into black and white, and today's game time came again.

Roland woke up from the virtual cabin, washed himself first, and then turned on the computer to surf the Internet.

He went to the forum first and found that the previous discussion about the magical power derived from the small fireball had gradually subsided, and the players began to discuss interesting things and new discoveries encountered in the game.

At the same time, there is a relatively hot topic that is widely discussed in the forum.

It has been two months since the game was launched, and many male players have tried to have negative distance contact with female NPCs.

In addition, there are very few female players, especially those with higher charm points, who can easily climb up to noble NPCs and get a lot of resources.

The big theme right now is whether to have a relationship with an NPC in the game is not considered to be out of bounds.

On this topic, Roland felt that there was no need to discuss it. The official website once issued an announcement, in order to ensure the physical and mental health of players, all players who can enter the game are all adults, and they have a set of reliable means to determine whether the virtual cabin user is an adult.

Since they are all adults, they naturally have the right to choose appropriately.

After watching the forum for a while, Roland didn't have much valuable information. After thinking about it, he uploaded the video he recorded before and started a title.

"Meet the Angel".

Then he left home, went to the street for breakfast, and then rode a shared bicycle to Sanda Hall.

Because it was morning, apart from the staff and coaches, there were only three guests practicing in the Sanda training hall.

Roland is the fourth.

The coach is instructing a heroic girl, while doing a demonstration, teaching her how to exert force when kicking. When he saw Roland coming, he threw the girl away, walked over and smiled: "You are the most diligent student I have ever met. For more than half a month, you have not been down every day, coming early and leaving late. "

"After all, I paid." Roland shrugged and smiled: "Besides, I'm currently unemployed, so I have to find something to do."

The coach is middle-aged, wearing a vest, and his muscles are not too exaggerated, but it gives people a very flexible feeling. It is definitely not the kind of dead muscles that are exaggerated and exaggerated. He walked aside, found two pairs of gloves, threw a pair of red gloves to Roland, put on a pair himself, and said, "You have stretched your muscles and bones for more than half a month, now you can try to start the official class. .But before that, I have to see your reaction speed and combat intuition."

Roland put on gloves and asked, "How to test, semi-actual combat?"

"You guessed it right."

While the coach was talking, he suddenly lunged forward and jabbed Roland's left eye with his right hand.

Then Roland took a step back and punched his fist directly.

"what?"

The coach was stunned for a moment, then directly raised his leg and made a sweeping motion.

But he was only halfway through this action. Roland stepped back in small steps and exited the coach's attack range at a very fast speed.

The coach's leg wasn't actually kicked out at all. He was just testing Roland's reaction nerves, not a real fight.

"Your reaction time is fast."

The coach dropped his hands, walked two steps in front of Roland, and said with a smile, "I guess it's..."

Bah!

After a crisp sound, Roland put his fists on his face and took three steps back with a slightly frightened expression on his face.

The coach's expression was even weirder. He retracted his right hand and shouted in surprise: "This can be reflected, it is definitely dynamic vision."

Anyone who is not blind can have dynamic vision. The dynamic vision mentioned by the coach refers to those who have very sensitive instantaneous response nerves.

Although the coach's fist was very fast, it didn't actually use much force.

Roland stood still, put down his hands, and said, "It was so sudden, it scared me a lot."

"Okay. I know how to teach you." The coach looked at Roland, tsk tsk admiration: "At such an old age, I have not exercised yet, and I can have this level of reaction speed. If I exercised since I was a child, it is estimated that You can fight for the Sanda champion. Also, I hate you talented players the most, so I decided that I won’t have to teach you in the future.”

After listening to Roland, he couldn't help laughing and crying: "Coach, this is blatant discrimination and suppression."

The coach laughed, and first explained the three easy-to-understand Sanda fights.

Then let Roland practice first.

Roland practiced these three poses over and over in the coaching hall, sweating profusely, and did not come out of the Sanda hall until noon.

When he got home, he took another shower. After all, he was stained and stuck to his clothes, which made him quite uncomfortable.

Then I sat in front of the computer with ease, and opened the forum.

Another two or three pages of forum system prompts.

Most of them are system information for tipping.

Has become a popular post again?

Roland curiously opened his new post in the morning.