Mages Are Too OP

Players do not need to sleep in the game, and the day-to-day change is just a change of environmental status for them. Although it was one or two in the morning, the two of them were not sleepy at all. The two of them walked along the road to the front of Delbon City.

Only when you get close will you know how big Delbon City is.

The city wall made of large blocks of rock was in the center of the field of vision, and it seemed that there was no end in sight.

There will be torches burning every ten meters on the city wall. Although the brightness is not as bright as Roland's light ball technique, it can extend from left to right, like a fire dragon that can reach things, which can also give people a shocking feeling.

There was still a group of soldiers on the city wall, most of their sights fell on Roland and Beta.

At the end of the road is the city gate. There are many people building bonfires on both sides of the road, divided into several small groups, guarding each other, no one speaks, only occasional whispers.

The arrival of Roland and Beta attracted everyone's attention. After all, there were four magic light spheres around them, brightly like searchlights in a modern society stadium, and the style of painting was obviously different from theirs. As the two of them approached, the vicinity of the city gate was as bright as day, and they even felt a little dazzling.

And the soldiers on the city wall gradually became a little nervous. The caster is synonymous with "power" and "mystery" at all times.

When Roland and Beta moved their gazes, these people immediately looked away.

A spellcaster, a young nobleman.

They can't afford such a combination.

The two found an open space to sit down, and it was still very early before dawn. Most cities have a habit of curfews, and this city should be no exception. After sitting down, it was Roland and Beta's turn to look at the people around them.

More than a dozen flatbed carriages are divided into several parts, belonging to different small circles. Although the car is covered with oily skin, it is impossible to see what is inside, but it must be cargo.

Most of the people around are oily, weathered, and mostly men. Only by the bonfire farthest to their left was there a woman. This woman is tall and muscular, with a long-handled axe beside her. If it weren't for the two protuberances on her chest, no one would consider her a woman.

Several caravans, merchants and guards?

Roland came to this conclusion after looking at it for a while.

None of these people spoke again, and let Beta and Roland's eyes scrutinize them.

The original whispers were gone, only the whistling of the night wind and the honking of the bonfire as it burned.

At this time, the two didn't speak or act, but they felt like they were suppressing the audience.

After watching it for a while, Beta was a little bored, and took out the firewood and snake meat picked up on the road from the space backpack. Arrange the firewood first, and then ignite the firewood with a mouthful of dragon fire.

Take out the long sword to descale the snake meat, string it with wooden sticks, and bake it on the fire.

Roland was speechless as he watched Beta's skillful barbecue techniques.

It turns out that you are reluctant to consume the number of 'Dragon Flame Breath' in battle. It turns out that you want to use it for barbecue.

At this moment, there were whispering voices, and there was a faint trend of getting bigger and bigger. Roland turned his head to look at the sound, and those voices stopped immediately, neatly like a noisy TV sales station in a shopping mall. The main power was turned off. generally.

Roland's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and finally returned to the rotating barbecue.

Many relieved voices came over.

Roland heard some words just now, roughly the same.

'My God, space equipment. ’

‘Where is the noble young master from? ’

'It's a waste of space equipment to hold barbecue! ’

And when Roland glanced at them, these people stopped talking immediately.

Wealth is not revealed... Is this a misfortune? Just when he was so worried, Roland suddenly remembered something.

We are players and we don't die. Besides, the space backpack is given by the game system. Even if you die, you won't be able to fall out. If you are killed, you can directly take revenge on the perpetrator after being resurrected. It's such a simple thing, why do you think so much about it!

After thinking about it, Roland didn't bother to pay attention to the views of the group of people, and he began to look at the surrounding environment.

The terrain here is flat, and there seems to be a river behind the city. Through the night tomb, a bright scaly band can be seen stretching into the distance.

Such a big city can only be built in places with sufficient water sources.

Soon Beta grilled the two skewers of snake meat and sprinkled some salt on them.

A bunch was stuffed into Roland's hands.

Not to mention, Beta's barbecue skills are still good. The snake meat was roasted by him until it was crispy and fragrant, and it tasted quite good.

However, compared with the giant spider legs, the taste is poor.

Not so smooth.

After eating the barbecue and filling his stomach, Beta began to practice basic military swordsmanship.

He is not a very smart person, but he can become a scholar, relying on hard work. According to Beta's own statement, although the results have not yet come out, there is no problem in getting admitted to the first line.

Diligence is his habit. As for practicing basic swordsmanship in front of outsiders, would he feel ashamed?

how is this possible! I don't know how many times he participated in the recitation contest in elementary school, junior high school, and high school.

From Beta's point of view, it was quite embarrassing to recite some articles in a cadenced tone and exaggerated expressions in front of hundreds of thousands of audiences on the podium of the recitation competition.

Even in that situation, he can calm down, not to mention that there are only dozens of people practicing swordsmanship in front of him.

And Roland began to practice proficient in language magic.

Waves of magic power emanated from him, failed, and then radiated again, and then a group of people silently watched Roland cover his head, pumping cold air to relieve the pain. When he was in Hongtu Town, he didn't care much about other people's eyes, and practiced magic on his own.

Under normal circumstances, the magician would have fallen into a coma by himself if he had failed so many times.

But Roland was still alive and well, and after a while, he began to practice magic again.

The group of merchants and guards were amused at first to see that Beta and Roland were still exercising in such a late night.

Who are you pretending to see!

But four hours later, only admiration remained in their eyes.

They don't understand the big truth, but they know very well that those who work hard are always better than those who don't.

At this time, it was already a little light, and the guards on the city wall turned off their torches and began to open the city gate.

Everyone stood up, and Roland and Beta also stopped practicing.

The two originally wanted to wait for those businessmen to go first, after all, they arrived first.

But surprisingly, these merchants and guards didn't move, but looked at Roland and Beta eagerly.

"This is to let us go first?" Beta was a little surprised.

"It should be your aristocratic status that scared them." Roland turned his head and said, "It seems that this game world has a very heavy class concept. They are all civilians and dare not walk in front of you."

Beta looked at the group of silent people, he felt uncomfortable, and said, "It feels weird."

"Let's go. Young master." Roland smiled and said, "If you don't leave, it will even delay their time."

All right! Beta sighed and walked into the city gate first.

Roland followed.

Watching the two of them enter the city, the merchants and guards breathed a sigh of relief.