Mages Are Too OP

"I'm not telling a bad joke." Roland sighed: "This thing is really talking about the wallet with us."

As he spoke, the translucent ghost crawled out of the tomb and stood three meters in front of the two of them, screaming and walking towards them slowly. The closer you get, the better you can see. There is no emotion in this thing's eyes at all, only a killing intent that seems to treat them as food.

The two continued to retreat, Beta waved the long sword in his hand, and pulled out a row of sword flowers. He swallowed and asked, "This thing looks a bit infiltrating, Brother Roland, do you have any experience with such things as conferences? ?"

"How is it possible!" Roland said helplessly: "Before this, I have only seen Falken's soul form, I can't do it to Falken."

"Brother Roland, then tell me a battle plan." Beta did not step back, but blocked Roland's face: "Better hurry up."

In the hand of the ghost, a transparent long spear suddenly appeared. Seeing this situation, whether the other party is malicious or actual actions, it shows that it is not easy to mess with. Roland knows that he can no longer retreat. Who knows if this ghost has any special abilities. After all, in legends, ghosts are all relatively strong.

"I'll try to control him first." Roland took out the magic wand from his backpack and said quickly, "You jump up now."

Beta didn't know why, but he jumped high according to his words. As a half-fighter, his jump was at least two meters high.

Just as Beta jumped up, Roland's magic wand pointed down.

Ice Ring!

Silent casting.

The ice ring technique is Roland's third most proficient spell, and he can easily cast spells silently.

The white ice ring spreads around against the ground, and Beta was in mid-air, and a layer of frost appeared wherever the ice ring passed.

The ghost didn't seem to have any IQ. He slowly walked towards the two of them, was swept away by the ice ring, and immediately froze his feet, and then struggled in place, making a strange whistle of unknown consciousness.

Not only is it unpleasant, but it is also quite harsh.

Roland had the urge to cover his ears.

Beta fell from the sky and saw that the ghost was under control, he was overjoyed: "Roland brother did a good job, then look at me, rush~~ah!!!"

With a strange sound, Beta turned into an afterimage and slammed into the ghost with his sword, but the ground was already a smooth layer of ice. When his charge skill was just activated, the man lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Then he shrank and rolled on the ice, like a high-speed bowling ball with an afterimage, hitting the ghost who was screaming and struggling on the spot.

Roland was stunned. He stared blankly as Beta spun into the ghost, rushed through the ghost's legs, and rolled into the tomb in front of him with a screaming scream.

This...isn't my pot.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and instantly sent a small self-exploding fireball to the ghost.

This time Roland only added a little magic power, and the self-destructing small fireball exploded three meters in front, directly tearing the ghost into pieces.

The flames and even the ice on the ground ahead melted into water.

The enemy is gone, but Roland is still quite vigilant. After all, in many stories, or in movies and TV series, ghosts have the ability to regenerate.

He was afraid that as soon as he relaxed, the ghost would suddenly appear to come to him.

But after waiting for a while, there was no trace of the ghost, and the cool breath in the air was slowly disappearing.

The ghost didn't wait, but Beta climbed out of the tomb.

He looked quite embarrassed, his blue-black aristocratic costume was full of dust, and a few pieces were paid off on his face. Seeing this, Roland almost laughed out loud.

"Brother Roland, what about that ghost?" Beta, who stood up, looked around vigilantly.

Roland looked around and said, "It must have been blown up by a small fireball, it seems rather weak."

Beta breathed a sigh of relief, put the long sword back into the system backpack, and said, "It should be something like a wild mobs, but it seems to be immune to physical attacks. When I rolled over his body, I actually slashed with the sword. He has both feet, but the blade of the sword is like passing through a phantom, and there is no sense of hindrance."

Roland nodded: "Well, like other games, ghost-type monsters are afraid of magic attacks."

"Then next time I will burn these things with dragon flames." Beta's expression was a little unhappy: "I knew I would not save the number of magic times. I fell into the tomb just now, and I had hallucinations."

Hearing this, he almost laughed out loud when he thought of how Beta was screaming and rolling away like a bowling ball just now.

Seeing Roland's smirking expression, Beta said angrily: "Laugh if you want, Brother Roland, did you mean it just now?"

Absolutely not! Roland categorically denied it.

"Forget it." Beta looked at Roland with a salty look, and then said, "Let's divide these coins. I think the ghost that just disappeared won't talk to us about the wallet again."

Roland agrees with this statement very much.

Put his share of coins into the system backpack, and after Roland became the mage, he filled the surrounding soil back into the tomb.

The two then walked cautiously over the still-unmelted ice and returned to the road.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, the moon was covered by dark clouds, there was no light in the mountains and forests, and the five fingers could not be reached.

Fortunately, Roland knew the ball of light, and two small balls of light were not enough, so he got four out, one on the front, one on the left, one on the left, and one on the left, to brighten their surroundings.

Night is the world of nocturnal animals, some of which are ferocious carnivores.

Most nocturnal animals are afraid of too bright light, and when the two walk on the mountain road, they will occasionally have a pair of green eyes, with a low growl through their nearby woods.

After a few times, Beta said: "It's a pack of wolves, very fast and very sensitive."

Roland looked at the dark surroundings, a little surprised: "Can you see it?"

"I'm a dragon vein warlock, and I have a dark vision correction of 2." Beta explained: "I can see a range of about fifty meters."

Roland clicked his tongue: "You, a god-born noble profession, have too many practical initial talents."

"Brother Roland, what did you choose for your mage talent?" Beta asked curiously.

"Two, exempt from casting materials and magic control." Roland explained: "The first one, you will know what it means when you hear the name, magic control can improve the precise control of magic elements... But strangely, magic control is My fixed talent cannot be replaced, in essence I can only choose an initial talent."

Beta was stunned for a moment: "All ordinary occupations can freely choose two initial talents."

"So I don't know what's going on. So I have always suspected that I can inject a lot of magic into a formed magic, which may be related to this talent." Roland shrugged: "This game needs too many things. ……arrive."

The two walked while chatting, and before they knew it, they had already walked out of the forest.

Ahead is a plain.

On the horizon, there is a faint light spot shaking.

It was a visual effect when a large number of torches on the city wall were blown by the wind, and it was an illusion.

Delbon City!

PS: Whoever said that cold jokes will be cold all day, stand up for me ^^