Mages Are Too OP

by S.H.A aifu

As one of the first players to gain access to World of Falan—the first immersive game worldwide—Roland creates his character as a Mage. However, playing as a Mage is not as fun and easy as he thought. His head even explodes after he casts the very first spell in the game. sticking to his class when most Mages decide to create a new character, Roland gradually discovers tricks anew.

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Chapter 231 The Thoughts of All Parents

In the darkness, Andonara's eyes reflected a silvery luster.

Roland was silent for a moment and asked, "So I've been wondering just now, since you're not even afraid of the Archmages, who could take you captive?"

"I did that on purpose." Andonara hugged her legs, her chin resting on her knees, and spoke indifferently. "My husband had been quite cold to me. I just wanted to see if my husband would care if I was taken away."

Roland was speechless. Isn't there a very common saying in society nowadays… human nature can't bear to be tested.

Looking at Roland's helpless expression, Andonara laughed lightly in a somewhat lonely manner. "Just as you imagined, after I disappeared, my husband really had no heart to search for me at all. And when I returned to the palace, the first thing he did was send a trusted Mage over to use Lie Detection on me, asking if I had been abused and if I had betrayed the interests of the royal family. Isn't that callous? Shouldn't a normal husband be concerned about his wife first?"

Roland sighed. He didn't really want to hear this stuff.

Although it was true that Andonara was rather pitiable, no matter what, there was no changing the fact that Kaka was involved by her.

Even if Andonara made herself sound pitiful, Roland didn't have much of a favorable impression of her.

Seeing that Roland didn't react much, she turned her head to look at the man next to her and asked softly, "Do you also think that what my husband did was right?"

"I didn't say that." Roland shook his head slightly. "I was just thinking about other things."

"I'm right in front of your eyes, can't you be a little more gentlemanly and think about me a little more?" Andonara's eyes were shining brightly.

"There will be time for that."

Andonara tsked. "What a perfunctory answer."

Then they fell silent at the same time. Andonara had discovered that the man beside her was really not very (sexually) interested in her.

She had never had a good way with such men. Like her husband the king, both of them were of the type that did not think much of women.

Is this like just getting out of one pit and almost jumping into another?

Is my life that hard?

Andonara's mood was utterly bitter.

And on the top floor of the Association headquarters, the headquarters chairman Dalton Wynn was looking at a spell model.

This derivative model, handed in by the Bards' youngest son, was full of genius-level imagination, and the spell nodes were laid out and connected with no redundant steps at all. Such a simple yet perfect spell model was rarely seen.

After looking at the spell model, he snapped his fingers and a blue shield-holding magic doll appeared beside him.

He took a deep breath and pointed at the magic doll. A chain of lightning flashed; the doll blocked it with its shield. Then Inferior Fireball, Arcane Bullet, and even Acid Splash couldn't break the magic doll's magic light shield. In the end, it was Dalton himself who interrupted the magic supply, and the doll slowly disappeared.

"It's at least a level two Summoning spell." Dalton nodded in satisfaction. "And the magic doll inherits a part of the caster's common sense, its intelligence is quite high. This kind of spell is definitely not something that Kaka can come up with."

Who's the one behind him?

Just as he was wondering, a knocking sound came from the door. Without looking back, he said, "Come in."

A young man entered the room, dressed in a magic robe. He was thin with a moderate appearance and a crew cut, and looked quite spirited.

"Father, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, take this spell model and learn it in three days. There are notes below, as well as the effects and abilities of each node. Memorize it all—from now on this spell is your original creation. Call it Rourke's Protective Doll Summoning Spell, understand?"

Although somewhat puzzled, the young man named Rourke picked up the spell model and looked at it for a moment. His eyes gradually lit up. "It is indeed a level-two spell that never existed before. Father, where did you get it?"

"You don't have to worry about it." Dalton looked kindly at his only son. "Memorize it by heart, don't miss a word of it, and you have to understand all the principles in it. When you figure it out, I'll apply for magic certification for you, and that way you might get the attention of the Green Magic Tower."

Rourke nodded excitedly. "I understand, Father. I'll go back to my studies now."

"Good, go on." Dalton smiled softly.

When Rourke left the room, Dalton continued reading.

Soon after, a soft knocking came from the door again, and this time, it was a middle-aged man with a wooden expression who entered.

"Head Chairman, the shadows of the royal family moved not long ago. We checked and found that they seem to be looking for Her Highness the Queen."

"The queen?" Dalton was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "The queen has actually disappeared again? This time we didn't do it. Are they looking for us?"

"No. The shadows of the royal family weren't looking for us, but for some Golden Sons?"

Dalton was startled for a moment. "When did the Golden Sons get involved with the queen?"

"Not sure at the moment."

"Then find out right away." Dalton grunted in discontent. "Do I have to teach you how to do that?"

"Yes, sir."

The middle-aged man was about to leave, but then Dalton suddenly spoke again. "Wait. Send a couple of men to the Bards later and tell the head of their house: the incident this time is over, but remember, don't be a fence-sitter in the future and try to take advantage of both sides. You'll end up with neither."

"Yes, sir."

When the middle-aged man left the room, Dalton sat for a moment, then went out onto the balcony.

After reciting an incantation, a light breeze surrounded him, then supported him upward and took him into the night sky.

About thirteen minutes later, he landed in front of a white Magic Tower.

When the soldier in charge of the gate saw him, he immediately ushered him to the sixth floor of the Magic Tower.

Tobian, the bear-like Mage, was planning to sleep at this time, ao when he heard that the head chairman was coming, he had to put on a white nightgown to meet him.

As they sat in the study, Tobian stroked his bald head and said, "What do you need at this late hour, Head Chairman?"

"Look at this spell model."

Dalton handed over the Spell Puppet derivative spell. On this drawing, he deliberately deleted many of the notes on the nodes, as well as the basic node connection principles. These things were originally written on the edges of the drawing by Kaka, and without them, this spell model was simply a spell model—it could still be learned, but the principles with regard to it would be unknown.

There was no way Tobian would be able to take it for magic certification.

"A very intricate model," said Tobian, who was very knowledgeable, his eyes growing bright.

"How about it? It's a new spell my son worked out," Dalton said with a smile. "Do you want to learn it?"

Tobian's eyes had been shining with excitement, but suddenly his expression turned odd, and he closed the drawing and returned it to Dalton. "Sorry, I suddenly realized that this spell isn't suitable or me."

Hmm?

Dalton found it a bit strange that Tobian wasn't interested in this simple and practical level-two spell that was also entirely new.

However, he saw that Tobion's expression seemed serious, so he had to hold back his curiosity for the time being and left after talking with Tobian for a while.

After Dalton left, Tobian found a spell model from the bookshelf, looked at it for a moment, and then compared the route of the nodes he had just memorized. He sneered, "It really is the same style. This isn't a spell created by Rourke at all. It should be the handiwork of that Golden Son. Chairman Dalton, you might be in trouble."

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Chapter 232 Jinx

Although Tobian was also going to suggest limiting the progression of the Golden Son Mages, that didn't mean he wasn't aware of the consequences of actually messing with the Golden Sons.

With the deaths of two mayors and countless minor skirmishes with the nobles, it was clear that the Golden Sons just didn't seem to know how to spell the word fear.

"What kind of benefit can you get out of this?" Tobian the bear-like Mage stared at the spell model on the table, pondering.

Then he laughed.

There were some things that might be worth fighting for.

The capital was not peaceful at this time, and although there was no curfew, some people with keen senses had noticed that something was not quite right in the atmosphere of the capital.

Black-robed men were haunting the streets, each and every one of them with sharp eyes, seemingly searching for something.

There was also a group of the capital's city guards going in and out of various taverns.

When they saw a beautiful adult woman, they would go and size her up.

It was obvious that something was wrong.

The residents of "sensitive" places like the capital had a good sense of danger. Less than an hour after that, there were noticeably fewer pedestrians on the streets, and it was continuing to decrease.

Antis walked the streets with a group of his trusted subordinates behind him.

As the city guard officer, he certainly couldn't avoid being sent out on search missions when it came to such things.

The queen had actually disappeared again… According to the guards, it was a Mage and a Rogue who had taken the queen captive. This time, they also killed an old steward who was dedicated to serving the queen.

Antis knew the old steward was quite strong.

He went to the scene and, judging from the wound, the old steward was pierced through the heart with a sword, and the murderer had struck with great speed and accuracy as well as great force.

It was reasonable to say that it should have been a Rogue's handiwork, but strangely enough, most Rogues used daggers and rarely used longswords. Because Rogues had to move stealthily, a slightly longer weapon would hinder their movement.

Unless one had spatial equipment or magic for quick storage of gear.

Hmm… Golden Sons?

All Golden Sons were said to possess a piece of large spatial equipment bound to their souls.

What about a Golden Son Mage?

Antis suddenly thought of someone—Roland.

It could only be said that the affairs of life messed with people. Antis was wrong to have guessed that it was Roland.

Walking down the street, Antis was a little disappointed.

Roland, is this how you help Kaka get revenge? By taking and killing the queen, who identified Kaka as the kidnapper?

You're a mage, you're supposed to be smart. Can't you see that the queen is just a puppet and it's someone else who actually killed Kaka? I couldn't say more because of my position, but wouldn't you look into it yourself? If you did kill the queen, then I thought too highly of you.

Antis was walking and letting his thoughts race.

After a short walk, he said to his men, "Disperse, go to the taverns and inns to inquire about a Golden Son Mage, the one I saw twice at the city gates. You should remember what he looks like, go!"

After his subordinates dispersed, Antis found a nearby tavern and sat down.

He was handsome, but silver-white heavy armor of high quality was definitely a high-grade product that ordinary mercenaries couldn't afford to buy and wear. He was also accompanied by a few soldiers, so he was either a noble or someone with authority. Although the drunkards in the tavern were a little drunk, most of them were not idiots, and they knew very well who could and could not be messed with.

Even if one or two of them were drinking to the point of losing their rationality and tried to say something nonsensical, as soon as they opened their mouths, their companions pressed their heads dead against the table to keep them from acting recklessly.

Antis sat quietly, waiting for a response from his men.

Soon after, his subordinates returned one by one, and they told him all the information they had gathered.

Because Roland and the queen, one aMmage and the other a beautiful woman, were really noticeable in the streets, Antis's subordinates got a lot of information just by asking random people. Then Antis pieced the information together and quickly came up with where Roland was going.

"Western city cemetery." Antis stood up and said coldly, "Mobilize four hundred men from the city guards and surround the cemetery immediately, don't let a single rat out."

The few subordinates immediately left with their orders.

Soon the city guards descended upon the cemetery in great numbers and surrounded it, searching it inch by inch.

They soon spotted the low cottage in the woods.

Antis entered the stone cottage and didn't find anyone, but a faint fragrance was left in the room. He sniffed and muttered to himself, "This is the royal perfume, sourced from the Elven Forest. It seems that the queen should have been here for a decent amount of time, but we were a little late."

Through the tiny window, Antis looked out. The marble white color of the dawn sky had already appeared.

By this time Roland had already reunited with Husseret, and the F6 members had also arrived.

The postman was now very excitedly circling the queen, which caused her some puzzlement and displeasure.

The postman was actually livestreaming… The chat was already filled with wild shrieks and howls.

"Oh damn, is this the queen? She's too beautiful, a certain actress really can't even compare."

"Fox eyes, big fierce weapons, and long legs, as well as her heart-stopping status as a noble. Wait, let me take a screenshot, she'll be my spiritual food for the next six months."

"Roland has even seduced a human queen? I saw it just now, there's obviously something else about the way the queen looks at Roland."

"The members of F6 are so awesome. Guild leader Schuck stole the dragoness that someone else desperately pursued but could never get, and now Roland has stolen the queen of the Hollevin royal family. I've already brainstormed tens of thousands of words for an R18 drama."

"Write down the brainstormed scenario and share it with us users, brother."

Roland and others were not aware of the situation in the livestream at this moment.

They were at the foot of the north wall.

Husseret pointed upward and said, "I've paid off a patrol squad, there will be no soldiers patrolling the walls in this area for the next twenty minutes. There are only twenty minutes, so it's up to you, Roland."

Everyone looked at Husseret with some surprise.

Even the capital's patrol squad could be bought off… This "tactic" was too impressive.

Everyone then looked at Roland, and the queen's eyes shone even brighter.

Roland stepped forward, snapped his fingers, and in the next second, he appeared on top of the forty-meter high wall.

Teleportation… If Roland applied it with all his power, he would be able to teleport directly to any place within sight. Over forty meters high, it really wasn't difficult for him.

Then he cast a thick rope, which he had already prepared, down from the wall, while the other end was tied to the battlement.

Ordinary people with training could climb a cliff hundreds of meters high by relying on a rope, let alone a professional, and besides, the height of the wall was only forty meters.

Soon, everyone climbed along the rope to the top of the city wall.

Andonara jumped on the city wall, and her murderous weapons[1] trembled up and down. The livestream was spammed with comments again. Then she looked back at the majestic palace in the middle of the city with mixed feelings.

"It seems things are going to go more smoothly than we thought…" Husseret said, smiling, but he suddenly turned his head to the other side of the wall and laughed bitterly. "I jinxed us."

Not far away, a dozen thin black shadows were slithering toward them, moving against the ground at great speed.

"Illumination!"

Roland snapped his fingers, and an extremely large ball of light appeared above them, as bright as a searchlight, directly covering a radius of over fifty meters around them.

All the shadows left without a trace due to the bright light, and the dozen or so black-robed men were forced to show themselves and abandon their state of quick, stealthy movement.

"It's the Assassins of the Shadow Guild."

Queen Andonara spoke with her voice lowered, then drew her sword and stood in front of Roland.

[1] Xiong means murderous, but also a homonym of breasts

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Chapter 233 Surrounded

It was an unwritten rule in the mercenary world that in the event of a surprise attack, the first priority of a physical melee professional was to protect the spellcaster first.

This was an ironclad rule, one that the mercenary world had taken hundreds, thousands of years to learn, a lesson paid for in blood.

Physical professions only had two functions: kill or protect. But spellcasters were different; as long as they were prepared, they could not only do the first two, but also heal, alter terrain, alter climate, control enemies, or summon creatures as reinforcements.

Even if you were surrounded and in danger, as long as the spellcaster was still alive and able to cast spells, there was a possibility of turning the tables. On the other hand, if your own spellcaster was dead, or if you had no spellcaster but the other side did, it was just as dangerous as long if you didn't have tremendous advantage in numbers.

Because you would have no idea what strange things the spellcaster could do next.

Andonara had worked as a mercenary for a few months before she became the queen, so she was aware of this unwritten rule, and… she was standing in front of Roland, though not just because of the rules.

Nineteen of them!

There were nineteen black-robed Assassins that were forced into the open by the glare. In just the blink of an eye, everyone on Roland's side counted the number of enemies—none of them were weak, after all.

The number of shadow Assassins was twelve more than the number of people on Roland's side, which was the reason why they dared to launch a sneak attack.

There was always some advantage in numbers.

Looking at the nineteen Assassins who were as ferocious and quick as ghosts, Roland was the one who had the slowest reaction. The others had already set up and were preparing for the onslaught of the enemy, especially Raffel, who, being a shield warrior, had taken out his huge tower shield from his Backpack and taken up a defensive stance.

But then, someone made a move.

It was Roland.

Although Roland's reaction was the slowest, it was only relative.

He allocated full intellect and concurrently high resistance growth. His coordination, the attribute in charge of reaction speed, softness, and sensitivity of the body, was only the most basic at 5 points.

He was surely a little slower than the others, roughly about 0.05 seconds slower, but as he leveled up, his reaction speed would grow even further apart from that of the other physical professions, unless he used reaction speed enhancement spells.

The others would have taken at least half a second to draw out their weapons and take their stance.

Roland's spells, however, were all instantaneous.

In just this short span of less than half a second, the Assassins had rushed forward almost nine meters and were now almost less than ten meters in front of them.

Then Roland snapped his fingers.

Hypnosis!

Instantly, four charging assassins fell asleep. Like hungry dogs snatching food, they directly dove toward the ground, sliding on the stone ground for four or five meters. The other three were deeply dizzy, feeling weak all over, yawning repeatedly, and they stopped after running a few steps and smacked their heads hard.

Although they didn't fall asleep, they lost their fighting strength.

With this one spell, Roland made the enemies lose almost half of their momentum.

This was something that Roland had discovered when he had clashed with the Shadow Assassins Guild before. It seemed that many assassins had very poor mental resistance, and a single Group Hypnosis could hit about a third of their targets.

"Well done."

Raffel shouted a commendation at the sight and directly launched a shield charge.

The city wall was less than twenty meters wide. When Raffel charged over, the relative speed of both sides was too fast. There were two assassins that couldn't dodge in time and were knocked back on the spot, blood spurting wildly from their mouths.

The moment Raffel knocked them off their feet, to his left, the sound of a bowstring rang three times in quick succession.

A black-robed Assassin waved his dagger wildly as he dashed, parrying two arrows, but then with a gushing sound, an arrow pierced his throat, and half a second later, he fell to his knees, gagging. Eventually he fell face-up, looking at the sky.

Brazil, on the other hand, jumped five meters back and drew his bow again.

Now, there were only nine Shadow Assassins before them.

The two sides then skirmished, with Husseret scaring off three Shadow Assassins with a smoke grenade, while Betta and Li Lin each held back an opponent. Betta, because of his talent, was apt in defense but lacked in offense, and for the time being, he was locked in a battle with the Assassin.

Li Lin, on the other hand, was a Berserker and moved slightly slower, but every time he swung his greatsword, a strange whirring sound would emit, and the Assassin he was fighting would turn around in fear upon hearing it.

Li Lin stomped his feet on the spot. "Why did you run away? Come and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

The Assassin ran even faster.

The bowstring rang out again, and Brazil killed another Assassin, a bloodthirsty grin on his face.

The most spectacular was Queen Andonara, who appeared directly behind the three Assassins with a Z-charge. The top halves of the three rose up into the sky: they had actually been bisected at the waist in an instant.

The postman who was in charge of cheering off to the side saw this and couldn't help but whistle.

This strength… is kind of impressive.

It had been less than five seconds, and in the blink of an eye, there were only four Assassins on the field, with three more just coming out of their stupor.

When they saw the situation, they immediately turned around and ran.

They came quickly and left quickly.

All except for one Assassin who had fallen behind, who suddenly fell to the ground. He looked back, so terrified that his eyes were almost bulging out.

A blue Hand of Magic grabbed him by his left ankle and dragged him backward.

This Assassin had grief in his eyes, and with the flash of a chilling glare, he directly slashed his left leg with his dagger.

Blood splattered everywhere; he had been too hard on himself. Roland and the others were dumbfounded.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Assassin jumped to the edge of the battlements on one leg and then tumbled down.

Roland and the others ran over and saw that because the bright light was gone, the Assassin had turned into a serpentine shadow in midair and slithered against the surface of the city wall, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

They looked at the far side of the city wall and noticed that the huge ball of light Roland had just created had attracted the attention of the other patrols, and people could be vaguely seen running over.

Husseret said, "The Shadow Guild must have received a mission from the royal family. This group should be their elites, they shouldn't be able to threaten us for the time being. We should just leave straight away from the city walls."

The rope was thrown to the other side of the wall this time, and several of them climbed it and went down quickly.

Roland, on the other hand, didn't need to go to that much trouble: he just used Teleportation and waited for them below.

Once a few of them were down, two patrol squads also ran to where they had just been, and a torch was lit on the wall, but unfortunately, the torches didn't illuminate a wide area, and these soldiers only saw a few indistinct shadows leaving.

Because the postman had been livestreaming, the livestream was now in a commotion once again.

"Oh sh, is this the strength of a top-tier guild? It's outrageous. Half a dozen or so Shadow Assassins were instantly put down, while the rest were scared off?"

"Not a top-tier guild, it's the only guild on the entire server for now."

"Roland snapped his fingers and four fell, three more lost the ability to fight. Mages are too strong, we should nerf Irelia[1]."

"'The queen is also awesome. Z-charge, it's said to be a high-level specialty, how did she learn it?"

"Oh d, it's good to be strong, even such a powerful queen could be picked up."

The discussion in the chat room continued, showing no signs of subsiding for now.

Meanwhile, Roland and the others encountered some minor trouble in the groves outside the capital.

"Why wasn't the quest completed?" The postman was a little surprised.

The quest was to escort the queen to safety, but the quest status still hadn't changed.

In other words… it still wasn't safe here?

The intelligence of everyone present was not bad, and they immediately were on guard.

It was then that they suddenly realized the woods were a little too quiet.

After some thought, Roland instantly sent four giant balls of light into the air, illuminating a radius of about 150 meters.

Husseret looked around the woods, narrowed his eyes, and said, "We're surrounded."

[1] LoL champion, nerfed frequently

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Chapter 234 Hidden Enemies

Surrounded?

Apart from Queen Andonara's somewhat nervous expression, no one had any reaction.

For one, they were players: they wouldn't really die, and the worst that could happen was that they would lose equipment and experience.

Secondly, they still had backup—Schuck and the dragoness were just a short distance away.

Roland sighed and said, "Looks like we'll have to get Schuck over here to help."

However, Husseret waved his hand and said, "No hurry, let's wait and see. I think the enemy will slowly surround us, and maybe even communicate with us. There are some things I would like to ask."

Roland shook his head slightly. "But our first task is to protect the queen and escort her to safety."

Upon hearing this, Queen Andonara suddenly looked at Roland, her pretty face wore an expression of utter surprise. She seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of Roland's words about the quest, and thought it meant something else.

None of the men present noticed the expression on Queen Andonara's face at this point, only the audience watching in the livestream did.

"Oh sh, that subtle expression on the Queen's face, she's truly fallen."

"All on her own?"

"This… why can't I have such good luck? I hooked up with a wife and got my banana peeled by her husband[1]."

"Wait! The brother upstairs, you're the famous flayed man."

"Encountering the real person, how lucky."

"Can you tell us how you felt at the time?"

Then the conversation sidetracked, and the interests of the players in the livestream were focused on the flayed man. Women were not as interesting as gossip! Not to mention this was an extremely rare kind of gossip.

And here on the scene, Husseret said to Roland, "Why don't you take the queen and leave first, while the others stay with me. I'd like to see who is so impressive that they have calculated our escape route so accurately."

Oh… so it's Husseret who's in a sour mood.

He had been a bit stubborn since he was a kid and didn't like it when people guessed what he was thinking. He had planned this escape route and now they were surrounded by people, so naturally, he wanted to figure out what was going on.

Roland thought about it and said, "Why don't the postman and Betta escort the queen away first, and I'll stay behind too. With a spellcaster around, you'll at least get good support."

Andonara glared coquettishly at Roland.

Husseret's gloomy face revealed a rarely seen smile. "No need to be so troublesome, the queen probably only trusts you. Besides, if we stay, we can also bring up the rear."

The postman was tempted to say that he too wanted to escort the queen away with Roland first, but he looked at the queen's coquettish expression and immediately understood what was going on.

It was quiet around them, and getting quieter by the minute.

Roland knew that if he didn't leave, it might be too late. He nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll take the queen and leave first, you guys be careful."

"Don't worry."

Husseret made an OK gesture, and the others gave Roland a thumbs up, which seemed to have a strange encouraging meaning. Roland felt a little bewildered and wondered what they were encouraging.

Roland then retreated and left with Queen Andonara.

He threw down three magic spiders and summoned a shield-wielding doll.

The three spiders didn't go into the grass, moving forward in sync with him, but separately monitoring the front, left, and right for any approaching enemies.

The shield-wielding doll, on the other hand, protected the queen.

They walked slowly through the woods, Roland's expression was somewhat heavy as the net was definitely shrinking and he would have to make a run for it through the gap in the rear before he was completely surrounded.

However, Andonara's expression was rather relaxed—very relaxed.

She followed Roland's lead, her face full of smiles.

It was as if they were not on the run, but instead having a romantic night out.

Thanks to the advanced vision of the three magic spiders, Roland avoided the encirclement, and using the magic spiders, Roland saw a heavily armored infantry regiment that was quite well-equipped slowly completing the encirclement.

These were not the city guards under Antis, they were definitely royal guards.

However, this was quite normal. With the queen missing, it was reasonable to dispatch the royal guards.

It was rather strange that the royal guards weren't deployed previously when Andonara had been kidnapped, which was why Kaka's suicide note said that politics was a dirty business.

After successfully avoiding the encirclement, they stepped onto the public road.

There was no one on the public roads at this time—after all, it was late at night and no one would be traveling freely except for some merchants in a hurry.

And still, at this moment, there was no sign that the quest was complete.

Roland was a little surprised—exactly where did he have to take the queen?

The surroundings were quiet, and Andonara stood quietly at Roland's side and also looked at him quietly, not saying anything, but her eyes were bright.

After some thought, Roland asked, "Queen, what are your plans?"

"Don't call me queen." Andonara shook her head. "There are no plans, you're the one protecting me now, so I'll go wherever you take me."

"Not afraid I'll sell you?" Roland joked.

This was just him being a player and simply having fun.

Andonara, however, smiled proudly and said, "Are you willing to? Look at this figure of mine, look at my strength! I can be your sharp spear or your gentle scabbard, where will you find such a good woman!"

This woman was too narcissistic. However, he was curious: "What does scabbard mean? I don't use a sword much."

Andonara looked at Roland's belly and smiled meaningfully and charmingly.

Roland understood immediately.

This woman who had been a wife was quite liberal.

Vivian definitely wouldn't have been able to say such a thing.

Roland sighed and pretended not to understand Andonara's words. He looked at the quest. They were several kilometers away from the capital and it still wasn't considered safe—did he have to send the queen to another city?

Give it a try?

Roland said to Andonara, "Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

"I told you, you're the one protecting me now, you can take me wherever you want," Andonara said without a care in the world.

"What's the closest city to here?"

"The city of Isnas."

That was also the royal family's territory, but it wouldn't hurt to go there to see if the quest would be counted as complete.

He set off with Andonara, only to find a group of people blocking the mud path ahead of him after walking for less than a dozen meters.

The leader of the group, surprisingly, was an old acquaintance of his.

Antis.

He didn't wear a helmet, and under the moonlight, his shiny, slender eyes, along with his delicate face, had a kind of hazy beauty that made it possible for him to be on par with Queen Andonara in looks.

"Sure enough, I found you here." Antis waved his hand, and behind him, a hundred city guards surrounded him in a semicircle.

Roland took a deep breath and condensed a ball of blue flame with a radius of half a meter in his hand.

"How about moving aside? You should know the power of this fireball," Roland said bluntly. "I don't want to kill my own acquaintance."

Just as Roland finished speaking, a hidden arrow shot silently at his brow.

Because the arrow was black and even used a special material that was used to target Mages for assassination, Roland didn't even notice it.

Even the shield-wielding puppet didn't move.

Seeing that he was about to be in trouble, at this moment, Andonara suddenly intercepted it and knocked the dark arrow away with her scabbard.

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Chapter 235 It Really Is One of the Bugs

With a clink, the black arrow bounced back and landed a short distance in front of Antis.

At this moment, Antis's face was as black as charcoal, and he turned around, shouting angrily at his soldiers, "Who released the arrow?"

Not a single one of the more than one hundred city guards uttered a word.

Antis narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Change back to squad mode, each squad leader will check for any strangers in their ranks."

As soon as this was said, a soldier in the city guard immediately crashed through his fellow soldiers next to him, retreating swiftly.

Antis was already prepared at this point. He raised his hand, clutching a small crossbow. The sound of the bowstring vibrating rang out and a silvery white arrow shot at the back of this fleeing soldier. However, this soldier seemed to have Intuitive Reflex, and his body twisted eerily as he ran at a fast pace, barely dodging this silver arrow before disappearing into the darkness.

"Sh, it's either the Assassins Guild or the Guild of Rogues." Antis stroked his eyebrows, extremely unhappy. "When did he get mixed in with my team?"

Then he turned to Roland and Andonara. "Sorry, that really wasn't my guy, I didn't mean to attack directly."

Roland didn't say anything.

Andonara lowered her longsword, a sneer forming at the corners of her lips.

If it wasn't for her quick reaction just now, that silent arrow would have hit Roland's forehead directly.

She had heard that the Golden Sons were immortal, but as a human, the pain was inevitable and it would hurt quite terribly.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Antis sighed and continued, "I'm part of the royal family anyhow, of course. I have the right to arrest you, Roland, there's no need to be so hostile towards me."

"How could Roland be in danger if you hadn't brought people to stop him?" Andonara snorted.

Antis looked at her rather strangely. "Your Highness the Queen, are you speaking for Roland?"

"Yeah, so what?"

Antis frowned. "You're not being held hostage by him?"

"Held hostage?" The queen sneered. "It's safe to say that if I don't want to, no one among my peers can hold me hostage. Even you, known to be a warrior genius rarely seen in a hundred years, are no match for me."

Naturally, Antis didn't believe it, but he spoke in a measured manner. "I've always heard that Her Highness the Queen is a powerful female warrior. Of course, I'm no match for you."

"You speak with tongue in cheek." The queen smiled and shook her head.

Antis shrugged, not embarrassed at being called out on his thoughts. Instead he looked at Andonara curiously and asked, "If Her Highness the Queen is not being held hostage, why are you heading outside the royal city? You're not afraid of being misunderstood by His Majesty the King?"

"No need for him to get the wrong idea—I am eloping with a man."

Antis stared at her with wide eyes.

Roland coughed twice in shock.

"No, she's not, don't believe it." Roland hurriedly explained, "I'm innocent with Her Highness the Queen."

The queen looked at him grudgingly. "You've clearly seen all of someone's body."

Indeed, I saw all of it… Roland opened his mouth and was left speechless.

Antis was so frustrated that he pressed on his brow. He himself was a member of the nobility and knew very well how chaotic the private lives of the nobles was. It was just that there were some things that people understood in their hearts, and it was not good to say them. He had more than a hundred city guards behind him, and everyone had heard. The more people, the more talk. Did he have to kill all the city guards to hide the news?

This was impossible!

"It's good that Her Highness the Queen is not being held hostage." Antis thought for a moment and made a quick decision, not wanting to get involved in this muddle. "Then I'll go back to the capital first."

"You're not arresting us and taking me back?"

Antis shook his head. "My duty is only to be responsible for the safety of everyone in the capital. If Your Highness is not being held hostage, how you act is your decision. It's beyond my duty, nor can I control it."

He waved his hand and was about to head back with his own men.

As he brushed past Roland, he suddenly turned his head and said, "I was quite impressed with you. With Kaka dead, your willingness to come back and avenge his death proved your character. But I didn't expect that you wouldn't avenge him, and instead indulged in lust first. The queen is not like any other noblewoman, and if you engage in illicit relations once or twice now and then, without letting too many people know, perhaps His Majesty the King will turn a blind eye. But if you directly take her away, things will get ugly. The royal family also needs to save face."

It seemed that the other side had really misunderstood.

Roland sighed in his heart. It was just hard to solve such a misunderstanding.

Because of the quest, he had to escort the queen to safety. Moreover, even if there was no quest, a poor woman who might be executed tomorrow was in front of him, he had to save her.

Once the queen was escorted away, the "illicit relations" between the two of them would practically become a fact.

Not only would this affect his reputation among NPCs, there was also even a great possibility that it would make him a target of the royal family.

But he felt that this wasn't a big deal.

In reality, he couldn't be such a hero because he was concerned about his life, his family, and other factors.

However, in this game, in this world… with no threat of death, no family to worry about, and in a situation where there were almost no encumbrances, if he wasn't even willing to stand up and protect a "weak woman," then he really would've had grown a stick for nothing.

This was why he didn't care about Antis's misunderstanding and persuasion. "It's a bit of trouble, but it's better than having a guilty conscience."

"Having illicit relations and eloping, that's having a real guilty conscience, isn't it?" Antis subconsciously felt that something was wrong and retorted.

Roland laughed lightly. "Think whatever you will."

Antis stared deeply at Roland for a while, then finally waved his hand and left with his soldiers.

After Antis left, Andonara walked to Roland's side and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid people will get the wrong idea about you? Or are you willing to get intimate with me now?"

Roland said helplessly, "It doesn't really matter to me whether other people misunderstand or not. Rather, you should have exercised restraint with your words just now, almost making Antis and us fight because of your nonsense. There were so many of them, and if they attacked, I might not have been able to protect you."

"I'm not afraid—I'll protect you." Andonara smiled and said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Didn't I say, no one in the entire capital is a match for me. Although Antis has a lot of men, it wouldn't take much time for me to kill them all."

Roland naturally didn't believe it. "Your Highness the Queen, you're quite a liar."

"You don't believe me?" The look on Andonara's face was quite mischievous.

Roland shrugged.

"Then I'll show you half of my strength."

After Andonara smilingly said this, she pressed her hand on the hilt of her sword and then with a clank, the trees to her right all broke in two.

Trees of all sizes fell down, and thirty meters ahead, within a fan-shaped range of about eighty degrees, everything was severed.

"I can use an attack like that at least ten times a day."

Roland was stunned for a moment, then slowly closed his gaping mouth.

No wonder the Great Swordsman was also one of the three officially certified bug professions.

This power, this attack speed… who was protecting whom?

Without the need for F6's protection, the queen could charge out of the capital by herself.

After a while, Roland looked at her and asked, "Can I use my mental power and detect your rank?"

"Sure."

The queen closed her eyes and tilted her head up a little, looking like she was at his mercy.

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Chapter 236 Feeling Uncomfortable All Over

A thread of mental power gently touched Andonara's forehead, probing her consciousness a little before withdrawing.

Andonara opened her eyes and looked quite happy.

Roland gasped lightly. "Eleventh rank, level eleven… you're actually a Master Swordsman!"

The players' attributes were strong, but Andonara's wasn't bad either, and she was probably an extremely rare talent among NPCs. She was quite young, and she was already level 11, enough to prove how outrageous her talent was.

The Great Swordsman itself was a bug profession, alongside the Saint Samurai and the Summoner. All the players were Warriors for now, and there was no way to assume the profession of a Great Swordsman. There were quite a few Great Swordsmen among the NPCs, but they didn't have the ability to help people change their profession, and the NPC experts who know how to change professions to Great Swordsmen were all in the top ranks of the Mercenary Guild, all above Master level.

In other words, Andonara had the ability to help people change professions.

He suddenly remembered that Princess Veronica was also a Great Swordsman and that Andonara had previously said that Veronica was a student she had taught.

That's quite something…'Roland suddenly thought of something.

"What are your plans after you leave the royal family?"

"None at the moment, do you have any arrangements?"

Roland walked forward slowly as he said, "After you leave the royal family, you have to live in a place that is out of the royal family's reach."

"I'll listen to you."

Roland frowned. The other party's trust made him extremely uncomfortable. This kind of major life event that involved one's own safety and future, how could one just listen to someone else? It hadn't been more than ten hours since the two of them met.

"Your own affairs, you decide."

Andonara said with a matter-of-fact look on her face, "I did decide on my own. I decided to listen to you."

Roland was so helpless that he wanted to bang his head against the wall straight away. "You're a rare Great Swordsman anyhow, and at the Master level, unbelievably strong. Why aren't you a little more independent?"

"Can you not rely on men if you're strong?" Andonara said with a strange look on her face. "If you're strong, you have to fight everything yourself? Roland, I think your words are unreasonable."

Andonara did have a point. Everyone had the right to choose how they lived.

Roland also understood this, but he just felt that it was a bit of a shame that Andonara was so powerful but so insecure and only willing to be the vine of a tree. Otherwise, she should be a rather brilliant, wonderful woman.

Then he sighed helplessly again.

And Andonara looked at him with a smile on her face.

Her expression seemed to say she'd do whatever he said.

Roland opened the quest system and saw that the quest of escorting the queen was still in an unfinished state. After a moment of silence to collect his emotions, he slowly said, "How about you just go to Delpon yourself and stay there first? It's Golden Son territory and it's a remote area, close to the border—it should be somewhat difficult for the royal family to reach there."

Roland thought of Andonara's ability—since she could help people change professions, she could also help players change professions. If he posted this message on the forum, a large number of people would go to Delpon in the future to increase her fondness toward them in order to change professions.

This way, the players would spontaneously protect this "queen" who could help players transfer to the profession of Great Swordsman.

There would absolutely be no problem with security.

Andonara blinked. "Is that where you're based as well?"

Roland nodded.

"That's fine, we'll go there together later." Andonara smiled quite happily.

Just as Andonara finished speaking, Roland received a system notification.

Quest completed: Escort the Queen to a Safe Place.

Received 784 EXP. The fondness of royal forces decreased to -10.

Wait… Roland felt that something was wrong. It was still incomplete before, and the two of them were just walking at a slow pace. They hadn't walked for much distance at all, so there couldn't possibly be the idea of reaching a safe area.

Could it be that the so-called safety didn't refer to certain places or locations, but to Andonara's perception?

Only when she felt that she was safe would the quest be considered complete?

Peace of mind is home?

Roland wasn't sure if he should be happy… He had Andonara's trust, which was really the main factor in completing the quest.

But that trust gave him a sense of burden.

To be honest, he kind of didn't want to carry it.

However, now that it had come to this, he would just have to carry it.

He sighed long and deeply in his heart, and looked to the sky. There were no stars around the silvery crescent moon, it looked very lonely, coupled with the sound of the night wind that whistled from time to time. All of a sudden, Roland actually had the illusion that life was as bleak as snow.

After a moment of sighing, Roland looked down at Andonara and said, "Next, I'm going to get revenge for Kaka, and I'm going to have to fight the Association headquarters, so…"

"Yes, I'll help you kill them," Andonara said without hesitation.

Roland wore a bitter expression. "No, I was going to say, why don't you go to Delpon by yourself first?"

Roland wasn't worried about Andonara's safety. It was unclear in other countries, but a Master-level Great Swordsman in the Kingdom of Hollevin was probably the ceiling of combat power. Her safety on the journey shouldn't be a concern; what should be a concern was the stream of robbers who'd dare to treat her unkindly.

However, unexpectedly, Andonara shook her head gently. "No, I'll follow you into action. Whoever you want to kill, I'll cut them down for you."

"This is the capital, and if the royal family sees that you haven't left and is following a man, they'll probably go crazy, and then we'll have to face two enemies."

"I can mask my face and disguise myself," Andonara said hastily, "and I will never cause you any trouble."

Roland was tempted to say that her following him was already quite a problematic matter.

But then Andonara's expression became a little panicked and worried, and she looked so pitiful that he just couldn't say the words.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Fine, multiple strong combatants will be good for us."

"You're too kind." Andonara smiled and came over to put her arms around Roland.

It was at this moment that a red dragon flew over them. Under the moonlight, the red dragon's wings spread out, appearing immense.

Andonara instinctively stood in front of Roland, her expression nervous. "It's actually a dragon, and a red dragon at that. Roland, let's hide first."

As she spoke, she tugged on Roland's arm, about to go hide in the woods.

Roland shook his head. "This is my friend, he's a Dragon Knight."

Andonara stopped and she looked surprised.

Dragon Knight… that title hadn't existed for over a hundred years.

The red dragon swooped down about ten meters above them.

The strong currents of air could almost blow people away, and on the back of the dragon, Schuck twisted around to look back, while waving at Roland.

His handsome face in the moonlight was as if a god had descended.

Andonara gathered her long hair, which had been disheveled by the strong wind, a look of disgust on her face. "Your friend is so handsome that it makes me uncomfortable."

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Chapter 237 Kill Him

Although Schuck was extraordinarily handsome, human beings had a unique sensory system, and just because his Charm was high didn't mean that all females would like him.

Extreme things could often inspire strong like or dislike.

For example, sweet douhua was delicious, but some people preferred salty douhua and found sweet douhua disgusting.

By the same logic, Schuck could make about twenty percent of girls fall in love with him the moment they saw him, and another twenty percent would also like him after getting to know him.

But that was his best.

Roland would not find it odd whether or not Andonara had feelings for Schuck.

Noticing that Schuck left for the woods, he knew that Husseret had achieved something.

He turned in that direction too.

After all, the epic quest to escort the queen to a safe place had been accomplished. It was not a problem at all to return.

More importantly, Roland found that Andonara was so strong that she didn't need his protection at all.

Walking on foot was naturally not as fast as flying with wings.

So, when Roland arrived at the spot, he saw nothing but the fierce wildfire as well as the bodies of the royal guards.

Most of the bodies were blackened, emitting the fragrance of meat.

Some of them had been slashed or stabbed by sharp weapons.

In the middle of the fire, F6 looked at the dozens of royal guards that had been "surrounded" by them.

At the center of the royal guards was a young man in glamorous clothes who was gnashing his teeth at Betta and Husseret.

The young man also looked fearfully at the hovering red dragon now and then.

Roland and Andonara hid in the shadows in the woods.

Crouching right next to Roland, the queen said in a low voice, "That young man is the second prince."

A prince?

Roland was slightly surprised. "He set up an ambush against us in advance? Why?"

"He has atonement scrolls in his hand. The atonement scrolls your friend got probably came from him." Andonara smiled and said, "He must be here to block me instead of you."

Roland turned around and looked at her in confusion.

"The second prince is a… lustful guy," Andonara said in embarrassment. "He's one of the few people who know my strength. He probably wanted to force me to leave the royal family with the atonement scrolls so that he could kidnap me."

Roland subconsciously felt that it was not right. "You're allowed to do anything with the atonement scrolls, right? Since he's interested in you, was he not scared that someone else would take advantage of you?"

Roland knew very well that Andonara was wearing highly-revealing silk pajamas a few hours earlier.

At that time, Andonara seemed to have given herself up.

"Actually… I would've cut you apart if you had proposed something outrageous. Though I would've been uneasy and scared, I would have tried to escape from the capital on my own." Andonara stuck out her tongue out and said, "But you passed my test, and I like your personality very much."

Well…

Roland had to admit that women were natural-born actresses, and that the more beautiful they were, the more deceptive they would be.

He felt lucky that he was not one of those men who was a slave to their sexual urges.

It seemed that the prince had lost both his woman and his soldiers.

Wait… Andonara was not exactly the second prince's woman. But he still got nothing in the end after all his schemes.

Actually, the queen's guess was only partially correct.

The king did not intend to kill Andonara. It was the second prince who spread the rumor that the king would do so.

The old butler worked for the second prince too.

It was just a show and a chance to distribute the atonement scrolls.

They also implied that the atonement scrolls could only be applied to Queen Andonara.

They planned to force the queen to run, so that the second prince could intercept, capture, and hide her.

As for the ambush… It was because only one of the guard squads would have accepted Husseret's bribery, and those guards were the second prince's men.

Therefore, it was very easy for the second prince to know where Roland was escaping to.

Also, if Roland had watched the livestream, he would've known that the second prince stated to Husseret that he wanted his stepmother not only because she was pretty, but more importantly, because Andonara could raise Great Swordsman.

Veronica was a perfect example.

The second prince intended to train a batch of Great Swordsmen who were absolutely loyal to him so that he could compete with his big brother.

But to the second prince's surprise, he had pissed off the worst enemies. If Roland and his gang weren't involved, his plan could have worked out.

But now, his four hundred guards were almost all dead, and he had been surrounded.

Though F6 had surrounded the second prince, they were faced with a problem too.

Should they kill the second prince or not?

The guy voluntarily asked for brutalization, and they should satisfy the guy's wish.

However, they had no quests about the second prince, and if they killed the second prince, they would be the powerful royal family's sworn enemy.

If it were different circumstances, they could've walked away after pissing off the royal family.

However, they also had to deal with the headquarters of the Association of Mages.

If they killed the second prince, the royal family would definitely stab them in the back when they dealt with the headquarters.

That being said, the royal family had been insulted even if the second prince was left alive. After all, hundreds of royal guards had died.

So, the royal family would probably choose backstabbing if Roland's team was involved in a fight with the headquarters.

The only difference would be the intensity of the royal family's counterattack.

In the chat room of the guild, Husseret pinged Roland and asked, "Do we kill him or not?"

Roland asked, "How many princes are there in the royal family?"

Husseret said, "I'm not sure."

Roland turned around and asked Andonara, "How many princes are there in the royal family?"

"Six, not counting the bastards."

Roland immediately dropped a message in the guild system. "Kill him, but let the surviving royal guards go. If we don't kill the prince, the royal family might think we're weak. We've already pissed them off anyway, so we might as well see how far we can get."

Husseret said, "Copy that!"

The second prince's handsome face was twisted and covered in white ash and black smoke.

He roared, "I'm a royal prince! If you dare to kill me, not only will you die yourselves, but my father will also make your family and friends die miserably."

The second prince, too, knew that his enemies were invulnerable Golden Sons from an alternate dimension, but he was so frightened that he subconsciously resorted to this instinctive threat.

The fire illuminated and reddened his face, almost making it look unreal.

The enormous dragon lunged from the sky.

Scared, the second prince stared at the red dragon, fearing that it would spurt fire at him. The soldiers were scared too.

Nobody dared to overlook a swooping dragon.

But the red dragon only passed over their heads without doing anything.

The second prince's eyes were frozen. An arrow had been shot into his throat without warning.

Soundless Arrow was not the Assassin's unique skill; Hunters were capable of it too. After all, many animals and magical beasts had great hearing, and they could dodge incoming arrows if the arrows were noisy.

The second prince slowly fell backward, his eyes still wide open.

After a brief shock, all of his guards fled in panic.

Very soon, nobody could be seen anymore.

At this point, everybody was exclaiming in the livestream channel.

"They really did it. Awesome. F6 is confronting the royal family!"

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Chapter 238 What Are You Thinking About?

After the livestream, the postman was delighted at the tens of thousands of yuan that he just received in tips.

He then turned off the livestream channel.

The players who had watched the livestream and those who watched the recording at three times the speed continued their discussion on the forum.

The players were all from modern societies that were based on law, but they all had learned history and held a slight reverence for the crown.

Apart from everything else, the royal family was a rather powerful force, which was a fact that everybody acknowledged.

So, the players had intense discussions on the forum about that.

"Would what F6 did further foment the nobles' dissatisfaction with the players? The non-spellcasters are being despised as it is, but after this incident, wouldn't the melee classes be even more biased against us?"

"Does the degree of prejudice really matter?"

"I, for one, think that it's an opportunity for us to make the nobles treat the players fairly."

"We believe in reform. Let's reform this corrupt and underdeveloped alternate world with this opportunity. I believe that our friends from F6 thought the same, or they wouldn't have attacked a prince."

"You're missing the key here. How could you have neglected the queen? She can transform other people into Great Swordsmen! Does anyone want to win her favor together with me?"

"In your dreams! She can only see Roland in her eyes. She eloped with him abandoning her title as the queen."

"You can get any woman if you're skilled enough… Hehe, Roland is not as handsome as Schuck. I think I have a chance."

"Let's hope that you've still alive after you try."

The discussion went off-topic again from here as the players turned to sexual subjects.

Most players believed that what F6 did would change the storyline of the game, but they did not know how great the impact would be.

How great could the impact possibly be?

Hollevin was only a small kingdom. Even if all the nobles in Hollevin rejected the players, so what?

The hardship would be over soon. Besides, the players did not believe that all the nobles were on the same boat.

Wherever there were humans, there was betrayal, and this world was not an exception.

Also, the more powerful a man was, the more likely he would be involved in conflicts of interest.

In the royal palace, the white-haired king was sitting on his bed.

In front of him was a man in a black robe who was on his knee.

He was a loyal assassin that the royal family had raised. He was also responsible for intelligence collection.

"What exactly happened last night?" The king's eyes were clouded, and he did not look very healthy, but he was nonetheless intimidating as a king. "I seemed to have heard dragon roars."

"My king, a red dragon was indeed outside of the city last night, and the second prince died because of that."

It was still dawn, and the king had been rather drowsy after just waking up, but his eyes bulged when he heard that. "What happened?"

The man in the black robe told the king everything he knew.

The king was curious at first, but he calmed down as he listened on.

"The second prince tried to get his stepmother?" The king sneered. "Then he might as well die, though it's a shame that three hundred royal guards were killed with him."

As Andonara said, the king had six legitimate sons, and counting the bastards, there were at least thirteen heirs to the royal bloodline.

It was not really a big deal that the second prince had died.

The man in black lowered his head. He would rather not take part in or listen to the clandestine issues of the royal family, as it was too dangerous.

The king stood up and patted his fat belly, before he asked, "What about that dragon?"

"If our intelligence is correct, it should have been ridden by Schuck, a famous dragon knight in the Church of Light."

The king was surprised. "A dragon knight? There hasn't been one for hundreds of years, no?"

"That's right." The man nodded. "So, the Church of Light has been telling everybody the news, which spread to Hollevin a couple of days ago."

The king frowned. "The Church of Light would be more powerful with a dragon knight."

With his head lowered, the man in black continued, "Also, this Schuck is a newly-promoted Saint Samurai. He seems to be favored by the Goddess of Light."

Hearing that, the king couldn't help but evince shock despite his usual calmness. "A Saint Samurai and a dragon knight, do you know that that means?"

The man in black said slowly, "We've confirmed this again and again."

The king heaved a sigh. "A Saint Samurai plus a dragon knight means it's impossible to avenge my second son."

The Church of Light was only second to the Church of Life in terms of size.

Also, the Saint Samurai had a high position. They were only second to the pope and were on the same level as the Holy Ladies of Light.

They even had more actual power than the Holy Ladies of Light did.

The prince of a small country was really nothing in front of a Saint Samurai.

The man in black dared not say anything.

The room was quiet for a long time, and the king simply stood in a daze.

He seemed quite sorrowful, until he asked casually in the end, "What about Andonara?"

"She seems to be eloping with a Golden Son."

The king thought for a moment and said, "Find a way to tell her that I'm willing to forgive her infidelity even though she ran away with someone as long as she comes back. After all, it was my second son who caused the whole thing. We're at fault."

The man in black robe nodded.

After the man left, the king's face became slightly twisted, but it was soon back to normal.

Very soon, a guard reported that the crown prince wanted to meet him.

"Let him in."

Very soon, a middle-aged man walked in.

He slightly stooped and said, "Father, I'm told that my brother…"

The king waved his hand. "I already know. You'll collect the bodies of the royal guards right now and try to suppress the incident."

"Are we going to do nothing about my brother's death?"

The king looked at him and smiled. "If you're willing to, I won't stop you."

"Oh…" The crown prince was speechless for a moment. Then he said, "We should at least get the queen back."

"You want to look for her?" The king stared at his son with a smile, like a lion king gazing at another male lion.

The prince was rather panicked and slightly lowered his head.

The king knew his son's thoughts too well.

The royal family had always been fully aware of Andonara's capabilities.

They knew that she was a very strong Great Swordsman, and that she could even teach someone else to be one.

However, they had been suppressing her.

After all, it had been no more than four years since Andonara was married, and her loyalty couldn't be confirmed yet. She had to be tamed, whetted, and polished, and the king would not really accept her into the royal family until her loyalty was fully confirmed.

Everything had been going well, until the second prince completely ruined the king's plan.

So, the king was both angry and regretful about his second son's death.

The king thought for a moment and said, "You're free to look for the queen, but she can't just disappear. I want to see her dead or alive, do you understand?"

The crown prince said solemnly, "Yes, Father."

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Chapter 239 Fishing Mages

The capital at this point was not as lively and prosperous as before.

Most people stayed at home, be they regular citizens or small merchants.

The roars at midnight last night had terrified them. They hadn't completely recovered yet.

Margret was still little. As a girl dragon, her might was not enough, but that was only for the professionals.

For most ordinary people, the roars of the girl dragon penetrated their souls and made them unable to sleep at night. They could only shiver in bed with their spouses.

The fear still lingered even though hours had passed.

Those who could resist the might of a dragon were only professionals and the elite, well-trained soldiers who were in large groups.

After all, one tended to be bolder when one was in the company of others.

In the woods a kilometer outside of the city, a gray, square, three-floored building emerged out of nowhere.

It was not very large and covered only slightly more than a hundred square meters, but any place where one could rest in the wilderness was comfortable.

Besides, inside this building, there were chairs, tables, and even food and wine.

The circumstances couldn't be more favorable.

Brazil sighed. "Damn it. Why can't Hunters learn this skill? Not only are we haunted by vermin and beasts in the woods every day, but we can also barely start a fire on a rainy or misty day. If we're lucky, we may find a cave, but if we're not, we can only endure the uncomfortable wetness. Our lives would be much easier if we could create buildings like this."

"I'm told that one of the advanced classes for Hunter is Predator. They seem capable of all skills below level three. Mud to Stone is a level-two spell. You should be able to pick it up by then."

It was Andonara who spoke. Her smile was quite sweet.

However, the atmosphere in the room was slightly awkward.

She was sitting next to Roland, almost stuck to him.

F6 all looked at her in a weird way.

Brazil, who had made a remark just now, did not know what to say.

F6 had been treating her as an NPC, but the queen had somehow turned into Roland's "intimate companion."

So, it was kind of awkward. They couldn't accept her new identity so quickly.

No matter what Roland thought, that was the opinion of the rest of F6.

It was just like the dragon girl… Though everybody agreed that she was Schuck's "friend," they wouldn't talk to her freely most of the time.

Besides, the dragon girl was always nonchalant and never talked to anyone, so F6 never felt awkward.

Andonara, in comparison, was much more talkative.

Schuck and the rest of them looked at Roland.

Roland found it inappropriate too. He thought for a moment and said to his friends, "It's fine. Just treat her as a friend of ours."

He had clarified their relationship to them.

In the eyes of F6, so-called friends in the game all served to expand their social connections.

So, they immediately understood how to keep a distance from Queen Andonara.

Then, the atmosphere was a lot easier.

Husseret said, "Now, let's talk about the headquarters of the Association of Mages. According to the message of the Guild of Rogues, Rourke, Dalton's son, is going to publish his new derivative spell."

Roland frowned coldly.

Andonara looked at him and subconsciously wanted to stroke his eyebrow, but she gave up the thought since so many people were around.

Everybody waited for Roland to speak.

They all knew that Roland's attitude mattered most in this matter.

After a long silence, Roland said, "Let's go with assassination. The headquarters are in the downtown of the capital. If we're engaged in a head-on clash with those Mages, too many civilians would be accidentally killed."

Roland would love to charge into the headquarters openly to unleash his fury, but it would mean a lot of unnecessary casualties. He had to take that into consideration.

"But the problem is that Dalton prefers staying home to going out." Husseret dropped the parchment about Dalton on the table. "He never leaves the capital unless it's for something really important."

"Then we'll find a way to lure him out." Roland asked Husseret, "Does Dalton have any hobbies?"

"He likes to collect powerful magic equipment and models. Does that count?"

"Magic models?" Roland shook his head. "That's easy, but I fear that he might be alarmed. After all, the matter with Kaka was caused by magic models. He should be more prudent now after the first incident.

"We can only choose magic equipment." Roland thought for a moment and continued, "I'll take out the Mind-Calming Necklace. Husseret, you try to draw Dalton to us with that. How about it?"

Schuck remarked, "That's a piece of epic equipment. What if it's lost?"

"That's not a big deal. I can always look for another piece," Roland said unconcernedly. "I'm not in the mood for learning magic without taking care of Kaka's issue."

Schuck nodded. He knew that Roland was a man of his word, so he stopped questioning him.

Husseret thought for a moment and grabbed the Mind-Calming Necklace. "Rest assured, I'll get it done."

Andonara listened and watched Roland throw the piece of powerful magic equipment to Husseret casually.

As a Master, she could tell how good the magic equipment was.

It was possible that a family or a whole city would be wiped out just in order to get such a piece of great equipment.

Yet, Roland gave it away just like that.

They seemed to trust each other too much.

Were Golden Sons all so loyal to each other?

At this point, Betta said, "Are we done? Let's make barbecue then. I've prepared beef, mutton, pork. and spices. We'll enjoy a delicious meal!"

F6 were all rendered speechless by the foodie.

In the next five days, the dragon never showed up again, and people gradually recovered from their fright.

Dalton had been worried that whoever was behind Kaka would come for him. He had prepared two plans. Firstly, he could offer valuable terms and conditions. He believed that the guy's support for Kaka definitely had a price.

But of course, if the guy was so greedy that his demand was unacceptable, he still had a backup plan.

It had been one month since Kaka's death, but nobody had shown up yet.

His investigation suggested that Kaka must've been backed by the Golden Sons, who were a troublesome group.

A few days earlier, some Golden Sons kidnapped the queen.

The queen had accused Kaka earlier. Did they think that the queen was the culprit?

It would be great if that were the case

Thank you for taking the blame for me, Queen Andonara. I'll be grateful for you.

With a smile, he watched the release ceremony of the new magic model, knowing that his son would be well-acknowledged as a genius soon.

At this point, someone who looked like a magic apprentice came in and said, "Sir, I've got a piece of interesting news."

"Speak." Dalton did not raise his head.

"It's said that an ancient tomb was unearthed thirty kilometers away from the capital, and a team of adventurers found a piece of powerful magic equipment in it." The magic apprentice said in a low voice, "But they were defeated by the guards in the tomb, and they're planning to try again."

Dalton immediately laughed. "That must be a rumor. If the magic equipment is so awesome, they would be looking for help in secret instead of letting everybody know about it."

The magic apprentice, however, continued, "They didn't let everybody know about it. I'm the only one who knows apart from you, sir."

"Huh?" Dalton grew interested.

The magic apprentice proudly told Dalton how he acquired the intelligence.

As it turned out, the magic apprentice ran into a mercenary he knew by chance on the street. The mercenary seemed to be in a hurry.

They talked for a while and the mercenary intended to leave, but the magic apprentice insisted on buying him a drink.

The mercenary got drunk very quickly, partly because the magic apprentice toasted too much.

After he was drunk, the mercenary cockily described what he ran into in the previous day in a low voice.

Then, the magic apprentice immediately put the mercenary to sleep and came to report to Dalton.

Dalton smiled after hearing that. "It must be fake. The mercenaries always exaggerate. The magic equipment must be a common gadget, if it's a piece of magic equipment at all."

The magic apprentice, slightly frustrated, hummed a response and backed off.

Dalton did not consider it a big deal.

However, the magic apprentice was different. He didn't think that his mercenary friend was a liar.

Besides, it was difficult to lie when one was drunk.

He thought that he should look for more evidence. If the magic equipment was a real thing, he would definitely be acknowledged by the chairman.

The magic apprentice found the mercenary again.

At this point, the mercenary had just woken up, still drunk.

He had slept for four hours on the table.

The magic apprentice, however, immediately filled a cup for the mercenary. "Let's keep going! Don't say that you're too drunk to have any more."

"I'm not drunk at all!" the mercenary shouted crazily, as it was humiliating and unmanly for a mercenary to be drunk. He shouted, "Give me more!"

The magic apprentice asked the tavern boss to serve the hardest liquor.

Half an hour later, the mercenary's face was as red as a boiled crab, and he seemed to be falling asleep again.

Seeing that it was about enough, the magic apprentice asked in a low voice, "Brother, can you really prove that you found something awesome? You weren't lying, were you?"

"No… Not at all…"

The mercenary fumbled in his pocket, but he was so drunk that it took him a very long time before he finally took out a parchment, and he even dropped it a moment later.

He stooped, trying to pick it up, but the moment he lowered his head, he fell under the table and fell asleep.

The magic apprentice picked up the parchment.

It was old and yellow. He felt it would be broken if he handled it carelessly.

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Chapter 240 - Bait Biting

After the magic apprentice gave the old parchment to Dalton, Dalton had to consider if the whole thing was real even though he was not fully convinced.

The parchment was apparently ancient, and the words on it awed Dalton as they were written in Ancient Elvish.

Only three people in all of Hollevin knew Ancient Elvish.

Two of them were elsewhere, and only the last was in the capital.

Touching the parchment, Dalton said to the magic apprentice excitedly, "Come to Master Irwin's manor with me."

The magic apprentice was delighted. "As you wish."

Getting into the carriage with some simple but considerate gifts, Dalton visited Master Irwin.

Irwin was not a professional, but he was one of the nobles.

In this dark feudal society, only the offspring of the nobles and the big merchants were qualified to learn how to read.

Not everybody could pay a tuition fee of one gold coin for a hundred words.

Arriving at a mid-sized manor in the rich neighborhood in the north of the city, Dalton got off and informed the guard of who he was.

The guard soon returned with the butler.

Politely, the middle-aged butler invited Dalton and the magic apprentice into the manor.

Then, Dalton met an old man with a white beard in a side room at the manor.

This side room was essentially Irwin's study. It was rather big, but it was nearly filled with shelves that were laden with books.

Some of the books were in parchment, some in papyrus, and some were even in the white paper of the elves.

As a result, the room smelled funny.

But Dalton did not really care. Nobody would.

For them, it was the fragrance of knowledge.

Irwin was studying something in front of a big desk where an assortment of books and paper had been piled.

Noticing the presence of newcomers, he raised his head. His long beard seemed disproportionate to his slim body.

"Welcome to my study, Mr. Dalton." Irwin rose and slightly bowed. "How may I help you?"

Dalton smiled. "I'm just here to have a chat with you, Mr. Irwin."

Irwin was naturally unconvinced.

As a minor noble, he was only appreciated by the grand nobles for his extraordinary knowledge, but not very much.

Unless they encountered something they couldn't understand, those grand nobles would barely visit his study that was filled with a weird stink.

After all, few of them had even invited him to dinner.

"Sorry, Mr. Dalton, but I have important studies to work on, so I'm afraid I don't have time for chit-chat."

Looking at the skinny Irwin, Dalton smiled and said, "I'm indeed here for something. Here's an elvish book that my man found, I'm hoping that you could translate it for us."

Irwin seemed delighted. "A book of the elves? Give it to me."

He was very excited.

Dalton gave the old parchment book to him.

Irwin opened it quickly, his eyes glittering.

"It's indeed Ancient Elvish, but there are a lot of uncommon words that I don't recognize."

"This is the biography of a female general named Cocoyala. Well… I think I saw the name somewhere before."

"Wait, the content of the book changed."

As he turned the pages, Irwin's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"The latter half of the book is about the life of an elven captain who was promoted to be a ranger commander."

"Hiss. Magic equipment with special powerful abilities?"

"A necklace?"

"I think I've read it somewhere before."

Irwin scratched his head hard. "The uncommon words are really a headache, Mr. Dalton. Can I have the book for a while and give it back to you when it's fully translated?"

"Not a problem." Dalton nodded and was about to leave.

He was already half convinced.

"Wait! I remember it now!"

Irwin slapped his thigh and jumped to his feet. He ran to a bookshelf and found another parchment book.

This book looked quite ancient too.

Irwin opened it softly. It was written in Ancient Elvish too.

"In this book, a female general named Cocoyala gave the Mind-Calming Necklace, her favorite magic equipment, to a ranger commander. It seems that those two books are connected. Mr. Dalton, can I keep your book to crosscheck them?"

"Not a problem."

Dalton nodded and left with the magic apprentice.

Irwin studied the newly-acquired Ancient Elvish book in fascination until midnight.

He had some snacks and returned to his bedroom. He found a young man in a black robe sitting inside.

Irwin was not scared or nervous at all. He slowly sat down in front of the young man.

"You are a good actor, sir."

Irwin chuckled. "Whoever has lived more than seventy years will be good at acting."

"Actually, Dalton returned three hours ago and observed you with Secondary Stealth. I noticed him, but I didn't dare to approach him."

The man in black was Husseret.

Every Archmage had innate spells that could be triggered, and it was difficult to assassinate them. Husseret only managed to discover Dalton because he was better at stealth and the Rogues were sensitive.

However, he couldn't simply assassinate Dalton. The guy was much stronger than him, and he would only alarm him.

Irwin smiled. "I guessed it."

That was why Irwin had been staying in his study as if he were deeply immersed in the new book.

"This is the reward that we promised."

Thirty gold coins were put on the table.

Irwin nodded.

Husseret then jumped off from the window and disappeared in midair.

Most Rogue players had chosen the skill build of Stealth-Treasure-Hunting-Theft-Pillage-Hidden-Door-Localization-Unlocking, which focused on individuals.

But Husseret was different. He had chosen the skill build of Stealth-Advanced-Stealth-Anti-Stealth-Advanced-Anti-Stealth-Trap-Searching-Trap-Eloquence for dungeon raids.

Walking in the darkness, few people noticed him.

It was not until he approached the stone building in the wood that Margret spotted him.

Dragons' eyes were naturally endowed with True Vision, allowing them to see through most stealth skills.

Margret only peeped at Husseret, then ignored him.

Andonara was the second to find Husseret. Her level was high, and as a Great Swordsman, she had better hearing. She noticed Husseret when he was ten meters away.

Roland was the last.

The field of Roland's mental power had a radius of around five meters when he was fully relaxed, allowing him to vaguely perceive Husseret's arrival.

Then, Husseret suddenly appeared before them.

None of F6 were scared, but Brazil's contracted leopard jumped back in fear and growled with raised hackles.

It didn't relax until Brazil petted and reassured it.

Accepting the skewers that Betta gave him, Husseret looked odd. "Roasted locusts?"

Betta nodded quickly. "Yes. They're quite delicious."

Over the past few days, Betta had been a bane to the creatures in the woods. He roasted everything he caught.

But the food was all very delicious. It was hard to tell where he got all the seasonings.

Husseret shook his head. He took a bite of the roasted locusts, only to find that they were greasy and tasty.

While having a roasted rabbit, Roland asked, "How did it go?"

"The bait has been released," Husseret said with a smile. "The guy is very interested too. Now, it's time to let him see the bait."

Andonara was eating roasted meat like a lady. She asked, "Would Dalton send someone to check it out?"

"As a cautious man, he certainly would."

"But there are no tomb guards in that cave, and none of us is capable of dark magic." Andonara looked around.

Husseret smiled. "It doesn't matter. All we need to do is to let his scout see the equipment being moved out of the cave."

F6 immediately understood what Husseret was up to, but Andonara had to think for a while before she found the answer.

Obviously, she was not as smart as them.

As for Margret, she had no response at all, as she was too busy eating the food. She had the smallest body size in her human form, but she ate the most.

She had finished at least fifteen kilograms of roasted locusts from morning to dusk, but she did not seem satisfied.

All the insects had been caught by her in person.

She couldn't refuse the food after tasting it for the first time.

In the headquarters of the Association of Mages, the magic apprentice rushed into Dalton's study and said, "Sir, the mercenaries are gone. I asked the city guards. They left the city in a hurry."

"It seems that they realized that we might compete with them." Dalton nodded. "Don't worry, I've sent someone to follow them."

The magic apprentice was deeply relieved.

As the chairman of the Association of Mages, Dalton had a lot of men at his disposal.

Some of the city guards were his spies. They had been hiding very well, and Antis couldn't find them out.

If the whole thing was real, they would report it back very soon.

Soon, Irwin's butler visited Dalton with the new translation in the evening.

According to the Ancient Elvish words, the necklace that Cocoyala gave the ranger commander was a piece of epic equipment that could store tremendous magic power for future usage.

Why would a ranger need tremendous magic power?

But Dalton immediately remembered that elves were natural-born magicians, and that whatever class they were, they could use some spells.

The magic power that was tremendous for the elves must be stupendous for human beings. Could that be stored?

At this point, his spy at the city gate arrived and reported, "Sir, they're fighting amongst themselves. That piece of magic equipment is real. It's really good."

Dalton rose and asked earnestly, "Tell me the details."

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Chapter 241 Press You to the Ground

The spy had been following the mercenary squad.

After the magic apprentice took away the Ancient Elvish book and left the tavern, the mercenary was found by his friend and beaten up. Then, they yelled at each other and left for the woods outside of the capital.

The spy followed them and watched them enter the cave.

He waited outside until he saw the mercenaries leave the cave and have a fight. One of the Mages among the mercenaries heavily wounded a few of his teammates. When he was out of magic, he pinched the necklace in his hand, and he was immediately filled with magic power and became as energetic as before.

Because the spy was too close, the Mage spotted them, and they could only escape first.

Dalton's heart was on fire after the spy's tale.

Any Mage would've been excited by a piece of magic equipment crafted by elves that could store magic power.

Now, Dalton had been fully convinced.

The Ancient Elvish checked out, the mercenary checked out, and his spy was very loyal and unlikely to deceive him.

He took a deep breath. Although he was trying to hold it back, delight and earnestness were surfacing on his face.

"Point to me where the Mage went to."

The spy pointed at the north.

"You've done a good job." Dalton smiled at the spy.

"It's an honor to serve you, sir."

The spy lowered his head happily.

With a smile, Dalton pointed his staff at the spy.

A few Arcane Bullets had been saved in the staff.

They were very close to each other, and the Arcane Bullets were famous for their speed, so the spy was swallowed by a few rainbows before he had any time to react.

Because he was not exempted from the obliteration feature of the Arcane Bullets, the spy was simply reduced to ashes.

Apart from their speed and destruction, the Arcane Bullets also had the feature of obliteration, although it could only be triggered on the victims who had little magic resistance and who were in poor health.

Odds were little to none that the feature could be triggered on a professional.

In comparison, Finger of Death, a level-five spell, had much better chances of obliteration.

Dalton opened the window and soared to the sky with a flight spell of the wind class.

The ashes in the room was also blown out of the window by displaced air and dispersed into the sky.

At this point, the mercenary group came to the rendezvous point. They all seemed to have been terribly wounded, but they would actually be healed in a day or two.

The Mage of the squad reluctantly gave his necklace to Roland, before they all left with twenty gold coins.

Dalton rushed across the sky to the woods in the north. Very soon, he established a web with his mental power to search for his target.

The mental power web of a Master was as massive as Roland's.

Very soon, he noticed a feeble magic wave that was slowly moving forward. As if the guy sensed the mental power web, he began to flee faster.

How could you outrun someone who was flying?

Dalton smiled confidently and chased the target.

When he was above the feeble mental power, Dalton chanted while flying and threw out an orange fireball the size of a basin a second later.

After an intense explosion, a pit about three meters in diameter appeared, and the trees nearby all collapsed.

Fire magic was splashing everywhere.

The fireball had landed somewhere ahead of the target.

Dalton did not miss the target; he did it on purpose, fearing that he might break the precious magic equipment.

Then, Dalton landed and blocked the way of the Mage, whose mental power was weak.

Dalton had expected to see a panicked runner, but to his surprise, the young man was staring at him unusually calmly in a bright gray magic robe.

Dalton felt that something was wrong, but his eyes glittered when he saw the magic necklace in Roland's hand.

Though he was several meters away, he could sense the intense aura of magic from the magic necklace.

It was indeed a piece of equipment that could store magic power.

For a Mage, magic power was the foundation of everything. Without it, they couldn't cast any spell however powerful it was.

Magic power was attack, defense, and life.

"Young man, hand it over," Dalton said kindly. "You know what I'm talking about. You can't get away after stealing an artifact from the Association of Mages."

His kindliness and casualness suggested that he felt that everything was under control.

Roland waved the necklace at Dalton and slowly put it on his own neck.

His movement was slow but steady, filled with mockery.

Dalton's face contorted. He said with a faint smile, "Young man, you don't seem to be very smart."

Roland chuckled. "Kaka Bard sends his regards from the underworld!"

Dalton knew that it was a trap the moment he heard that. He suddenly raised his staff and pointed it at Roland.

A dozen rainbows were unleashed at Roland, with long exhaust flames behind.

But in the next second, a blue puppet with a shield appeared out of nowhere and took all the magic bullets.

Generally speaking, the spells stored in a staff couldn't be too powerful, although they could often catch the enemy unprepared.

The magic resistance of the shielded puppet was more than enough to block them.

Dalton was surprised to see the blue puppet.

Wasn't this… the derivative spell model that Young Bard submitted?

Was this guy the real creator of the derivative spell?

Run!

Now that this guy was bold enough to trick him to come here, it wouldn't be easy for him to escape.

If he stayed any longer, something might happen to him.

Dalton immediately soared to the sky, but when he was only ten meters high, someone announced behind him in a magnetic voice, "Decree: No Flying!"

Dalton immediately sensed that a strange force was pressing him down.

Decree? A Saint Samurai?

While trying to resist the invisible force, Dalton struggled to turn around, only to see a young man in platinum armor behind him.

The man was holding a heavy sword and emitting bright golden rays of light.

Damn it! He's really a Saint Samurai!

It was a trap against him. Even his flight spells of the wind class had been taken into consideration.

He tried his best to summon his magic power to resist the divine power of the Decree.

It was a direct competition of strength. Decree: No Flying could only suppress the flight spells that were weaker than itself.

It remained to be seen who was stronger.

Although Schuck was only Level Five and Dalton was Level Ten, thanks to the high attribution growth of the Golden Sons and the unimaginable class buff of the Saint Samurai, Schuck was actually slightly stronger than Dalton despite the major gap between their levels.

As a result, Dalton, frightened, watched himself to be pressed back to the ground from midair.

The whole process took slightly more than four minutes.

In the meantime, Roland simply observed in silence without doing anything.

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242 Shattered

Dalton's face was as red as a monkey's butt after he was pressed to the ground by Decree: No Flying.

It was not exactly because he was embarrassed, but because he had exerted too much of his strength just now.

He looked at the Saint Samurai far away, who didn't do anything else after pressing him to the ground.

At the same time, another five men appeared around him. All of them looked quite strong.

Most importantly, he even saw Queen Andonara.

Before, it was he who ordered Andonara's kidnapping.

All of the strangers kept a distance from him.

Dalton felt that he knew their intention. "Do you want to duel me?"

"Duel?" Roland chuckled and said, "That's one way to look at it."

"Will you let me go if I win?"

"How is that possible?" Roland smiled indifferently. "If I can't defeat you, my friends will attack you together. The result will be the same for you."

"But you will die too. If I can't live, I can kill some of you with self-detonation." Dalton persuaded them calmly. "You're all very young. Why do you want to waste your lives on a dying old man?"

He then glanced at Andonara. "However much the Bards or the queen has paid you, I'm willing to pay double."

Hehehe! You're threatening a player?

Roland's laughter was lower and not unpleasant, but it was rather nasty to Dalton.

Gloomily, Dalton was of a mind to burn the arrogant boy into ashes, but the shielded puppet before the guy meant that his low-level effects would be nullified.

Dalton looked around and summoned a magic puppet with a shield too.

Although the two puppets were almost identical, the one before Roland was obviously deeper in color and seemed more condensed.

Dalton had offered his terms, but nobody bothered to talk to him.

Betta even took out a skewer of roasted locusts from the system backpack and observed the show while enjoying the food.

The long silence made Dalton feel awkward.

Dalton took a deep breath. "I don't understand what Kaka Bard gave you to make you so stubborn. I can definitely offer whatever he gave you."

Roland kept smiling. "You can't understand it."

"How can I understand it if you don't tell me anything?" Dalton was even more annoyed.

The guy was very calm and showed nothing but a smiling expression.

The guy's casualness suggested that he was determined to kill him.

Holding his staff tightly, Dalton considered how to combine his spells in order to defeat the enemy and escape from the siege.

Everything would be fine as long as he could escape.

At this point, Roland raised his hands and opened them.

A blue fireball appeared in his hands and grew larger quickly.

A good chance!

Seeing that Roland was chanting, Dalton launched yet another attack.

He pointed both his staff and his left hand.

From his two hands, two torrents of magic bullets went in two directions, before they took a turn and attacked Roland from two sides simultaneously.

Dual Casting… This was a rare magic specialty.

As the chairman of the Association of Mages, Dalton definitely had capabilities of his own.

The magic bullets were quite fast. The queen subconsciously covered her mouth, fearing that Roland might be hurt.

Though the Golden Sons would never die, she would still feel pained if Roland was hurt.

Dalton seemed rather cocky. He had envisioned Roland's death, because it was barely possible to cast another spell while chanting. Besides, when so much magic power was dispersed after being concentrated, it would likely cause a severe mental recoil to the spellcaster.

However, when the two torrents of magic bullets were about to hit Roland, two puppets appeared at Roland's sides and blocked all the magic bullets with their shields.

Two shielded puppets?

Dalton was greatly shocked.

At this point, Roland's blue fireball had expanded to one meter in diameter.

Damn it!

Even though he was a dozen meters away, Dalton could sense the horrifying magic inside the fireball. He even detected heat spreading from that direction.

Run!

Dalton immediately jumped. He subconsciously tried to fly away, only to fall again.

He glared at Schuck in this distance. Decree: No Flying was still working.

He cast a fiery barrier to protect himself, before he squatted and laid his hands on the mud.

"Mud Transformation!"

A long and narrow swamp appeared before Dalton.

Caught in the mud, Roland began to sink.

Roland looked around and snapped his finger with his left hand, which was empty. He suddenly flashed to the meadow fifteen meters to his left.

But his fireball was not disrupted at all. The magic power was still accumulating.

"That's impossible!" Dalton shouted in fear. "How can you possibly chant the fireball while teleporting? That's a trick that even the elves are incapable of."

Though Dalton had a Dual Casting specialty, he could only cast the same spell with both hands, and its power would be reduced by twenty percent.

If the power of his regular magic bullets was "1," its power would be "0.8*2" under Dual Casting.

The increase of power was not too great. The real purpose of Dual Casting was to attack continuously and from different angles.

Dual Casting was itself an advanced specialty, but Roland's Teleportation while he was preparing a fireball was completely against the common sense of spellcasters.

It was almost impossible. No wonder Dalton lost his cool.

Dalton had investigated with his mental power and found that Roland was level five at best. Logically, this man should be far weaker than him. But although the additional magic puppet blocking the bullets just now could be explained with Delayed Casting, it was impossible to explain the Teleportation spell.

Something was greatly wrong with this guy. The more Dalton thought about it, the more terrified he was.

He turned around and tried to flee, but the eight people around him blocked all directions.

He immediately made a decision.

He would try to break free from the queen's direction.

After all, she was the only woman here.

Besides, the queen had lived in the royal palace for a long time. Even though she had been a Warrior before that, how strong could she possibly be at this point?

He rushed at the queen and chanted spells in a low voice while he was running.

After a dozen steps, a whirlwind more than two meters tall came into being before him.

Consuming the branches of the trees nearby, the whirlwind swept at the queen.

The whirlwind moved at more than 25 meters per second, and it soon reached the queen.

The queen, however, combed her hair that was messed up by the wind with her left hand and drew her sword with her right hand.

A silver light struck, up to down.

The vertical aura of the sword flew even faster and cut the moving whirlwind in half.

The whirlwind immediately vanished.

The sword aura, on the other hand, pressed on and nearly hit Dalton.

Dalton, frightened, hurried to stop, and the sword aura disappeared when it was fifteen centimeters from his nose's tip.

Andonara winked at Dalton in a flirtatious way and put her sword back into the sheath.

"You can't be the queen. The queen can't be so strong," Dalton roared. "Who are you?"

Andonara rolled her eyes, not interested in talking to him at all.

At this point, Dalton turned around, only to discover in shock that Roland's fireball was three meters in diameter.

Dalton was trembling. He could sense the horrifying magic power within the fireball.

He turned around and fled again, this time toward Betta.

Betta was still chewing on the roasted locusts at this point. He did not seem to be a competent warrior.

But at this point, Roland finally took action.

The big blue fireball was thrown.

The enormous fireball chased after Dalton in a curve as if it were a guided missile.

A powerful Mage could rectify the trajectory of the spells they had already cast with mental power.

Dalton was a traditional Mage who was not athletically impressive. Now that his flight spells were neutralized, his speed was not worth mentioning.

He had only run five meters when the big fireball was two meters behind him.

Dalton already sensed that his back was being scorched by magic.

The terrifying magic crashed into his back like a mountain.

The fear of death twisted Dalton's face.

"Fiery Barrier! Magic Barrier! Frost Barrier! Arcane Shield! Fortification! Continuous Healing!"

Dalton unleashed all his potentials and cast all the defensive spells he was capable of on himself, seeking a chance at survival.

But his efforts were in vain.

The blue fireball hit Dalton's back at a high speed.

The blue magic shield was immediately broken, and the ice shield and the fiery barrier were more vulnerable than glass to the fireball.

The blue fireball then exploded.

After a deafening sound, as if a cannon had been fired right next to their ears, everybody could see nothing but a white flash.

In the end, the hot waves spread out to all directions like a tsunami.

Everybody, including Roland himself, was flung away by the blast, except Andonara who managed to keep herself steady.

A round pit thirty meters in diameter, from which magma was still flowing out, emerged on the ground.

Roland and the rest of them stood up from the ground, their faces all covered in ash.

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The center of the explosion was still releasing enough heat to keep anyone from getting close. Li Lin wiped his face and looked at the pit regretfully. "Both he and his equipment are ashes now. I was hoping that I could loot some extraordinary equipment from his body."

Betta patted his chest fearfully. He had been blown away when he was eating the roasted food, and the skewers nearly stabbed his eyes.

Schuck looked at the pit and felt shocked too. "They say that Saint Samurai is one of the three OP classes, but I think that Mage is the real OP one."

The queen was barely affected, but she also pursed her lips at the red magma at the bottom of the pit.

Roland was actually no match for her. She could've killed Roland in a dozen ways when Roland was accumulating power for his spell. The Great Swordsman always had the most various and effective methods of attack.

However, it was impossible for a Great Swordsman like her to perform such a daunting attack, not even if she were to become a Legend.

She might be able to do that when she became a Demigod.

But for now, she could only dream of being a Demigod.

After the initial surprise, Andonara's eyes were even brighter when she looked at Roland.

She had liked Roland not because Roland was strong but because of Roland's attitude toward her. Actually, as a young, level-eleven Great Swordsman, she could go anywhere she wanted.

What she lacked was merely a sense of safety that only a responsible man could give her.

However, it didn't mean that she didn't want her man to be strong.

Margret, who was standing next to Schuck, seemed warier than before. She had observed the whole incident from behind Schuck's back.

As a queen of the red dragons and a creature on the top of the pyramid, Margret had always despised human beings.

She came to the human world only because there was more fun to be had here.

Schuck was the first man that she respected and liked. After all, Schuck was too handsome in her eyes.

She wasn't interested in any of Schuck's friends, and she had always been reluctant to talk to the so-called Golden Sons.

However, Roland's fireball just now made her feel death.

Even though she was strongly resistant to fire as a red dragon, she knew that she couldn't have survived that magic attack.

An adult red dragon might've been able to take it, but the problem was that Roland still had a lot of potential.

When Roland became a Master, even an adult dragon wouldn't be able to take an accumulated fireball from him. If he ever became a Legend… her father, the current king of the red dragons, would have to flee. Even the elder dragons had to consider carefully before dealing with him.

Thinking about that, Margret wondered if it was wrong of her to underestimate Schuck's friends.

They observed the pit for a while and put out the fire in the woods. Then, Schuck asked, "What do we do next? Destroy the Association of Mages?"

"That's unnecessary. Too many people would be killed." Roland shook his head. "The culprit is dead. Let's prune the crooked branches next, for example, Dalton's unworthy son."

"All right, I'm on it," Husseret said with a smile. "I'll find out who in Dalton's family deserves death."

Two days passed. Dalton, the general chairman of the Association of Mages, was found missing.

Two days earlier, the other five Archmages in town all sensed his magic from the north of the city, and an intense explosion spread out of the woods at the time.

After the chairman was confirmed to be missing, investigators were sent to the woods.

But they found nothing but an enormous pit that was slightly wavy. There was no sign of the chairman.

The investigators were 100% sure that the pit was created with magic, because a lot of fire elements still lingered on the spot.

Then, the investigators announced that Dalton was probably in danger.

However, anybody who was not an idiot knew that Dalton had probably been killed.

The enormous pit could've only been caused by a Mage above the Master tier with a spell above five rings.

The result was obvious.

Considering that the royal family lost the second prince as well as more than three hundred guards earlier, it made sense that an enemy was going against certain forces in the capital.

Undercurrents were surging in the capital of Hollevin at this point.

In a large manor in a rich neighborhood at the west of the city, Rourke was in a daze.

His father had disappeared. Many enemies and even acquaintances had been trying to swallow his family's properties.

His mother dealt with them. But his mother was a noble lady who had never taken charge of such issues until this moment. She was under a lot of pressure.

Not every female had the qualities of a queen.

Rourke could not idle by while other people appropriated his family's properties. He tried to reach out to his friends.

But he didn't find any. His friends were either sick or out of town.

He certainly did not buy that.

Rourke sighed and left his house.

The courtyard of his house had always been crowded with nobles and ass-kissing Mages, but nobody was around now.

It was chilly. Very chilly.

When he walked out of his house, he saw a man in a black robe ahead.

The man looked grim and unfriendly.

Subconsciously, Rourke wanted to step back inside his manor, but something the man said made him stop.

"Do you want to know why your father died?"

His eyes bloodshot, Rourke snarled like a wild cat, "What did you say?"

The man shook his head and said, "Do you want to talk to me somewhere else?"

Gloomily, Rourke stared at the man, but nodded his head in the end.

They came to a small lake nearby. Few people passed this place, and it was very quiet.

Rourke had been gazing at the man, ready to use his magic scroll if something went wrong.

He was an elite Mage anyway, he could protect himself.

"My name is Husseret. In the way you address us, I'm a Golden Son," said the man casually.

After a brief shock, Rourke grew even more vigilant.

The Golden Sons were now famous all over the capital.

He was told that the queen was kidnapped by the Golden Sons after they killed the second prince, but oddly enough, the royal family did not plan any retaliation.

Was his father's death related to them?

It was only his guess, but what the man said next twisted his face.

"Your father, Dalton, was killed by one of my brothers."

After a brief silence, Rourke roared, "I'm going to kill you pieces of sh*t!"

He reached for his pockets and was about to tear the magic scroll apart.

But his enemy was even faster. The man crossed several meters in the blink of an eye and kicked Rourke right in his genitals.

Rourke immediately collapsed to the ground, blushing. He wanted to scream but he couldn't.

Eventually, he could only writhe while holding his groin.

Husseret, on the other hand, stood aside in silence with a weird smile.

After a long time, the pain finally receded, and Rourke looked at the man and roared angrily while his legs were still shaking, "You shameless scoundrel."

"Are you calmer now?" Husseret smiled. "If not, I wouldn't mind giving you another kick."

Rourke's face immediately paled.

"Then let's continue," Husseret said. "Your father was killed by my brother, but that was because he killed Kaka Bard for Kaka's derivative spell model, and Kaka Bard was my brother's friend."

"You killed my father for a derivative spell?" Rourke struggled to his feet and shed tears. "My father was such a great man…"

"Your father killed Kaka for a new derivative spell. Why can't other people kill him for the same reason? Revenge is justified."

"I don't buy it!" Rourke roared. "My father was a good man!"

"Where do you think the derivative spell you're learning right now is from?"

Rourke was immediately stunned. After a long time, he asked, his lips quivering, "The derivative spell model for the magic puppet?"

Husseret nodded.

Rourke felt frustrated and disappointed.

He wondered what he should do.

He knew that Kaka Bard died an uncanny death, and he even laughed at the guy's fate when he chit-chatted with his friends.

But now, someone was telling him that Kaka Bard was killed by his father, who had always been gentle and kind and never reprimanded anyone?

And it was only for a derivative spell model?

Rourke fell to his knees. His eyes were filled with tears and his vision got fuzzier and fuzzier.

"We had thought to kill most of Dalton's family. After all, if Dalton was so vicious, we inferred that his family should be like him." Husseret's voice became more and more distant. "But after investigation, I found that most people in your family could almost be called good people. You never hurt anyone, and the worst thing your mother ever did was beat up a maid who stained her clothes, but she didn't kill her and even offered her balm afterward.

"Although it was just crocodile tears, you're still much better than other nobles.

"So, stop thinking about revenge. It's pointless because the Golden Sons are undying. You might as well focus on helping your mother and preventing your family from being overtaken by other nobles."

Husseret's voice grew further and further away, until Rourke eventually passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself in his own bedroom.

The familiar environment almost made him feel that he had a nightmare.

But seeing his cloak on the bed covered in mud, he knew that it was not an illusion.

With a miserable smile, Rourke looked out of the window, surprised.

"Golden Sons, are you angels or devils?"

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Dalton's disappearance and the decline of his family were heated topics in the capital.

Even more interestingly, Rourke, Dalton's only son, stood out when his family was in peril. He managed to get a few supporters for his family with diplomatic skills at the cost of some of his family's interests. In the end, he successfully saved half of his family's interests and influence.

Although the temporary decline was unavoidable, there was still hope for his family to rise again later.

In any case, Rourke had made a name for himself. Earlier, people had thought that Rourke was only a baby bird under the wings of the eagle that was Dalton, but now, a lot of nobles, including the royal family, believed that he was a mature head of a family now.

Many nobles thought that he was a good candidate for a marriage alliance.

Roland and his crew spent a few days in the capital. Seeing that Rourke and the royal family had no intention to retaliate, they decided to retreat.

The members of F6 each had their own business. Roland planned to go back to Delpon to continue his magic studies.

He had planned to teleport back, but the queen insisted on going with him. So, he could only use Teleportation once outside of the city to record the coordinates of the capital.

They had hired a carriage and were leaving the capital, when Andonara, who was looking out of the window excitedly, exclaimed and said, "Stop. Roland, I need to go out."

Roland craned his head and found a small squad next to the road.

They were Veronica in a princess's long dress and about twenty guards.

"You can go."

Andonara blinked her eyes at Roland gratefully, before she jumped off and walked to Veronica.

"You're waiting for me?" Andonara looked at her former student.

Veronica took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know what you're doing?"

She seemed angry and regretful.

"Of course I do."

"Do you not feel guilty for abandoning your husband and your daughter just like that?"

"The royal family wronged me in the first place. Why are you talking like I'm the bad guy here?" Andonara said with a smile. "Besides, have you ever called me your mother? You never even called me Madam."

"Mother! Mother! Mother!" Veronica roared with a red face, before she looked at Andonara embarrassedly. "Are you happy now?"

The vague smile on Andonara's face was gone. She said solemnly, "Though it's rather late, I'm happy that you're willing to call me Mother. I tried to be your mother a year ago, but His Majesty did not seem to have feelings for me. I was just a toy for him when he felt lonely. He barely talked to me."

"My father is old and not as capable in that aspect as before! Please be considerate."

Andonara smiled. "I really don't care much about that. I only care about his attitude. When I was kidnapped, he stopped looking for me after a random search, and after I was released, he kept me at a distance without providing any comfort. He even intended to sentence me to death for tarnishing the honor of the royal family. Do you think that's what a husband should do?"

"It's not true. That was all my second brother's lie in order to take you away," Veronica said anxiously. "My second brother is already dead."

"So, nobody can deny it now, right? Although I never liked the second prince, is it really appropriate to blame everything on a dead man?" Andonara asked with a smile.

"It was really my second brother's scheme." Veronica almost burst into tears. Then she remembered something else. "Right. My father asked me to tell you that you can come back after you have enough fun. He won't blame you."

After a brief daze, Andonara laughed so hard that she almost shed tears. "Do you think I would believe that, Veronica? If I do go back, I would probably be imprisoned and disposed of quietly."

"Really. My father meant it." Veronica stared at Andonara seriously. "He knew that you wouldn't believe it, so he asked me to bring this to you."

A guard immediately delivered an item that was covered in a handkerchief. Veronica opened it for Andonara, and it turned out to be a crown encrusted with multiple blue and white gems.

It was the crown of the queen.

After a brief shock, Andonara began to sneer.

He thought that a crown was enough to win her heart back?

She was not as cheap as that!

Andonara turned around and was about to leave, but then she remembered something and picked up the crown. Spinning the crown with her finger, she said, "All right, you can go back now. I'll take the queen's crown. It's mine anyway."

Veronica was greatly relieved to see that she kept it.

Then, she thought for a moment and said, blushing, "My father probably wouldn't care if you're intimate with Roland or not, but remember not to make a baby, or my father would probably go nuts."

"That's none of your business."

Andonara grimaced at Veronica and returned to the carriage.

Watching the carriage wobble away, she couldn't help but wipe her eyes.

Familial bonds were really rare for the members of the royal family.

Veronica had only sensed a familial bond, or rather, friendship, from Andonara for a year or two.

After all, the two of them were of a similar age, and all her skills were taught by Andonara.

Now, her only family was gone, and there was no telling when they could meet again. Naturally, she felt upset.

On the carriage, Andonara put on the crown solemnly, which made her appear much more sacred than before.

She then approached Roland and smiled. "I'm still the queen! The king hasn't terminated my rank yet."

Roland was slightly confused. "I know you're the queen. What's wrong?"

"You have a queen that you can do anything to…" Andonara rolled her eyes, then narrowed them charmingly. "Are you not thrilled and excited?"

After a brief shock, Roland slapped his own forehead.

It seemed that he was returning with a big problem… But it was definitely exciting!

It took the carriage about ten days to reach Delpon.

They didn't run into any robbers on the way. After all, Roland had killed too many robbers in the past two months, and other robbers had learned a lesson and decided to go elsewhere.

When Roland returned to his manor in Delpon, Vivian was waiting for him.

But when she saw Roland getting off from the carriage with a crowned woman, her face was so dark that ink seemed to be dropping.

Holding White Amber, she managed to ask with a smile, "Roland, who's this?"

"Queen Andonara."

"Queen!" Vivian's eyes widened. The news was so shocking for her that she even forgot her jealousy.

Andonara promptly went forward and grabbed Vivian's hands, before she smiled gently. "You must be Vivian. Roland talked a lot about you."

Vivian looked at Roland and then the queen, before she asked in delight, "Really?"

"Of course, let me tell you…"

The queen walked into the manor holding Vivian's hands, as if she were the hostess of this place.

Roland couldn't help but click his tongue. It was true that the more beautiful a woman was, the more deceptive she would be.

He had indeed mentioned Vivian to Andonara on his journey back to Delpon, but it couldn't have been more than three times.

Yet, it somehow became "a lot" in Andonara's mouth.

After returning to the manor, Roland bonded with White Amber first.

He certainly had to care for his own magic pet.

Then, he had dinner with the queen and Vivian.

He discovered, to his surprise, that the queen and Vivian were already quite close. They were talking and laughing like blood sisters.

But it had little to do with him.

He only kept Andonara here to fulfill his promise that he would give her a safe place to live in.

There was no place that was safer than Delpon, which was the players' territory now.

After dinner, Roland opened the forum in his study and made a post.

"Whoever wants to be promoted to a Great Swordsman or learn advanced specializations, please come to Delpon."

He briefly mentioned in the post that Andonara was in Delpon and that she could help with promotion and teach advanced Warrior specializations.

As for the tuition fee, it would be high but mostly depended on the queen's mood.

He had talked to Andonara about it on the ride back to Delpon.

Andonara did not care about what he said at all. She seemed so obedient, as if she would listen to everything he said.

After he uploaded the post, many players replied in less than a minute.

"See? I was correct that Roland would take the queen to Delpon."

"F6 are all pretty boys. Schuck counts on the dragon princess, and now Roland makes money through the queen. Damn it. Why is the gap between people so huge?"

"I don't care if she's pretty or not, I support Roland. Do you know how difficult it is to be promoted to be a Great Swordsman? 99% of the people can't even meet the identity requirement. Now, Roland has given us a chance, and you're cursing him? That's too ungrateful."

"I'm not a Warrior. Why should I be grateful? I'm just cursing him. What can you do?"

"If you have balls, tell me where you are in the game. I'm a LV5 Warrior. I'm going to duel you."

"Does anybody know the queen's fee? It's time for the rich players to check it out."

"I think you're implying her fee for other services, my friend, but forget it. I think I'm more or less rich. I'll ask for the fee for the advanced specializations in Delpon. Wait for my update."

Roland took a quick glimpse at the replies and shook his head. He was about to turn off the forum when he was drawn to a short message.

He had refused private messages from most people. Only his friends on his whitelist could message him.

Hawk: "We've accepted an epic dungeon quest, and we need a powerful Mage. If you're interested, please come to the docks ASAP."

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Although Roland wasn't as close to Hawk as before, they were still friends.It was already midnight when he read the message, but as a player, Roland did not need any rest. He left the study and just walked to the courtyard, when Andonara flashed to his front like a white shadow.The speed of a Great Swordsman was almost as good as that of a Rogue.

"Where are you going?" asked Andonara, who was in pure white.

Most of the time, women would look more beautiful in the moonlight.

Andonara was beautiful enough as she was. In the white dress, she struck Roland as a goddess who had just descended.

Though they had been in each other's company for a couple of days, Roland was still deeply amazed.

She was the second most beautiful woman that Roland had ever seen. Even the elf that Roland set free last time was not as pretty as Andonara.

The most beautiful was the angel that he saw at Falken's funeral.

Roland moved his eyes back and said casually, "I'm going to meet my friend."

"I'm going too."

"Why?" Roland was puzzled.

"I have to protect you." Andonara smiled next to Roland. "Isn't it natural for a melee class to protect a spellcaster class?"

"The Golden Sons do not die." Roland waved his hand. "I don't need any protection."

Andonara pretended to be pitiful. "But…"

"Really. It's a party of Golden Sons. All of the participants are men. It's inappropriate for you to go there."

Andonara pursed her lips. "Fine."

Roland smiled and left the manor.

Roland was sort of surprised that Andonara was clingy.

It was late at night. A curfew had been imposed in Delpon, and nobody could leave the city freely.

But Roland, Hawk, Link, and other players were the actual controllers of the city now. So, when Roland came to the city gate and said that he wanted to go out, the officer immediately asked the soldiers to open the gate for Roland and close it again after Roland was out.

Many merchants and mercenaries were waiting for dawn outside of the city gate.

Sitting next to their fire, they were stunned to see Roland. Some of them intended to talk to him and see if the young man could bring them into the city in advance.

But they dropped this thought when they saw Roland's magic robe. They simply watched him disappear into the moonlight.

Several minutes later, Roland felt that he was too slow, so he began to use Teleportation.

But after another teleportation, his face became pale… Though he had arrived at the docks, he couldn't help but throw up again.

After vomiting everything in his stomach onto the grasses nearby, Roland sighed helplessly.

"No. When the distance is neither too long nor too short like this case, Long-Distance Teleportation would be too wasteful, but teleporting too many times can be nauseating," Roland said to himself. "Also, it's impossible to go to places whose coordinates are unknown with Long-Distance Teleportation. So, I have to invent a faster and more convenient means of transportation."

After gagging for a while, he walked into the docks and found Hawk at the old place.

Near Hawk were a few professionals who were obviously players.

Their hilarious husky-like vibe could barely be mistaken.

Seeing Roland, Hawk walked to him. The Warrior, who looked like a strengthened orc, intended to give Roland a hug, but he was stopped by a magic puppet.

"Sorry, but I don't feel like hugging men."

Hawk backed off, not offended. He laughed and said, "You're rather pale. Has the queen already drained you?"

The players nearby all grimaced.

Everybody who frequently visited the forum knew that Roland had lured the queen away.

Also, Roland did seem exhausted at this point.

Roland raised his middle finger at them… Boundaries were unnecessary when dealing with players.

Then, he sat down and said, "Let's talk about the raid."

"Take a look yourself." Hawk pointed his finger in midair and operated on the system menu that was invisible to others. "I'll share the quest with you."

After accepting the quest, Roland turned on the quest system.

Conflict Within Elves: Nature or Retribution (Epic).

Wow… The title of the quest was epic enough as it was. Roland opened the quest introduction.

"The elven Druids now disagree with each other on whether to retreat to the forest or declare war on mankind. Their choice will influence the future of the elves, but for mankind, there is only one option, which is to help conservative Druids. Now, find friends to help the conservative elves to defeat the Druids who believe in retribution. (Large secondary raid. Suggested number of participants: 10)"

After reading the quest introduction, Roland looked at the surrounding players and only counted seven including himself. He couldn't help but ask, "The system suggests ten participants, but only seven of us are going?"

"They're the most suitable candidates in my guild." Link, who had been silent, said helplessly, "This game differs in other games in that a dungeon will be closed for good once the raid fails, unless it's special. So, we have to find the best candidates and try to complete the raid in one go."

"Do you want me to include the friends in my guild?"

Hawk nodded. "That's exactly why we wanted to meet you."

If possible, Silver Wings would rather not involve any players from other guilds in the epic quest that they triggered by good luck.

But there wasn't a choice. Everybody in this guild with a reasonable combat ability had been gathered here.

So, external help was necessary.

Roland left a message in the guild channel and asked if anybody in his guild was willing to come.

But everybody except Schuck and Betta was either occupied or too far away.

As a dragon knight, Schuck could easily fly ten thousand kilometers in a day.

Betta, on the other hand, had returned to a town near Delpon for a quest. It would take only him half a day to come to Delpon City.

After reading their replies, Roland said, "Schuck and Betta from my guild can join this quest."

Everybody was delighted.

As a dragon knight, Schuck had high combat capabilities and was definitely dependable. The odds of passing the dungeon raid would be much higher with him.

Betta was a capable boy too. A Divine Noble who was capable of both melee and magic skills could deal with all kinds of circumstances.

After the initial delight, Link frowned. "But we're still short of one person."

"Do we have to hire people from the forum?" Hawk scratched his head. "I don't trust strangers."

"Actually, I think we already have ten participants," said Roland casually.

Everybody else was puzzled.

Roland explained, "Schuck is a dragon knight. So he should be counted as two people."

After a brief surprise, everybody realized what he meant.

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Chapter 246 Charge More

After the participants were decided, the players from Silver Wings were all relieved.It had been more than half a year since the players started the game, but their journey of leveling up had been tough.In order to level up quickly, one had to trigger as many quests as possible.

The lesser quests could be easily triggered, but their EXP reward was little. The quests above the blue level were often beyond their abilities, and when they died, the protection or escort quests they got would fail. When the NPCs they protected were killed, it was impossible for them to retry the quest.

The dungeon quests would mostly disappear, too, after the first failure.

More importantly, a player would lose ten percent of their total experience when they died, which further affected the unskilled players' speed in leveling up.

They didn't feel much before level five, but after level five, every death would mean that their half-month of hard work was in vain. If their current experience was too little, their level might even drop.

Considering the trend, if they died after level ten, their efforts in the previous half-year would probably be rendered useless.

So, the players had been trying to avoid death after level five.

Not everybody was good at fighting. Besides, many players were here to appreciate scenery or enjoy a different life.

There were now guilds for cooking, fishing, hunting, forging, etc. founded by players who loved those skills in reality.

As a result, the average level of the players was further lowered.

People believed in different things. Some liked fighting and adventures, and some preferred an easy and casual life.

Also, the second type of players had their own motivation: if they honed their skills in cooking or crafting in the game, they could put the skills into practice in reality.

They could work in a restaurant as a chef or sell delicate handicrafts that they made. They might be able to make a fortune.

As for forging… The handmade swords nowadays could be unbelievably expensive, although forging could hurt one's back.

What could the battle-oriented players do even if they were experts at fighting?

Could they pick a fight in reality? They would only be handcuffed by the police.

For various reasons, only around three percent of the players had reached level five at this point.

Birds of a feather flocked together.

Those whom a high-level player was involved with were mostly also high-level players.

So, Roland always had this illusion that there were many more level-five players like him.

But actually, there weren't so many. Every guild only had a few of them on average. After all, many strong lone wolves were unwilling to join any guild.

As a result, most guilds were seriously short of high-level fighters.

It was actually not bad that Silver Wings could gather five of them.

The other guilds often only had one or two high-level fighters.

F6 were probably the only exception. Everybody there was a level-five at the top of the pyramid.

Roland talked to them for a while. After they decided when to set off, Roland was about to leave, when Hawk suddenly said, "Roland, there are a few friends in my guild who want to be promoted to be Great Swordsmen. What are the conditions and the fee?"

"You would have to ask the queen in person."

Hawk asked in surprise, "Isn't the queen your woman? Can't you say something for us, or at least introduce us to her?"

Up until this moment, Silver Wings hadn't been officially registered in the game yet.

The NPC in the Holy Realm who was responsible for the registration of guilds was too proud to talk to regular people.

Even though Schuck said something for them, the NPC still proposed three troublesome demands. Some people in Silver Wings were trying to meet the demands. But they felt that it wouldn't be long before their guild was established.

Because of that, most players learned that the grand nobles appreciated decorum and manners, and that most of them had little time for non-celebrities.

Subconsciously, they applied the lesson they learned to the queen.

They thought that the queen, as an honorable noble and a high-level Great Swordsman, probably wouldn't meet any random guy.

But thankfully, they could ask someone to speak for them.

That was exactly what Hawk asked Roland to do.

"There is absolutely nothing between me and the queen," Roland said solemnly. "Watch your mouth, or I'll sue you for slander."

Hawk chuckled and shrugged scornfully.

Link was grimacing too.

Fine. None of them believed him.

Actually, Roland didn't think that he would've believed it himself if he were in their shoes.

Unwilling to explain it any further, Roland thought for a moment and said, "I've posted it on the forum and talked to Andonara. If you want a promotion, go talk to her. But of course, it's up to her whether or not she's going to teach you."

"Can you say something for us?" Hawk patted Roland's shoulder and begged him. "You know that things might go completely differently if you say something for us."

Roland thought for a moment and decided to accept his request.

After all, he was only going to deliver a message for them; he wouldn't do much if Andonara was unwilling to help.

Hawk was rather happy that Roland accepted his request. He patted Roland's shoulder and said, "Bro, I owe you one."

Roland smiled and did not take it seriously.

Verbal promises didn't matter; what mattered was action.

Roland and those people were close at the beginning, but for their interests, Hawk and Link elbowed Roland out of the decision-making circle of Delpon.

Although Roland never planned to call the shots behind the curtain, quitting on his own and being kicked away were different.

It was dawn when he left the docks, and the city gate had just opened. Roland entered the city with the merchants waiting outside.

When he returned to his manor, he saw Andonara at the dinner table. She smiled at him when she noticed him.

"You're back?"

Roland nodded.

Then, Vivian walked out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly-baked bread. She smiled at Roland. "You came at the right moment. Fresh bread."

Roland sat down and had breakfast while he told Andonara about Hawk's request.

"If they're your friends, I'll teach them well." Andonara nodded and accepted it.

"But don't forget to charge fees."

Andonara blinked her eyes and suddenly said charmingly, "Then I'll charge those I like slightly more, and those I don't like double. How does it sound?"

As a queen, she was quite observant. She could tell from Roland's tone that he was not too enthusiastic about those people, and that he did not seem willing to help them, although he had to deliver the message to her for various reasons.

Tsk… Whoever made Roland uncomfortable would make her uncomfortable.

But she couldn't do anything to them except charge them more.

After breakfast, Roland wiped his mouth and said, "I'm going to the magic tower for experiments. You do whatever you want."

After that, Roland left the manor.

The atmosphere in the living room did not turn bad without Roland's presence.

Andonara finished the rest of the bread and sat down next to Vivian, before she said, "Let's go shopping later. I can teach you the most popular combination of clothes in the capital. You can definitely captivate Roland."

Vivian nodded, her eyes glittering.

All the magic apprentices cheered for Roland's return.

Since Roland had been away recently, they had no teachers to teach them anything.

There were another two Golden Sons in the magic tower. They were quite strong, but they weren't good at teaching. They were even not as good as regular apprentices in terms of magic common sense.

Instead of doing magic experiments directly, Roland answered the apprentices' questions on magic that had accumulated in the past two months first.

It took him two days to answer all the questions, and he only had time for experiments at night.

Two days later, Schuck and Betta arrived.

Schuck didn't fly into the city on the red dragon. Instead, he asked Margret to take human form and walked in with her.

After all, the entrance of a dragon would've been too terrifying.

Roland asked them to take a rest in the manor. He then met the guys from Silver Wings with them at the docks the next day.

After they introduced themselves, as the second-in-command of Silver Wings, Hawk did not hesitate to adulate Schuck.

Margret seemed disgusted, but she did not say anything and responded with silence.

Naturally, Schuck took the chance to praise Hawk too.

As the atmosphere grew warmer and warmer, Hawk introduced the classes and specialties of the participants on his side.

As for those from F6, they were too famous to need any self-introduction.

Schuck went straight at the topic. "I've read the quest. Correct me if I'm wrong, but we have to leave Hollevin and pass Urganda in order to meet an elf named Ans at the edge of the Elven Forest before we can continue the quest, right?"

Hawk nodded. "That's right."

"Impressive. You've already spread your influence to the Elven Forest!" Roland said somewhat in admiration.

Hawk smiled and said, "There are a lot of adventurers in my guild who like traveling. One of them roamed at the edge of the forest and got in touch with the elves. He triggered the quest and gradually passed it on to us by sharing it with other players before deleting it."

"It sounds quite distant."

Roland felt a strong headache too. He had been too occupied to study any new spells. He was quite upset.

"That's right." Hawk explained with a bitter smile, "It will take twenty days if we take horses. If the weather or the road is bad, it might take a month."

Everybody shook their heads with bitter smiles.

"The world in this game is too huge."

Roland was now even more determined to invent a "Quick Travel" spell.

If he could arrive at the destination quickly, he could then teleport his pals to his location.

Therefore, he had to put the revision of Long-Distance Teleportation on his agenda too, so that he could teleport other people besides himself.

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247 Disgusted

In Roland's manor, two men were enjoying afternoon tea in the pleasant sunlight on the balcony.

The afternoon sun shined on Andonara, and her milky skin glowed brightly.

She was not scared of tanning, as most professionals weren't. They couldn't be blackened by the sun unless they were black in the first place.

Drinking a mouthful of the milk wine, she couldn't feel more comfortable. She had never lived such a peaceful life before.

When she lived in the royal palace, she had to be prudent all the time in case she did anything wrong or upset anyone.

Even when she was with her "family," she had to pay attention to etiquette all the time, and if she did anything inappropriate, someone would immediately stare scornfully.

She had always been criticized because she was not born in a noble family.

But that was not the end of it.

She was the royal princes' step-mother, but she could always see a disgusting sense of possession in their eyes, even though the seventh prince was only twelve.

It was not horrible that there were enemies outside; it was horrible that enemies were all around her.

As a result, Andonara had been in a dilemma. If she did anything, she would be scolded; but if she didn't do anything, she would be angry.

Even more chillingly, her husband did not seem to have feelings for her.

He did not just refuse to be intimate with her. He simply seemed to not care about her at all.

Andonara had been mired in a sense of insecurity when she was despised and rejected by her "family" even though she was the queen, to the point that she almost became depressed.

She held herself back for a long time, until she couldn't anymore. When the Magic Tower came to kidnap her, she proposed a test.

But the result was heartbreaking. The king did not intend to look for her at all.

After she returned, the king even forced her to identify Kaka Bard as her kidnapper.

Even more outrageously, she was held in custody in a manor outside of the royal palace a few days later, ready to be sentenced to death the next day.

It was at that point that her heart grew cold.

Back then, she had made up her mind to kill whoever came to her with the atonement scrolls even though they were grand nobles, before she marched all the way back to the royal palace and died in battle.

After all, there was no place for her in this vast world anymore.

But surprisingly, it was Roland who came.

The man who came to kill her, after learning everything, was willing to get her out.

Such a man was like a magnificent tree, and she was like a vine that couldn't survive without clinging to a tree.

Now that she had run into one, she did not let it go.

Roland was going to be away for a long time, but Andonara was not anxious at all.

This was Roland's home. He had to return sooner or later.

All she needed to do was protect everything in this home, including her rival, Vivian.

She was still the queen, not because she still loved the title, but because the title seemed to be tempting to Roland.

Therefore, it was worthwhile to keep the title.

At this point, Roland was throwing up above the grasses next to the road.

After vomiting out the food in his stomach, he began to discharge gastric acids. In the end, he felt like he was vomiting his kidneys out.

Of course, it was only in his mind, but it was evident enough what poor condition Roland was in.

He had thought that a remote teleportation would be no problem for him since he was already used to short-distance teleportation, but he realized that their consequences were not on the same level at all.

Short-distance teleportation was like taking a shaking boat in the middle of a surging storm, but remote teleportation was like being thrown into a laundering machine and spun again and again before he was dried.

It was a nightmare.

At this moment, he barely had any combat ability and couldn't cast any spells. Even a ten-year-old could stab him to death with a sharp sword.

Thankfully, this place was unpopulated, and more importantly, he was wearing his magic robe. So nobody came to him even though he was crouching on the ground palely.

After sitting on the ground for almost two hours, Roland finally stood up.

However, his legs were trembling too hard for him to walk. He had to drink some warm water and rest another twenty minutes before he finally felt better.

After all, as a professional, his speed of recovery was much higher than normal.

If he were an ordinary person, it would've taken days before he recovered.

Roland walked to the city gate again and met Antis there.

The pretty young man was surprised to see Roland's pale face. He asked promptly, "Are you poisoned?"

"No." Leaning on the bricks of the city wall, Roland waved his hand lethargically.

"Then you're exhausted by the queen?" asked Antis teasingly.

Roland rolled his eyes. "That's even less possible."

"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, because it's transparent in my eyes." Antis looked at Roland in admiration. "You seduced the queen, but the royal family did not put you on the wanted list. Even the queen's title is kept. Tsk, tsk. How did you manage that?"

Leaning against the wall, Roland thought for a moment and said, "The king may have a special 'quirk.'"

"How's that possible?" Antis grinned like a beautiful girl. "Enough talking. I don't want the royal family to suspect me. Look at you… Why don't I call a carriage for you?"

"That would be great."

The carriage soon arrived. Roland took it and asked the driver to take him to the Bear Mage's Magic Tower.

After he told the guards his name, he was soon invited to the study on the upper level of the magic tower.

Tobian, the Bear Mage, opened the door and welcomed him in person this time.

"You do not look well. Have you been exhausted by the queen?" Tobian's bald head reflected the brilliant sunlight.

Roland couldn't have appeared more speechless. "Enough. Why do you all think that this is caused by the queen?"

"Otherwise, it's inexplicable how a Mage could look so awful when you're not poisoned." Tobian laughed.

"I used Long-Distance Teleportation for the first time." Laying his elbows on the desk, Roland rubbed his temples and said, "Master Tobian, were you not queasy when you used it for the first time?"

Tobian grew solemn. He stared at Roland and said casually, "I'm incapable of Long-Distance Teleportation. I can only do the Teleportation spell."

Oh?

Roland looked at the guy in surprise.

"Don't look at me that way," Tobian said casually. "Spatial magic is an arcane and sophisticated system only second to prophetic magic. I'm already a genius in Hollevin to have picked up Teleportation. As for Long-Distance Teleportation, there are only two people capable of that to my knowledge, and both of them are Warlocks rather than Mages. They learned it because of their talent, not their intelligence."

Roland felt somewhat disbelieving.

He did not think that Long-Distance Teleportation was so hard.

He had to thank the twenty years of systematic education that he had received in reality.

Apart from everything else, the education system had taught him how to learn.

Seeing that Roland was silent, Tobian continued with a smile, "Mr. Roland, what's the purpose of your visit?"

"I'd like to buy some magic models from you," Roland said slowly. "The advanced ones, the lowly ones, anything will be fine as long as I'm not capable of it yet."

Tovian searched his bookshelves and found a few models. He placed them before Roland.

"They're all yours. For free."

Roland was not delighted. He simply stared at the man in silence.

He knew very well that free stuff might demand an enormous price in the future.

"Why? You don't want them now?" asked Tobian with a smile.

Slightly leaning back, Roland asked, "What do you want in return?"

Solemnly gazing at Roland in silence for a while, Tobian said, "I hope that you won't stop me from becoming the general chairman."

"That's all?"

"That's all!" Tobian nodded.

Roland asked somewhat confusedly, "I'm just the chairman of a branch in a city at the border. I can't decide whether or not you can become the general chairman."

Tobian said affirmatively, "Yes, you can."

Roland smiled. "I know very well what I'm capable of and what I'm not."

Tobian shook his head weirdly. "Too much modesty is arrogance."

Looking at the man's face, Roland was even more puzzled.

"Earlier, I was told that there was a statue outside of the capital which could grant you higher magic power regeneration." Tobian looked Roland in the eyes and said, "But I never believed it until I paid a visit to the statue yesterday. I did get quick magic power regeneration."

Roland sighed helplessly, knowing that the guy had a misunderstanding.

"Actually, you're more famous than you think, at least here in the headquarters."

Roland considered for two seconds and then nodded. "Rest assured, I won't stand in your way."

Tobian smiled in relief and made a "please" gesture at the models on the desk.

After examining them, Roland found that only two of the models were new to him.

One of them was Spatial Bubble Squirt, and the other was a magic barrier.

The former was a special offensive skill in the spatial class, and the latter was a generic defensive spell.

It was the first real defensive spell that Roland had ever acquired.

After getting the models, Roland left Tobian's Magic Tower and left the capital.

Now, he would have to teleport himself back.

Roland touched his belly and couldn't feel sadder.

He would be nauseated again after the teleportation, and he felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

But a man had to be tough on himself. After a long hesitation, he gritted his teeth and activated the spell.

After the world swirled in front of him dizzily, he felt that his feet were on the ground again. Then, his legs became sore, and he fell on his knees.

He gagged so hard that he almost vomited his intestines out, because there was absolutely nothing in his stomach anymore.

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248 Human Tool

After gagging for almost half an hour, Roland finally felt much better.

He immediately set off for the docks.

Two carriages had been prepared. The plan was that each would accommodate five people, but Schuck said that Margret couldn't be too close to regular animals even in her human form, or those creatures would be terrified by her dragon's aura.

So Schuck and Margret would fly in the sky without taking the carriages. They could also scout for the team that way.

Naturally, there were no objections.

In the evening, their caravan took off.

Generally speaking, evening was not the best time to start a journey, because the night would fall soon and spending the night in the wilderness could be dangerous if the travelers couldn't reach a town.

But for the professionals, especially a quest team with a perfect combination of classes, it was not a problem.

If night fell, they could simply use their illumination skills.

When Roland cast a dozen balls of light to the sky and made them follow the caravan, the hundred square meters nearby were as bright as a football field with a match going on.

Most nocturnal magical beasts were scared of light. Such intense light could prevent 99.99% of the animals from drawing close. Even the robbers would step back when they saw a dozen lights floating in the sky. So, a lot of unnecessary trouble could be avoided.

In the carriages, everybody was in the mood for talking at first, but two hours later, they all lost interest and began to surf on the forum or watch online movies.

Thankfully, in-game access to the Internet had been enabled by the developers, or it would've been hard to weather through the boring journey.

Roland, on the other hand, was looking into a magic model.

It was not one of the models from Tobian, but was bought on the forum earlier and had never really been studied by him.

The name of the spell was Body Fortification.

It was only a level-one spell with few nodes. With Roland's experience in magic, he soon picked it up.

He tried it on himself first. After a green flash… He frowned, as he did not sense anything different.

Then, he clenched his fists, only to discover that he was indeed a lot stronger.

The member of Silver Wings on his opposite side just quitted the forum. Seeing the flash on Roland, he asked curiously, "Roland, are you doing a magic experiment? Don't blow up our carriage!"

"It's just a buff spell. It won't blow up anything."

This particular member was named Suel, an agile Warrior. He was also one of the special talents of Silver Wings. Whether or not the quest was completed, he would go to Andonara to be trained into a Great Swordsman.

He shrugged and said, "I'm really scared of Mages. Last time, a Mage girl in my guild blew up a warehouse at the docks during her experiment. The losses were huge."

"Seriously?" Roland was rather surprised.

"That's just a major failure. I'm too lazy to count the minor failures."

Roland nodded, as it was quite normal. He had failed a lot in his own experiments too. However, thanks to the magic arrays in his tower, no severe consequences had ever come of failed experiments.

Suel asked curiously, "What's the effect of your new spell?"

"Body Fortification." While talking, Roland snapped his fingers and buffed Suel. Then he smiled. "You've been buffed! Now go feed yourself!"

"Hahaha." Suel burst into laughter. Then, he warmed up his hands, only to be slightly surprised. "It's quite effective."

At this point, the other two people in the carriage came back to themselves from the forum.

One of them was Betta. He shouted excitedly, "Brother Roland, give me one!"

Roland snapped his fingers again.

Betta moved his hands and exclaimed, "It's very effective!"

As a balanced professional, his strength was lower than that of an agile Warrior, so he sensed it more clearly.

The lower one's stats were, the more clearly they would feel the buff.

"If I'm capable of this spell, I'll be confident in fighting a Warrior who focuses on strength, provided that he doesn't have such a buff."

Sensing a strength that seemed to be surging out of his body, Betta couldn't be more confident.

At this point, the member of Silver Wings next to him said to him with a smile, "Dispel!"

The magic light on Betta was apparently weakened.

After a brief surprise, the member of Silver Wings shouted again, "Dispel."

It was not until then that the magic light on Betta was completely gone.

Roland was briefly stunned, as he didn't know that buff spells could be dispelled.

But actually, the member of Silver Wings was ten times more surprised than he was.

That guy was a Priest who focused on ancillary spells. His Dispel had been specifically enhanced, allowing him to remove three buffs on his target, including Magic Shield, which was the Mages' strongest defensive spell, at one time as long as the target was not three levels higher than himself.

However, it took him two tries to remove a regular buff from Roland.

It was unbelievable. In a life-and-death battle, successful dispelling after one try and after two tries would be completely different.

In a battle between people on the same level, those few seconds could've decided who the final winner was.

He was level five, and so was Roland. It didn't make sense.

Somehow, the Priest became jealous.

Seeing that Dispel was so powerful, Roland became greedy.

Regretfully, the Priest's divine skills were blessings of the gods, or Roland would've offered to pay for the man's magic model.

At this point, the atmosphere in the carriage became odd.

Most players' silliness was only their disguise. They were actually all very sophisticated. The other two people in the carriage both saw the weird look on the Priest's face.

Immediately, nobody talked anymore. They reopened their browsers and logged in the forum.

Although he did not understand why the guy was suddenly upset, Roland was not interested in asking.

He continued devoting himself to his magic experiment.

If the buff spell could be dispelled, he would increase the "thickness" and "length" of the buff and see if it could be dispelled again.

Roland tried to reconstruct the nodes of the spell and infer the more suitable nodes through modeling.

About three hours later, the effect of the new spell was out.

Body Fortification (Enhanced): This will temporarily improve the target's constitution by 0.6*(the spellcaster's current level) for 1*(the spellcaster's current level).

After it was done, Roland cast it on himself, and the flash was brighter this time.

Although Suel pretended to be checking the forum, he had actually been paying attention to Roland. Seeing that Roland cast another buff on himself, he asked curiously, "You picked up another new spell?

Hearing his voice, Betta and the Priest turned their heads too.

Roland nodded and snapped his finger at Suel.

Hardly had the spell taken effect when Suel felt a warm stream flowing in his body. He clenched his hands and looked at his system menu, only to be shocked. "I've got three more points of constitution! That's awesome!"

Betta was envious and even more eager to learn this buff spell.

At this point, the Priest, who had been reticent, waved his hands at Suel, performing Dispel.

Once, twice… six times!

It was not until the sixth time that he finally removed Roland's buff.

The Priest's face was strange, as if he couldn't feel anything anymore. A dozen seconds later, he finally opened his hands and said, "I've failed. I really can't compare to a genius."

He knew that he had failed brutally.

He had succeeded in removing the buff after six attempts, but it would've taken him ten seconds to do that in a real battle.

More importantly, performing Dispel required tremendous mental power.

If he were to remove the target's buff by performing Dispel six times in a battle, he would be no better than an idiot.

It would be a waste of his time, and he would lose too much magic power.

At first, the Priest was rather jealous of Roland, but no longer.

It was pointless to be jealous of a genius you could never catch up to.

Looking at his companion's face, Suel felt lucky that he was not a spellcaster, or he would've really been bummed knowing that there was such a genius above him.

Roland showed no response.

He was still not satisfied.

The buff had been dispersed by a level-five Priest after a few attempts. What if he ran into someone of a higher level?

Roland began to reconstruct the spell nodes again to further increase the "thickness" and "length" of the spell.

Soon, the caravan stopped, and Hawk smacked Roland's carriage from the outside and shouted, "It's time to rest."

As it turned out, it was already midnight.

The players needed no rest, but both the drivers of the carriages and the horses had to take a break.

Roland jumped off and established a three-floored building with Mud to Stone. He also set up a simple stable for the carriages and the horses to protect the horses from the cold wind at night and the stalking beasts.

The players, on the other hand, went to the building. Betta even made barbecue on the roof.

After feeding the horses, the two drivers went to the roof and had the roasted meat that Betta gave to them in a corner. In the end, they were too sleepy and went to the second floor to sleep.

Schuck and Margret had descended from the sky. At this point, Margret was holding a dozen skewers of roasted locusts in her left hand. She relayed each skewer to her right hand and then raised her right hand to her mouth. Then, all the roasted locusts would be gone.

Roland was still reconstructing the nodes. He was holding a skewer of meat too, which Betta had given him.

He was only biting it now and then subconsciously, and the meat was still unfinished after half an hour.

Another half-hour later, Roland cast a new Body Fortification spell on himself.

This time, the flash of the spell was as bright as a light bulb, attracting everybody's attention.

Body Fortification (Extreme): This will temporarily improve the target's constitution by 0.8*(the spellcaster's current level) for 1.5*(the spellcaster's current level).

The effect was much better, but naturally… the cost of magic power had increased too.

Roland looked at the Priest.

But the Priest shook his head quickly and said, "That's it. I'm done with being a tool for your tests."

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249 Meeting With Ans

Although he made the declaration, the Priest could only sigh helplessly when everybody looked at him eagerly.

After all, nobody in the team was capable of Dispel except him.

Putting down his skewers, the Priest waved his hands again and again. After his every performance, the light on Roland would grow dimmer. Everybody counted the tries.

After ten times, the Priest stopped.

But the magic light on Roland was still quite bright.

At this point, Hawk shouted, "Go on! We'd like to see how many times it requires to remove the buff. You'd better finish what you started! Are you out of magic power?"

Everybody else nodded in agreement.

The Priest lowered his head gloomily. "I have magic power, but I'm out of my spellcasting quota."

Then, everybody finally remembered that the Priests and the Warlocks could only cast their spells limited times in a day.

When their levels were higher, their quota would be increased, and they could pick up new spells. However, when their levels were still low, they were often caught in the awkward situation where they used up their quota.

For example, the level-five Priest could only cast Dispel ten times a day.

Everybody sighed in disappointment.

The Priest was even more disappointed.

Supposedly, the Priests were a player-friendly class. They could obtain EXP by praying to the goddess's statue every day. The divine skills they learned were random but highly practical. Most importantly, the Priests were also good with melee abilities and could put on armor, shields, etc.

However, it did not seem as impressive as this Mage.

As Deputy Chairman of his guild, Hawk wouldn't let his companion be embarrassed for long. He stood up and said, "Roland, cast it on me and let me try it."

Hawk was enshrouded in a white light. Two seconds later, he felt extremely weird. Then, he roared like a chimpanzee and jumped off from the third floor.

Everybody ran to the edge of the roof and looked down.

In the moonlight, Hawk, who looked like a gigantic chimpanzee, had embraced a short tree around thirty centimeters in diameter and was exerting his strength.

All over his body, his muscles were protruding and twisting like hard rocks.

Dull cracks spread in the soil as the roots of the tree were torn up.

Eventually, the tree was completely plucked from the ground.

"Damn it. You are a living Lu Zhishen[1]!" Betta exclaimed.

"WThe willows are generally no more than twenty centimeters in diameter. This is much more impressive." Link's eyes were full of delight.

Margret snorted in disdain.

However strong a human being was, they could never compare to a dragon.

Everybody thought that Hawk was done after he showed his strength by plucking the tree, but then he began to spin the tree.

Wind was roaring, pebbles were flying, and all the smaller trees were breaking. From where Hawk was standing, explosive sounds burst out amidst shattered branches and leaves.

A lot of the pebbles scattered toward the players even though they were on the third floor.

"Shoot. This Whirlwind Slash is rather powerful." Schuck clicked his tongue in amazement.

The disdain on Margret's face was gone.

If Hawk were holding a giant sword, she would've been hurt if she were hit by such a Whirlwind Slash in her dragon form.

After reducing the environment into a complete mess, Hawk was finally somewhat exhausted. He threw the tree, whose crown was already bare, to the ground and ran back to the roof. While catching his breath, he shouted, "It's really satisfying!"

Though it was Hawk who gave the performance, everybody focused their eyes on Roland, because Hawk couldn't have done it without Roland's spell.

Noticing their excitement, Roland shrugged and cast Body Fortification on every one of them.

For a whole night, those people sabotaged the wood and played freely.

Not only were they plucking and spinning trees, some of them even broke trees with their bare hands.

Hawk even did frog jumps while holding two boulders weighing more than fifty kilograms.

They were truly hilarious.

By morning, they'd finally had enough fun, and they resumed the journey after breakfast.

The drivers did not look great, as they barely slept last night while the players were horsing around.

However, they dared not complain at all. What could they say to a bunch of professionals who plucked trees for fun and paid them money?

On the rest of the journey, Roland began to study Dimensional Anchor.

Then, he realized that it was more difficult than Long-Distance Teleportation.

The main problem was that the connection in the model seemed wrong. He failed every time he cast the spell according to the node connection in the model.

Thankfully, Dimensional Anchor was not an offensive spell, and there was no danger even if he failed.

Nevertheless, his research on Dimensional Anchor was stymied.

Since it was rather difficult to stay concentrated in a shaking carriage, Roland abandoned his magic studies and turned to the forum.

A journey was only a journey when you had things to do.

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, they had spent a fortnight eating, drinking, laughing, and playing, and they reached the edge of the Elf Forest.

Roland played an irreplaceable role on the way.

The temporary houses built with Mud to Stone could keep them safe from rain and storms. Only the seasoned travelers knew how comfortable it felt to have a roof above their head.

When they passed Urganda, Roland's Unhindered Communication proved useful again.

Naturally, the language of Urganda was different from Hollevin's.

Although Betta was capable of Language Proficiency, he could only cast it five times in a day, and its duration was shorter than Roland's.

After Roland cast the spell once, it would be effective for most of the day.

More importantly, Unhindered Communication allowed them to read too.

So luckily, they did not turn dumb and deaf in Urganda.

One other thing made all the members of the team feel that it was really the right decision to have Roland in their team.

Three days earlier, they had to pass a river when they crossed the border of Urganda. Unfortunately, due to a storm a few days before, the river had surged and collapsed the bridge. Though the river was no longer as turbulent as before, it was still impossible for the players to pass without a bridge.

Also, there were only four days to go before the deadline.

They couldn't afford wasting their time here.

Hawk suggested that Margret carry the team across the river one by one, but then Margret burst into fury, changed into her dragon form, and whipped Hawk with her tail.

Hawk was flung a dozen meters away. Thankfully, he was sturdy enough and not badly hurt.

Margret would've kept beating him if Schuck hadn't stopped and appeased her. Finally, she changed back to her human form.

A dragon would only let her knight ride her. Nobody else could be on her back. It was a matter of principle.

Hawk hadn't been clear about it before. After Schuck explained it to him, he apologized to Margret and Schuck.

When nobody knew what to do, Roland stood out.

Using up all his magic power, he created a bridge of ice above the river with a span of more than a hundred meters.

Because the current was still quite rapid, the ice bridge had to be tough, which was even more exhausting.

Thankfully, Roland made it in the end.

The players reached the other side of the river, followed by a few particularly bold convoys.

After crossing the border of Urganda, the players arrived at the Elf Forest.

It took them two days before they found the rendezvous they agreed upon.

In front of them was a dense forest. The air here was damp, warm, and comforting.

This place was a boundary between the prairie and the forest. Their feet were buried in the green grasses, and unknown flowers bloomed around them.

Emitting a faint fragrance, the white and red flowers attracted colorful butterflies to them.

They waited for a long time, but nobody came. When they were puzzled, they noticed a black spot drawing near from above.

The stranger landed before them about three minutes later.

It was a male elf, who had a green ponytail, watery eyes, and crescent-shaped eyebrows.

Those were the features of a pretty girl, but the stranger was a male elf.

All the humans lightly gasped.

This male elf could be described as gorgeous from every perspective.

In Roland's eyes, this elf was even more beautiful than Antis. He was almost on par with the queen in moonlight in terms of appearance and aura.

The elf was rather cold. He eyed everybody as if they owed him three hundred gold coins, but it did not affect his attractiveness at all.

"You're the Golden Sons who are willing to take my mission?" The elf looked around and then fixed his eyes on Betta. "Mr. Human, would you like to introduce yourselves?"

Betta was slightly surprised, and so were the rest. Why would the elf think that Betta, instead of Hawk, was their "leader"?

Roland thought for a moment and realized that it must be because of the characteristics of the Divine Noble.

In the eyes of the NPCs, Betta was a noble, and as his level increased, he would become more and more like one.

Betta remembered his class features too. He smiled and said, "Who we are doesn't matter as long as we can complete your mission. You must be Ans, right?"

Ans nodded.

Betta asked again, "Can we know the details of your mission, so that we can make pertinent preparations?"

"Not a problem." Ans looked at everybody with his hands behind him, before he nodded and said, "You should prepare. Please follow me."

He led the way, and everybody found that wherever Ans went, the grasses would split apart in advance, as if they were making way for him.

Elves were indeed the children of nature.

Ans took the team into the forest. After a few minutes, they reached a lodge next to a lake surrounded by dense trees.

The lodge looked small from the outside, but when they got in, they found that it was rather spacious.

It was furnished with wood, emitting the aroma of trees.

Ans asked everybody to take a seat. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them and said, "Actually, I'm not a conservative. I belong to Nature's Wrath, an organization of the radicals."

[1] a fictional character who plucked a willow to demonstrate his strength.

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Chapter 250 Tragedy

All the players were slightly surprised to hear thisTheir first thought was that this was a trap, but they did not overreact at all despite their shock.

After all, they wouldn't really die, and even if they were killed in this trap, they could make a comeback after their resurrection.

Seeing that the players wore odd expressions but remained calm, Ans nodded in satisfaction.

He continued, "Although I'm a radical, I too believe that they're outrageous."

Realizing that the elf was about to tell a story, the players each found a chair. But there were only six chairs in the lodge, and Ans had claimed one. So, four players had to sit on the ground. Schuck was among them. Margret sat on his thigh, yawning now and then.

Ans's face changed slightly when he saw the cute dragon horns on Margret's forehead. Then he went on: "Half a year ago, Nature's Wrath annihilated a human village at the border of Urganda. They killed all two hundred people in the village, including the elderly, the women, and the children, just because one of the villagers sold a female elf in the past."

Everybody's faces changed when they heard that. The players sitting on the ground all stood up.

When Schuck suddenly rose, Margret was flipped off, which was quite unexpected for her.

She didn't blame Schuck. Instead, she glared at Ans, because Schuck wouldn't rise all of a sudden if not for him.

Sensing Margret's anger, Ans was rather nervous, which was understandable as nobody would feel comfortable when a dragon glared at them.

Betta asked indifferently, "Are you sure it's true?"

"I don't need to lie about that. I'm an elf anyway," Ans said painfully. "Nature's Wrath believed in punishing the devils who ruined nature and who polluted the earth with evil magic powers, but now, it has become a group of extremists who believe that human beings are the cancer of the world."

Ans covered his face with his hands, making it impossible to see his expression, but everybody could hear infinite disappointment in his voice.

They could sympathize with the elf.

The destruction of one's ideal and the corruption of one's community were worse than death, and that was what happened to Ans.

After a brief silence, Ans raised his face from his hands. "Two months ago, it happened to another village. Half a month ago, they slaughtered a town. None of the three thousand residents survived. They're completely crazy now. A dozen days ago, a brother questioned the justification of their behavior, but then he was brutally murdered and transformed into a tree by the lake."

Everybody couldn't have looked more awful after hearing that.

Roland couldn't help but ask, "Sorry, not that we're suspecting you, but do you have any evidence?"

Ans seemed to be expecting that question. He unfolded a piece of paper on the table. It was a map.

He pointed at the three Xs on the map and said, "They're the places that have been slaughtered. You can take a look for yourself."

Everybody glanced at each other, and then Betta said, "Please give us a few days to consider."

Ans nodded. "Of course."

They left the lodge. At the edge of the forest, Roland set up a stone house with magic, and everybody got in.

Betta and a friend from Silver Wings took out tables, chairs, fruit wine, and of course, barbecue.

Everybody ate the food unhurriedly and silently. In the end, Roland said, "How much do you believe what Ans said?"

"Fifty percent." Schuck put down the barbecue and said, "In any case, we have to look into it carefully. I don't want to be anyone's pawn or tool."

At this point, a Warrior of Silver Wings said, "Don't bother with that. Let's just complete the epic quest. After all, it's not going to be humans that we kill. It's just elves."

Roland sighed. "Are you not scared that this is a trick quest that will turn our inclination from Neutral Good to Evil?"

The Warrior immediately shut up.

As frequent visitors to the forum, they had read a lot of posts of other players on "trick quests."

One of the players, who accepted every quest he encountered, was directed by a sordid NPC to kill many innocent people.

He didn't realize what was going on until his inclination changed from Neutral Good to Chaotic Evil.

Now, he was wanted by the game system. Multiple players had triggered the quest "Eliminate the evil Golden Son and reduce him to level zero."

The EXP reward for that mission was quite high.

The player couldn't even delete his character. The option was unavailable after he entered the Temple of Life.

He could only be killed by other quest maniacs again and again.

Of course, nobody wanted that to happen to them.

"Let's divide into three groups and check the locations marked by Ans," Schuck suggested. "Margret and I will go to the farthest place. You can split into two parties and search the other two."

Hawk pondered for a moment and said, "I fear that what we see will be what the elf wants us to see."

Roland smiled. "But there will definitely be traces. It will be fine as long as we remain careful."

Everybody nodded and agreed with the plan.

They quickly finished the meat and left in three groups.

On Margret's back, Schuck took off and soon became a black spot in the sky.

Craning his head at them, Betta said enviously, "I wish I could fly too."

Roland said with a smile, "You can try to pick up the flight spells of the wind class later."

"The spells that the Warlocks can awaken are random except for the ones related to the dragon blood power." Betta sighed. "Chances are few that I can pick up a flight spell."

"You can still learn to make a magic scroll and then pick up the magic model of flight spells. Then, you can fly with the scroll," Roland suggested.

Although Roland was incapable of making magic scrolls yet, he had read relevant knowledge in the library in his magic tower.

So, knowledge was only beneficial. With more knowledge, one could plan better for the future.

Betta nodded. "I could try that later."

Then, the four-person squad set off.

Roland's squad included the Warrior named Suel and the frustrated Priest, as well as Betta.

According to Ans's map, it would take them two days to reach that village at a normal speed.

But as professionals, they had much more stamina that normal people did, and most importantly, they needed no rest.

They walked without stopping. When they were out of stamina, they would eat while they walked. As a result, they arrived at their destination after only a day and a night.

When it was dawn, they saw twenty ragged grass cottages as well as a few low houses made of red bricks.

Far away, many birds were chirping on top of the dilapidated buildings.

The village was quiet.

At the entrance of the village, they found that the wooden fences around the village meant to keep out beasts had been broken.

As far as their eyes could reach, skeletons in clothes that were riddled with holes were scattered on the road.

Some of the bones were stuck to dried, blackened flesh. There were also clear bite marks on the bones.

There was no telling if it was their imagination, but a vague stink was spreading in the air.

Subconsciously, Roland walked forward with his nose covered.

As they pressed on, they saw more and more skeletons. There were both adults and children who were no taller than one meter.

Suel looked quite awful, and Betta was similar.

Roland and the Priest, on the other hand, seemed natural, but they were not as peaceful as they appeared.

Those dead bodies, after being tormented by storms and beasts, actually couldn't have any scent left.

The vague stink was merely their imagination.

Thinking that through, Roland dropped his hands from his mouth.

Standing in front of a dry well, he looked around and said, "Check the bodies and see if we can find any leads."

They dispersed and regathered half an hour later, each lifting a white skull with a wooden stick.

Betta said, "I found no weapons, but it occurred to me that most skulls had a hole in them."

He showed the skull on his stick.

The other three showed their skulls too. Though the holes were at different locations, there was indeed a hole of similar size and shape on each of the skulls.

Holding the skull with Hand of Magic, Roland observed it for a moment and said, "I found no weapons in the places I explored, but all the skulls had a tiny hole in them, which means that they were indeed killed by small pointy weapons."

"Arrows!" Betta suggested.

Suel frowned. "But I didn't see any arrows. They couldn't have collected all the arrows that they shot, could they?"

"I read from books that the elves are naturally endowed with magic power. Their expert archers can form arrows with magic power…" Roland suddenly paused and frowned. "Wait. What's that smell?"

Roland turned back and looked around. Eventually, he looked down at the well before him. Gradually, he became grim.

He extended the blue Hand of Magic and picked up a big bucket from the bottom of the well.

The bucket was placed on the ground, and everybody gathered around it.

Inside the bucket was a body that had almost rotted into fluid. Though disfigured, it was probably only a baby, two to three years old.

The body was very slim. Though it was also rotten, a little pus was in the bucket.

Though the air was getting smelly, nobody covered their nose.

Observing it for a while, Roland clenched his fists, but his voice was very soft, as if he feared that he might wake up the kid. "He was starved."

Suel's and the Priest's eyes were immediately bloodshot.

Betta turned around and kicked the tree nearby into pieces, before he roared desperately.

"F*ck!"

The birds in the village, shocked, all flew away in flocks.

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Chapter 251 Lunatics

Everybody dispersed and collected all the bones.

With Stone to Mud and Hand of Magic, Roland easily dug a pit and pushed all the bones that they could see into it, before he put the bucket and the baby in the pit with Hand of Magic too.

His magic power burst out, and the rolling mud covered everything. Eventually, the mud rose into a round tomb and hardened into stones.

All of them were quite grave after they left the village.

It was not until a day later that the atmosphere finally improved.

Looking at the long green horizon of the Elf Forest far away, Suel said regretfully, "I should've livestreamed this."

"Why?" asked the Priest.

Suel sneered. "To show other people what elves are exactly. Now, there's a strange opinion on the forum. Some people think that elves are kind, beautiful, and righteous, and that everything about the elves is great."

The Priest shook his head. "It's unfair to criticize a group for some of the people in it. Some human beings have done horrible things too, but are all human beings evil? The problem is Nature's Wrath, who caused this. Everything will be fine after we eradicate it."

Behind Suel, Roland said casually, "I agree with Rommel."

The Priest was Rommel.

Betta was still in a trance. As the youngest in the team, he was not nineteen yet, and it was impossible for him to calm down after such a tragedy.

Hearing his companions' disagreement, Suel said after a brief silence, "But in any case, Nature's Wrath is dead for sure. I won't let them go, with or without this quest."

They walked for another day before they returned to their previous rendezvous point.

In the stone house, Schuck and the rest had waited for a while.

They shared their intelligence, only to find that the victims they saw all had a rhomboid hole in their skull, which was clearly caused by arrows.

There was not a second hole in any skull, and no arrows were left at the locations.

The experts among human beings could've done the same, but it would require too many of them in order to slaughter a whole village, leaving no survivors.

Human beings had a large population. It was possible to gather such a team, but those people were in different places and belonged to different organizations. It was barely possible to gather them all at once.

Therefore, only the elves could've deployed so many expert archers that easily.

The answer was obvious.

At this point, Roland found that not just them, Schuck and Hawk's squad were not in a good mood either.

Margret was probably the only unaffected person.

After all, a dragon's viewpoint could be very different from that of human beings.

They rested for two hours, before they found Ans by the lake.

As a "noble," Betta was responsible for the negotiation.

"We've confirmed that it was the elves' doing," Betta said hoarsely, not as perky as he usually was. "Now, can you tell us more details about Nature's Wrath?"

Ans nodded. "Naturally."

Then, Ans told them the basics of Nature's Wrath.

Nature's Wrath had hundreds of members, but of course, not all of them needed to be killed. Only the leadership had to be eliminated.

In Ans's opinion, there were twelve leaders that had to be killed.

The most important one of them was Ans's teacher, a Druid close to the level of Legend. He could transform into an emerald dragon.

However, since he was not a Legend, he could only use half the strength of an emerald dragon even if he became one.

The other eleven elves were the administrators of Nature's Wrath, including the deputies, the supply officers, the field commanders, etc.

After hearing Ans out, Betta took a long breath. "There are hundreds of people in Nature's Wrath, and we only have ten. Even if we're undying, it's troublesome for us to kill so many of them, and they will be warned if we try and fail."

"I'll create an opportunity for you, an opportunity where only the twelve leaders will show up," Ans said with a vague green light flashing in his eyes. "The opportunity will arrive soon, and all you need to do is wait."

Everybody nodded.

At this point, Roland said, "I have a question."

Ans looked at Roland. The elves had enough respect for spellcasters too. He said, "Please ask."

"According to you, the two villages and the town that were slaughtered did take part in slave deals." Roland stared the elf in the eyes and said, "From the perspective of the elves, Nature's Wrath should be heroes. Why would you destroy it?"

"Like I've said too many times, Nature's Wrath will consume the elves very soon." Ans rose and shouted in agony and fury, "You think I like this? But my teacher and his partners are truly mad! Let me tell you the truth. I don't care how many human beings my teacher killed, but he shouldn't have pointed his weapons at his own people. Alashee was executed just because he opposed my teacher's policy, and Barns, another opposer, is now missing. I can't find him at all."

Everybody looked at Ans, who suddenly burst into rage, in surprise.

Ans breathed hard. He was quite emotionally unsteady after the catharsis. "I can see that more and more conservatives will become my teacher's worshipers, until all the elves will be radical and aggressive."

"Isn't it great?" Suel snorted and said, "From the perspective of the elves, that's a sign that you will conquer the world."

"Great?" Ans jumped to his feet in fury, his handsome face twisted. "Are you mocking me, young human boy? Don't think that I don't know that the elves' doom will be underway once we become aggressive. This world belongs to human beings. We can kill the humans who enslave our people because we have the right to, but if we start a war, we will lose our justification, and all humans will consider us an enemy."

"You're not scared of human beings. You're so strong and proud." Suel chuckled.

Ans took a deep breath to calm himself down. "We have every reason to be proud, because we're more beautiful and cultured than you. But it does not change the fact that human beings are the dominators of the world."

Margret was angry to hear that. She raised her head and said, "Dragons are the dominators of this world."

Ans looked at Margret and said scornfully, "Individually speaking, the dragons are indeed the strongest, but collectively speaking, dragons are no better than elves. You are just a peripheral race that only has deterrence but no actual power of governance."

Margret jumped to her feet and shouted, "What did you say, chump?"

Legend had it that all elves were the children of the World Tree, so other races would call the elves chumps when they were pissed.

Ans maintained his mocking smile. "Am I wrong? If the dragons are really a powerful race, why don't you reign over mankind instead of hiding on Rhodes Island?"

Margret's face was pale with fury. "It's because we don't want to reign over them."

"The kobolds dig tunnels every day. They certainly don't want to admit that they're related to dragons either."

Kobolds were essentially miniature lizards. It was said that they were a sub-dragon species created by a male dragon and a half-meter-long lizard.

There was no telling how the male dragon did it.

All in all, the kobolds did have a dragon bloodline, though it was quite diluted.

There were often dragon-bloodline Warlocks among kobolds, but due to their congenital deficiencies, they could rarely grow strong.

Hearing Ans's sarcasm, Margret almost assumed her dragon from and spewed fire at the elf.

Schuck put his hand on her head in time and calmed her down immediately.

Seeing Margret fall silent, Ans decided not to argue with her anymore. He continued, "The elves can't afford to be aggressive. If we declare a war on humanity, we will be wiped out for sure. There are more than two billion humans on this continent. Even if every elf can kill a thousand human beings, we can only kill fifty million humans in total, which is too small a portion. We can't win at all."

At this point, Margret asked in surprise, "How many human beings? Two billion?"

"You don't know?" Ans chuckled coldly. "It seemed that dragons are even more egotistic and ignorant than elves. I'm told that you are a princess? Well, well…"

Margret was enraged, but she couldn't come up with a rebuttal. She could only seek comfort in Schuck's arms.

As for the players, they were all stunned.

Ans had revealed a lot of information just now, including the total population of elves, which was about fifty thousand.

Looking at the silent players, Ans went on, "I understand that you might distrust me or despise me for betraying my people, but I would like to make it clear that I'm inviting you to kill my teacher and my compatriots not because I want to help humans, but because I want to save the future of the elves.

"In any case, if my teacher joins the Council of Elders and the radicals come into power, the conflicts between elves and mankind will reach a peak within a hundred years."

There was grief in Ans's left eye and ruthlessness in his right, and on his face, there was the holiness of self-sacrifice.

When the three expressions mixed into one, he appeared like a complete lunatic.

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Chapter 252 Problem of Perspective

The air in the Elf Forest was indeed fresh and comfortable to breathe.

If the air in the human world could be compared to a brook with a vague scent of fish, the air in the Elf Forest would be the clear and sweet water from a spring.

Standing next to the lake, Roland watched the white-tailed fish swimming casually in the water.

It was really a pleasant environment, but Roland was not in a mood to appreciate it.

Next to him was Schuck and Margret.

Margret was upset, as Ans had bluntly unveiled a fact that she had been intentionally ignoring: though powerful, dragons were not the dominators of the world.

As a result, she felt that the world seemed to be collapsing, because she had been so proud of her identity for decades.

Looking at the fish for a while, Roland asked, "What do you think of Ans?"

"A lunatic, but also a politician," Schuck said gloomily. "To carry out his political aspirations, he asks for outsiders' help to kill his teacher and his compatriots. He's a self-contradictory person to me, but it's not my place to criticize him. After all, he's an elf, and I'm a human."

Roland nodded. "We're just outsiders. Besides, it's hard to say what's right and what's wrong in politics. Most of the time, it's just a matter of perspective."

Heaving a soft sigh, Schuck asked, "Do you want to take this quest or not?"

"Of course I do." Remembering the little body in the bucket, Roland said, "Whatever Ans's purpose is, it's a fact that Nature's Wrath slaughtered the villages and the town. I don't want to think now. I only want to choose the side of humanity and avenge them."

The forest was even quieter than before, leaves rustling in the wind.

Looking at Margret gently, Schuck said, "I'm definitely on the side of humanity too, but I think that we need to consider the opinions of other species now and then and try to reach a balance. After all, agree to disagree is the mainstream."

Roland glanced between Schuck and Margret and realized something. He nodded slightly.

Even best friends would inevitably have subtly different opinions on the same matter.

After another length of silence, Roland asked, "Where's Betta? I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's out, probably looking for wild fruits, ingredients, or seasonings." Remembering how his cousin ran out enthusiastically, Schuck smiled. "He's liked making his own food since childhood. He's certainly going to explore the Elf Forest."

Roland smiled too.

After all, Betta was only slightly over eighteen and not as sophisticated as they were. He could easily be caught by grief, but he could get rid of it easily too.

As Schuck expected, Betta returned to the stone house from the depths of the forest two hours later with a lot of fallen leaves as well as spiky little fruits.

Schuck patted off the dirt and grass and asked his cousin, "What have you found?"

"A lot." Betta took out his findings from his system Backpack. "Look at these fat spiders. This grass is spicy and can be used as pepper. This grass can be used as spices. This is a horned rabbit. I don't know how it tastes."

Looking at the things that Betta took out, everybody was lost for words. Did he personally try all the grasses he picked?

Looking at the fat white spiders, Margret subconsciously swallowed.

Roasted locusts were already delicious enough; roasted spiders would definitely be more palatable.

For most humans, the Elf Forest was dangerous. Apart from the large predators in the outskirts, there were also patrolling elves who could hunt trespassers regardless of their identity or race.

But for Betta, this was a treasury full of ingredients and spices that he had never seen before. If possible, he would be willing to stay a couple of years here.

Then, Betta made barbecue on the roof.

Delicious food was indeed one of the best solutions to depression. When everybody chit-chatted over fruit wine and strange barbecue, they felt a lot better. Of course, it did not mean that they completely forgot what they saw. They simply buried it in their hearts.

In the following days, they rested in the stone house. At first, they feared that the patrolling elves would spot them and cause unnecessary trouble.

But during these days, they encountered no elves in the forest except Ans.

Also, Betta pressed further into the forest every day when he looked for ingredients, but he did not run into any patrolling elves either.

That became a question for everybody on the team.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye. Ans was finally here. He was rather solemn, his hair slightly messy. "Tomorrow night, my teacher and the leadership of Nature's Wrath will have a bonfire at a certain place. They will discuss the plan for Nature's Wrath in the next two decades."

The elves had a long life, so all their plans were made according to decade.

A massive map was unfolded on the table, and Ans began to observe the stone house.

The magic power in the stone house was gone, but with his extraordinary magic talent, he realized that the stone house was a magic product.

Mud to Stone?

Even he did not have such a high precision. This human being was capable of doing that?

Ans glanced between the Priest and Roland before he eventually focused on Roland.

Most Priests would not waste their skill slots on spells that could not be practical in battle. Only the Mages, who were not restricted by skill slots, would learn this special spell.

Was this human adept at magic control?

But that was not obvious.

Roland was looking at the map when he noticed Ans's gaze. He raised his head, but Ans had moved his eyes away.

Roland was slightly puzzled.

The party from Nature's Wrath would meet not far away from here. According to the scale of the map, it was only twenty kilometers away.

After studying the map, Betta nodded and said, "Got it. We will go at least six hours in advance to set up an ambush."

"I hope that you can succeed." Ans glanced at them and said solemnly, "It's our only shot. I'm told that the Golden Sons can be resurrected in Temples of Life. I've set up a simplified temple for the Life Goddess outside of the location. I hope that it can be of some use."

Roland was quite surprised to hear that.

Betta asked, "Don't the elves worship the Goddess of Forests?"

"The Goddess of Forests does not reject other believers or force us to worship her. On the other hand, I'm actually a believer of the Life Goddess." Ans smiled. "That's why I know of the Golden Sons."

That explained why Ans requested the players to help him accomplish the quest.

Ans slightly bent and said sincerely, "Thank you for your trouble in advance. I need to go back to prepare now."

Everybody nodded.

After Ans left, Roland's team began to make preparations.

They examined their weapons. The Priest and the Warlock checked if the spells in their slots were suitable for the upcoming battle.

The Warlock, on his part, summoned a maggot.

The maggot showed up with an unusual stink.

Everybody couldn't help but cover their nose.

Hawk shouted, "Get it back! Get it back now! Do you want to stink us to death?"

The Warlock shrugged but had no choice except to recall the maggot. He said pitifully, "I fear that the magic waves would alarm the elves if I summon it right before the ambush."

"Then you should've at least waited until we're out of the house," Link said in disgust. "Besides, why did you choose a maggot as your magic pet? That's gross."

The Warlock said matter-of-factly, "The maggot is strong. Strength is the only thing that matters. Can you feed on prettiness?"

After he said that, everybody looked at Schuck and the dragon girl next to her.

"Fine. It's true that you can feed on prettiness." The Warlock was bummed and walked away.

Hawk took a long breath and said, "Since everybody is ready, I'd like to speak about our plan.

"I, Link, Dorfer, and Solomon will be the vanguard." Hawk pointed to the east of the mark on the map and continued, "According to the map, there's a hill here. It's a perfect spot for an ambush."

Dorfer was a Hunter and Solomon was a Warlock. Both of them could attack remotely, and the whole party would be within their range of attack from that hill.

"Rommel, Betta, Suel, and Rommel will be the supporters responsible for the buff spells. Suel, remember that your duty is not to fight but to protect Roland from the elven archers. Betta and Rommel are both complex classes. You can look for opportunities of attack on your own when it starts."

Eventually, Hawk looked at Schuck.

"Because of the dragon princess's intense dragon aura, you will be perceived by the elves if you're too close to the party. So, Schuck, please stand by with the dragon princess at the periphery. Three minutes before we strike, we will give you a signal. You and the dragon princess are the strongest fighters on our side. We need you to deal with the Druid who can turn into a dragon."

Schuck nodded. "Not a problem."

"This is the first time we've ever fought elves. I don't really have a detailed plan. Everybody will have to improvise after the battle begins."

Everybody chuckled in excitement.

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Chapter 253 Please Nerf the Warlocks

A bonfire party was a traditional evening activity for elves.

Privileges of entertainment were understandable since the elves could live a thousand years without meeting any danger their whole lives.

However, different from the corrupt means of entertainment of human nobles, the bonfire party of the elves was positive and even sophisticated.

Around a bonfire, the elves at the party would display the artwork they recently made, such as paintings, poems, or sculptures for their friends to appreciate.

When they were done talking about art, they would sing and dance.

Such a bonfire would usually last until dawn.

A lot of things had to be prepared when one was to throw such a party.

For example, they had to prepare the special firewood that had a pleasant fragrance and wouldn't yield too much smoke. Fruits, wine, and fresh meat were compulsory too.

In the end, they had to inform the possible participants of the party of the time and location of the party.

Delivering invitations to them could be a troublesome job.

It was because the Elf Forest was huge and the population of the elves was small. They were all distant from each other, and it could be time-consuming when a lot of people had to be notified.

But still, Ans completed the job carefully.

Also, in case the many guests he invited felt crowded, he considerately divided the bonfire party into two parts.

The leadership of Nature's Wrath was on the east, and the other elves were on the west not far away.

Although the elves' sense of hierarchy was not as strong as that of mankind, they still had it.

The night soon fell. After arranging the party at the two places with his subordinates, Ans, exhausted, sat on a single chair that was in the luxurious style of the elves and took a rest.

A male elf came to him. He had the handsome look of a normal elf and smiled. "Ans, thank you for your trouble. You're always so careful."

Ans opened his eyes; it was already dark. Because of the tall trees in the Elf Forest that blocked the sunlight, the night fell much earlier here than in the human world.

He snapped his fingers, and a bright purple ball of light illuminated the place.

It was an illumination skill of the elves. Because the leaves of the World Tree were purple, purple was the most honored color among the elves.

As a result, even the rays of their illumination skills were purple too.

"Graniso, why are you here instead of accompanying your expectant wife?"

"Don't mention it. She kicked me out." Graniso pulled a chair and sat down, then he smiled gently. "She said that a man should be doing things outside instead of pacing around a woman all the time. That was so unfair. I only wanted to spend some time with her. But you know how moody an expectant woman can be."

Ans asked, "Have you thought of a name for the baby yet?"

"I chose it a long time ago," Graniso said excitedly. "If it's a boy, Jakka, and if it's a girl, Nanna."

Ans nodded. "They're great names. Rest assured, you're going to have a healthy baby."

"Thank you." Graniso patted Ans's shoulder. "Then, when are you getting married? Many beautiful girls are waiting for you."

"I don't want to pursue love before my dream is realized." Ans shook his head.

While they talked, more and more elves gathered. They carried an assortment of items with them, including baskets of fruits, strange sculptures, and some snacks. Everybody around the bonfire seemed to be smiling.

Looking around, Ans stood up and said, "All right, most everyone is here. Let's get started."

The elves were familiar with each other. Therefore, there were no boring speeches or self-introductions at the beginning of the party.

Ans walked forward and ignited the enormous pile of firewood at the center of the gathering.

As more and more pieces of wood were ignited, the bonfire grew brighter and brighter.

The elves around the bonfire all clapped their hands.

A party of around twenty people would be neither too crowded nor too awkward.

The elves exchanged and appreciated each other's artworks.

Ans sat down and enjoyed the fruit wine.

Not far away, another bright fire was ignited. Obviously, the leadership of Nature's Wrath started their bonfire party too.

Ans sat and smiled in silence.

He knew that something unusual would happen soon, but he was not anxious at all.

When he finished a cup of fruit wine, Graniso approached and sat down next to him. "Wow. Dolly has made great progress in painting!"

Ans's eyes glittered. "Really? I'm going to take a look."

Actually, he couldn't care less about painting at this moment, but he pretended to be curious.

But the moment he rose, he noticed a bright and transparent magic wall rising far away.

The strong light of the wall could be seen despite the blockage of the dense trees.

"What are the leaders of Nature's Wrath doing?" Graniso scratched his head in confusion. "That magic wave is weird. Are they doing human magic experiments?"

Many people noticed the anomaly too. They all stood up and pointed at the wall, whispering to each other.

Observing it in silence for a few seconds, Ans said to Graniso, "Something seems to be wrong. I'm going to take a look."

"I'll go with you." Graniso rose and stood next to him.

Shoulder to shoulder, they walked toward the shining wall.

Four minutes later, they arrived at the foot of the wall.

Both of them were extremely surprised. Graniso even swallowed.

"What's this?"

An ivory curtain of light rose to the sky and blocked their way. After a shock, Ans took off and flew higher and higher with elven spells. He did not see the complete picture of the shining wall until he was two hundred meters high.

It was a square, glittering, massive barrier that covered almost eight hundred acres.

Descending from the sky, Ans said to Graniso quickly, "Inform the other members of Nature's Wrath. I think something is wrong."

"Okay." Graniso ran back quickly.

Soon, Ans was left alone.

He had been looking grave, but now he put on a smile.

Inside the massive barrier, Hawk's team were all stunned.

They had been fully prepared for an ambush, but two minutes after the people of Nature's Wrath lit the bonfire, the quest system dropped a notification on their system menu.

"Epic quest activated. A large dungeon environment has been established for six hours until all the elves within the dungeon are executed."

After the notification, the surrounding space was immediately locked down by a special barrier.

The members of Nature's Wrath who were about to have a party, all shocked, grabbed their weapons vigilantly.

It was impossible to ambush the elves now. Hawk simply stood up from the bush and roared, "Forget it! Just attack!"

Then, he charged at the bonfire before everybody else, closely followed by Link.

Dorfer, the Hunter, stood up and shot three consecutive arrows at an elf next to the bonfire.

The Warlock summoned his maggot and gave the order "Squirt Poop."

The three-meter-long maggot wriggled and bulged. Eventually, all its bulging parts were gathered at the center of its body, before it spurted out a mass of black and yellow stuff.

The Hunter was subconsciously taking breath after just shooting three consecutive arrows.

But the moment he inhaled, a strange smell squeezed into his lungs through his nose. He trembled and paled.

Then, he stepped back and gagged, before he looked in fear at the maggot which was "accumulating strength" again.

Dorfer stepped further away.

The previous three consecutive arrows did not land. The target dodged them and had found his location.

Then, multiple bows were aimed at him. Even though Dorfer and Solomon the Warlock were more than a hundred meters away, they felt that pointy weapons seemed to have been stuck to their forehead.

But thankfully, the black and yellow stuff the maggot spurted out had reached the people of Nature's Wrath in a parabola.

A male elf, who was the tallest among them and had dragon horns on his forehead like Margret did, raised his staff and pointed at the black and yellow stuff, launching a small fireball.

Then… it exploded.

The black and yellow stuff, heated and sticky, fell like boiled rainwater.

The coverage was appallingly huge.

Many people of Nature's Wrath were stained. They extended their fingers and rubbed some of the matter off. They observed it and even sniffed it.

For intelligent creatures, they needed time to recognize special, stimulative smells, which could take a couple of seconds.

After that… the twelve elves near the bonfire trembled hard with pale faces, both disgusted and infuriated, as if someone had killed their whole family.

Three of them were even vomiting in fury.

The male elf with dragon horns lowered his head and looked at the stains on his clothes. Then he slowly raised his head.

His previously green eyes were now bloodshot.

His body expanded nonstop, green magic power around him. In no more than two seconds, he became a green dragon six meters long and four meters tall.

The green dragon flapped his wings, and a thunderous roar rumbled under the sky. "Filthy and shameless human beings, I'm going to kill you!"

At this point, the maggot, which had accumulated enough material, squirted a second time.

In the meantime, the fireball in Roland's hand expanded to around half a meter in diameter.

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Chapter 254 Major Gap in Combat Ability

The emerald dragon that the Druid turned into flapped his wings while he leaped, raising an appalling wind, before he surged into the sky and charged at Solomon.

Before he drew near, all the players had already sensed heavy pressure when the dragon rushed at them, as if a mountain was hanging above them.

Solomon's first reaction was to recall his maggot and send it back to the special space where magic pets were kept.

It was definitely a smart decision, as the emerald dragon had spurted out a mouthful of green saliva the moment he took off. The saliva crashed into the second mass of black and yellow stuff and vaporized it. Then, it hit exactly where Solomon was standing.

Though Solomon was defending himself with the magic barrier that he had randomly learned as a Warlock, the dragon saliva consumed him. His magic shield broke within half a second. Then, Solomon was reduced to bones before he even had the chance to scream.

It was a spew of acid, one of the emerald dragon's special skills.

After the green acid melted Solomon, it splashed everywhere on the ground, and when it hit trees, grass, or mud, there would be a rustling sound of collision and a surge of foam.

Dorfer, the Hunter who was slightly far away, was hit by a drop of acid on his left arm. Then, his leather armor was immediately blackened. His left arm was sore too.

Greatly scared, he cut his left arm with his dagger for self-defense, slashing off the part of his flesh that was stained by the acid.

The flesh dropped to the ground and was soon gone because of the corrosion.

However, Dorfer found that his bow trembled hard when he tried to pull it with his wounded left arm.

Because of the weakened sense of pain, Dorfer did not really feel any agony from his left arm, but the wound inevitably affected the strength and stability of his arm.

He had a try, and his arrow simply missed the target fifty meters away.

His tentative arrow was spotted by the elves. Realizing where he was, they shot a dozen regular and magic arrows at him.

Dorfer hurried to dodge, but the emerald dragon had discovered him too. The dragon flew back abruptly and craned its head, taking a deep breath.

It was not hard to say that another mouthful of saliva was upcoming.

But at this point, Roland finally took action. The blue fireball that was almost one meter in diameter was thrown in midair.

Actually, Roland had been hit remotely at least four times, but the attacks were all blocked by Suel with a round shield.

Roland suspected that Suel had special skills against remote attacks, because he had accurately blocked the zigzagging arrows, some of which were even magic, with a tiny round shield that did not have a large coverage.

Roland had intended to wait until the fireball grew bigger, but the elves had noticed the threat of Roland's fireball with their keen senses of magic.

Those four attacks were just a prelude. More elves had focused their eyes on him.

If Roland didn't attack, he would be faced with a rain of arrows soon, which Suel might not be able to block.

The blue fireball flew at the emerald dragon in the sky, and the emerald dragon looked at it in disdain.

Seeing the fireball coming at him, the dragon moved horizontally to avoid the trajectory of the fireball.

However awesome a spell was, it was pointless if it could not hit the target.

Right when the fireball and the dragon were about to pass each other, Roland snapped his fingers.

The fireball immediately glittered in an intense explosion, swallowing the dragon in overwhelming flames.

That was not all. The blast and heat waves caused by the explosion reached the ground from midair.

The trees within dozens of meters were all bent. Some of the seedlings were easily broken apart.

Hawk and Link had almost reached the elves, but under the tremendous waves, Hawk nearly fell, and Link fell on one of his knees.

Link was greatly shocked and thought that he was dead for sure. After all, the elven archers were aiming at him.

But then he realized that the elves were even more badly hurt. They were almost all lying on the ground.

Hawk was overjoyed to see that after he regained balance. He simply activated Leap Slash.

He leaped to the nearest archer and knocked him to the sky, before he slashed the handsome archer into two with his sword.

At this point, Link got back to his feet too.

The pure physical pressure could only be resisted with a sturdy body. Since the elves were generally vulnerable and hadn't activated their defense spells, they were terribly affected.

But they were agile. Right after Hawk killed the first elf and was about to launch a second attack, two arrows hit his chest at the same time.

As it happened, two archers had stood up and shot two magic arrows.

Hawk roared. He sensed that his strength was dwindling. He was about to cheer himself up with a roar, when an arrow penetrated his throat and another one stabbed into his eye, revealing the arrowhead at the back of his head.

Hawk trembled and fell backward, his eyes losing focus.

Seeing that, Link roared and performed Leap Slash, but before he landed, six arrows had been shot at him.

He blocked four arrows with his sword, but the last two hit his chest and his right hand.

When he landed, he knocked away an elf. When he was about to behead the elf like Hawk did, another ten arrows flew at him.

Pu! Pu! Pu! After the consecutive hits, Link collapsed with twelve arrows in him, not far away from Hawk's body.

"Sh*t!" Suel roared after seeing that.

These elves were all elites. Some were even close to the Master level.

Their archery was impressive too. It was both fast and accurate.

Suel was far away from them and had time to react, but Hawk and Link were too close to them to dodge after they shot the arrows.

At this point, the flames in the sky finally dispersed.

The emerald dragon had turned into a "black dragon." Almost all its scales had dropped. There was no blood, because the blood had been vaporized.

But the dragon was still flying and seemed to be capable of fighting.

His bloodshot eyes were fully focused on Roland.

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Chapter 255 Dragon Versus Dragon

How does it feel when a furious dragon glares at you?

Were it a question on Zhihu[1, there would be many vividly made-up answers as if dragons did exist in this world.

But at this point, Roland only wanted to say that he did not really feel anything when the dragon gazed at him, because he had no time to consider that.

Summoning three shield-wielding magic puppets, he backed off quickly, not to hide from the dragon but to avoid the remote attacks from other elves.

At least six elves had aimed at him.

While retreating, Roland said, "Let's disperse, or we will be immediately turned to slush if the emerald dragon spits at us again."

As instructed, Suel ran ten meters away and shouted, "The dragon is on us! When is Schuck coming? I think only a dragon can defeat a dragon!"

"I've informed him in the guild channel!" Roland shouted. "He's probably going to be here soon."

As they talked, another few arrows were shot at them.

Suel blocked two of the arrows, and the rest were taken by the three magic puppets.

But of course, the three magic puppets slightly dimmed after that.

Roland continued backing off. He tried to gather more massive fireballs, but whenever he summoned a fireball, multiple zigzagging arrows would be coming at him from his sides.

Thankfully, Roland's three magic puppets had him fully covered.

However, after the multiple attacks, two of the puppets disappeared at the same time.

There was a limit to the total attack damage that a magic puppet could take.

For a magic puppet with a defense of "10" and an HP of "100," any attack greater than 10 would eliminate the magic puppet directly, and if the attack was lower than 10, the magic puppet would still be gone when it lost all 100 HP after multiple attacks. The HP of a magic puppet was essentially the quantity of magic power that formed the puppet.

Although the magic puppets blocked the arrows, two of them disappeared on the spot.

It must be said that the elves were much better at archery than human Hunters on average.

Without the two magic puppets, seven arrows were immediately shot at him.

Roland had to pause the accumulation of magic power and hurl out the fireball, the diameter of which was less than thirty centimeters.

This time, Roland aimed at the archers far away.

He did not throw it at the emerald dragon because even the fireball one meter in diameter failed to kill him, so this one would be useless.

Roland had thought that this fireball might hit one of the elves and heavily wound them even if it couldn't kill them.

But Roland's wish did not come true. Although the constitution of elves was relatively low, their intelligence and agility were high.

The fireball had been hit by four magic arrows at the same time when it was halfway through.

The fireball exploded and raised a mass of sparks, but it did not hurt anything except the flowers and grasses.

Suel roared and rushed forward, but he was forced to step back by nine archers.

They shot four arrows at him every second, and the only thing that Suel could do was wave his left arm to block all the arrows with his round shield.

At the same time, those elves shot at Roland now and then.

Roland summoned another two magic puppets to block the arrows for him.

At this point, the green dragon that had been staring at Roland took action. He raised his head and, half a second later, suddenly lowered it again, spurting out a much larger mass of acid at Roland.

The acid flew at a high speed. Roland was not a melee class and could not run fast. Logically, he couldn't have escaped from the acid.

However, he disappeared after a snap of his fingers and then reappeared under the tree sixty meters away.

It was Teleportation, a life-saving skill for a spellcaster.

However, the emerald dragon reacted even faster. He captured Roland the moment he reappeared and spewed saliva at him again.

After just recovering from the dizziness of teleportation, Roland saw another mass of dragon drool. Having no choice, he could only teleport again.

Seeing that his attacks failed again, the emerald dragon was apparently upset.

At this point, Betta and Rommel, who had been absent since the beginning, each appeared beside an elf.

Both of them had acquired Secondary Stealth randomly, so they had decided what to do since the beginning.

They would kill the enemy as assassins.

It must be said that their plan was successful.

With two screams, two elves collapsed on the ground, holding their backs.

Betta and Rommel, on the other hand, were riddled with holes by other archers after they exposed themselves and collapsed.

"Another two are down." Roland smiled. As long as things went like this, victory would be his soon enough.

At this point, the green dragon spurted out another mouthful of acid.

Roland disappeared and reappeared on a rock nearby.

The dragon was more than infuriated when his attack missed the target again. He roared desperately, and countless transparent chains appeared, as if they were restraining the space.

"Dimensional Anchor…"

Roland sighed helplessly. Now, he had sensed with his mental power that the space around him had changed from a lake into a stone, and it was impossible for him to teleport again.

After the Dimensional Anchor took effect, the emerald dragon craned his head.

"It seems that I have to die once now." Roland sighed, regretful about the EXP that he was going to lose.

It was the most dangerous moment for Suel too, because too many arrows were being shot at him.

Even the hardest shield could not fully cover him.

When the emerald dragon was about to spew acid again, a red dragon broke through the curtain of light and joined the battle.

The red dragon then crashed into the burnt emerald dragon, and both of them fell to the ground.

While rolling on the ground, they bit and mauled each other.

With a pair of golden wings on his back, Schuck slowly descended from the sky.

"Sorry I'm late."

While Schuck was talking, the green dragon suddenly grabbed the red dragon's neck and threw her off.

The emerald dragon was much heavier though it was a flying creature. So, it successfully threw Margret toward Schuck.

After a heavy collision, the red dragon rolled, leaving a pit on the ground.

After throwing the red dragon, the green dragon sat up and was about to take off, when the red dragon quickly regained balance and lunged at him, tackling the green dragon to the ground again.

"We might turn this around…" Roland's eyes glittered. "Schuck, you're not helping her?"

[1] a Chinese version of Quora

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Chapter 256 I"m Very Curious

While the two gigantic dragons were brutalizing each other, the earth shook each time they rolled on the ground and collided.

Although dragons were flying creatures, they were good fighters on the ground too.

They had thick bodies, hard scales, sharp teeth, and dragon spells.

Many people thought that they would be victorious if they forced a dragon to land, but in fact, a dragon was worse when it was on the ground.

When a dragon was in the sky, it was only agile and could launch remote attacks, which were not nearly as destructive as they were on the ground.

This was exactly the case. When the two dragons bit each other, a shower of blood rained down.

In the meantime, they were also spurting dragon's breath at each other.

Flames and acids were splashing everywhere. The flowers and grass were set ablaze and then corroded until they were almost fully gone.

Margret was a real dragon, and the emerald dragon was only transformed from a Druid. Logically, Margret should be stronger than the emerald dragon.

But the problem was that Margret was still too young. She was no more than a hundred years old; in terms of dragon strength, she was only a girl and at level six.

The Druid, on the other hand, was at level eleven. He had much more battle experience and special skills at his disposal.

Even though the scales of the emerald dragon had been burnt up by Roland, Margret was still on the losing end in a close-range battle with the emerald dragon.

That was why Roland asked Schuck to help her.

"I was only scared that you would accuse me of abandoning a friend for a girl."

Schuck rolled his eyes. He turned around, only to see Margret be hit by another stream of acid. Most of the scales on her front had dropped, and under the sprinkle of acid, her flesh was immediately blackened, smoke rising up.

Schuck was immediately infuriated. He cast Light Rapid Healing on Margret and shouted, "Margret, step back!"

Though she was furious, Margret heard him and flapped her wings, flying back a dozen meters and raising a strong wind.

In the wind, Schuck raised his swords and shouted, "Decree: Falling Sun!"

Dazzling light appeared above the green dragon, and a gold ball of light descended with an extremely high temperature.

The green dragon raised his head at the sun in vigilance.

Then, surrounded by golden streaks of light, the emerald dragon transformed into a strong, naked male elf in no more than a second.

Then, Schuck was stunned.

His Decree lost its target, which resulted in the failure of spellcasting and caused a magic recoil.

Schuck grunted, pale, and the golden ball of light in the sky disappeared after it broke into countless spots.

"It lost the target?"

Schuck found it hard to believe.

Actually, to the knowledge of the magic world, the different forms of a Druid would be considered as different lives.

Essentially speaking, both a black leopard and an emerald dragon was the elven Druid.

But from the perspective of magic, the black leopard, the emerald dragon, and the elven Druid were three kinds of targets or lives.

The naked male elf grinned at Schuck hideously and ran at him. While he was running, he turned into a black leopard.

After another few steps, the black leopard was gone.

While stepping back, Schuck cast two defensive spells on himself.

The moment he finished, the black leopard appeared two meters before Schuck and pranced at him.

His sharp claws gleamed with cold light as they snatched at Schuck's head.

Schuck raised his sword to block. After a clang, Schuck was forced back, and the black leopard flipped back with the counterforce and landed.

The moment he landed, the black leopard jumped back again, and a pillar of fire hit where he had just been standing.

Avoiding the fire attack, the black leopard looked back in disdain at Margret, who was spurting out fire.

At this point, Schuck checked his giant sword, only to see three small holes in it. They could've only been caused by the black leopard.

He couldn't help but gasp at the sharpness of the black leopard's claws.

His sword was forged with the finest steel. More importantly, it was imbued with the power of light. Yet, the black leopard's claws had left three holes in it.

What were the black leopard's claws made of exactly?

Actually, as a special class of the elves, the Druids had their unusual qualities.

Morph was the central skill for the Druids.

The Druids could assume the form of multiple animals to deal with different environments.

The emerald dragon was the Druids' strongest form with average abilities.

This form was excellent in terms of survival, destruction, mobility, etc. There were no shortcomings.

The black leopard form, on the other hand, was the most destructive of all the Druids' forms.

After turning into a black leopard, the Druids would acquire Natural Stealth, and the hardness of their claws would increase with their level.

The black leopard claws of a level-five Druid would be considered a Penetrative Weapon, and those of a level-ten Druid would be considered a Mithril weapon.

Mithril was a hard metal and a good suppressor of magic. If the attack was powerful enough, a weapon made of Mithril could easily tear a magic shield apart.

That was why three holes were punctured in Schuck's giant sword.

The black leopard entered stealth mode again. Immediately, flames hit somewhere nearby and forced him to reveal himself.

But the black leopard was extremely fast. Like black lightning, it jumped elsewhere and entered stealth mode again. This time, even Margret failed to track it.

The black leopard's stealth ability could hardly deceive the eyes of a dragon that could see through disguises. It must be somewhere that Margret could not see.

Margret flapped her wings and shouted, "Schuck, come here!"

Since the enemy had advantages on the ground, they should fly into the sky.

That was Margret's simple thought.

But Schuck shook his head.

On Roland's end, after blocking another dozen arrows, Suel was finally hit on the forehead, before multiple arrows shot his throat and his heart. He fell backward.

Even though he specialized in blocking arrows, he could not guarantee he'd block all arrows. It was still a matter of intensity.

Just now, Roland threw out another three fireballs, but they were all blown up by the enemy.

Besides, Roland had no time to accumulate power. As long as he dared to accumulate his magic power to cast a spell, he would be faced with a lot of tricky arrows, and he had to summon shield-wielding magic puppets to protect himself.

At this point, Roland finally understood why most Mages required the protection of Warriors.

It was true that chances were few for them to cast a spell when a strong archer was onto them.

At this point, Roland, the Hunter, Schuck, and Margret were the only ones left on the battlefield.

The black leopard suddenly appeared ten meters ahead of Schuck. With bloodshot eyes, he suddenly spoke in the human tongue. "You are a Saint Samurai. You're supposed to be a symbol of justice and order. Why did you ambush us?"

The other elves stopped attacking, although they still aimed their long bows at Roland and Schuck.

Schuck sneered. "You slaughtered so many humans in two villages and one town without even sparing the babies, and you're asking me why I ambushed you?"

After a brief silence, the black leopard asked, "How did you know that?"

"Nothing can be kept a secret forever."

"It doesn't matter how you learned it. We've done nothing wrong. The human beings who imprison and enslave elves deserve death."

Schuck shouted angrily, "You could've killed the criminals and spared the innocents. Why did you kill the infants and the children? Do you have any morals?"

"Some of my people were tortured to death by them. As far as I know, the folk in the villages and the town all enjoyed the show excitedly. When death drew near, none of them were innocent." The black leopard looked at Schuck and Roland and then said, "I don't want to discuss philosophy with you. It's boring. All I want to say is that your men are mostly dead. If you kill the other two human beings, I will let you and the red dragon go."

Hearing that, Roland grinned and pinged Schuck in the guild system.

Roland: "Buy us some time until Hawk and the rest of them resurrect and come back."

Schuck: "Got it."

After replying to Roland, Schuck looked at the black leopard and smiled. "You're willing to let us go?"

"Although I'm not happy to admit it, if a Saint Samurai and a dragon knight dies in my home, the Church of Light would definitely seek retaliation on the elves." The black leopard said casually, "Thank your defensive goddess, unwise Saint Samurai."

The black leopard's voice was low and full of regret and helplessness.

"They say that the elves are innocent, but you're rather sordid in my opinion." Schuck snorted and smiled. "The Saint Samurai have to abide by the virtues of knighthood; we cannot abandon our comrades. If I let you kill my friends, I will definitely be forsaken by the goddess and corrupted into a Dark Knight, and you won't let me go after I turn into a Dark Knight. So, all of us will die in the end anyway."

The black leopard stepped back. Gazing at Schuck, he said in vague surprise, "You're smarter than I thought, human."

Actually, it was exactly the Druid's plan, but it did not occur to him that Schuck would see through him so easily.

"You could've turned into a Dark Knight yourself and saved each other's time." The leopard walked along gracefully and continued, "You're going to die anyway. Why don't you tell me the truth before you die? I'm very curious about who told you of the slaughters."

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Chapter 257 Harder Than Imagined

Saint Samurai was a very powerful profession, so powerful that the game development team called it a bug. The core specialty unique to the profession was Body of Light.

The profession's use of any melee weapon rendered it a "weightless" weapon, meaning that even a greatsword could be brandished as easily as a dagger. In the simplest measurement conditions, the heavier the weapon, the faster it could be swung, then the higher the impact damage it could naturally do.

Using a ten-kilogram greatsword, swinging it with the same attack speed as a dagger…

Daggers, on the other hand, were generally around a kilogram, a tenth of the base weight of greatswords.

This was why, even with a focused addition on Charm, the Saint Samurai's melee base damage ability was not far from that of Warriors of the same level.

However, the average Saint Samurai wouldn't purposely learn melee combat specialties, so their melee combat abilities could catch up to that of Warriors, but not surpass them.

Body of Light had another effect: any armor worn was rendered "weightless" armor, and the power of light would continuously strengthen the armor, transforming it, slowly and permanently increasing its defensive resistance and magic resistance. The maximum effect was the character's level multiplied by three.

Therefore, Saint Samurai would not normally change their armor, because, after three to five years of wearing it, their armor would become divine armor with considerably strong defense, not much worse than the armor of Heroes.

The Saint Samurai's secondary profession specialty was Wings of Light.

Once the character was at level five, they would automatically learn Wings of Light, which allowed them to use light theurgy to condense a pair of golden wings of light behind their back, giving the spellcaster the effect of Rudimentary Acceleration as well as the ability to levitate.

From this level onward, the attractiveness index of the Saint Samurai would be further enhanced

After level ten, the Wings of Light would become two pairs, and the spellcaster would be able to obtain the ability of Intermediate Acceleration, which would not only greatly increase movement speed on the ground, but also increase one's own attack speed, and allow short-distance flight; the longest flight distance was character level times two kilometers, the fastest flight speed was character level times 1.5 meters per second, the maximum flight height was character level times two meters, and the maximum accumulation limit for the number of flights was their level divided by four', which would naturally accumulate once every eight hours.

After level 15, the Saint Samurai was rumored to be able to obtain three pairs of light wings, but no Legendary Saint Samurai had been born since the history of the Church of Light, so no one knew what abilities the Saint Samurai would have after level 15.

The Saint Samurai was very, very powerful, but their limitations were quite obvious. First of all, they derived their power from the Goddess of Light, and their alignment had to be good, or at least neutral good. If their thoughts and actions deviated from the good alignment, they degenerated into Dark Knights, or also known as Dark Samurai.

A Dark Knight would lose the Goddess's favor and the power of light. At the same time, they would be given power by certain demonic gods in the demon realm, and from then on, their strength and personality would change. According to the records of the Church of Light, the higher the level of the Saint Samurai, the more likely they would be tempted by demonic gods.

Or to put it another way, most demonic gods were quite interested in corrupting Saint Samurai.

A powerful profession was bound to have considerable limitations as well.

If Schuck dared to abandon Roland and his other teammates, under normal circumstances, there would be a spontaneous alignment test, which would cause the gods' fondness value to drop and their strength to drop, even if they weren't directly expelled from the Saint Samurai "household."

This was the true weakness of the clerical professions; once you lost the favor of the gods, you would be nothing.

This was why the Druid explicitly said that he was concerned about Schuck, a dragon knight, and was afraid of the forces behind him.

But in reality, he was pushing Schuck to his death, and if Schuck believed him, Shuck would suffer great losses.

Upon hearing that the black panther was quite interested in who the traitor was, Shuck smiled, cast another healing spell on Margret, and then said, "Again, it would be betrayal if I told you who the traitor was—you're clearly just an elf, yet there's a trap in every word you speak.'

The panther snickered twice. "But it's better than you dying right now. Maybe we can compromise and you can get that dragon to tell me who betrayed us! That way it won't count as your betrayal."

It was indeed a solution, though just as likely to deviate his alignment, but not much; after all, the words didn't come out of his mouth.

It was sort of a tricky way to do it.

However, it couldn't be done many times, or there would be alignment shifts just the same.

Now, all Shuck had to do was stall for time, so he said faintly, "Is it possible for me to think about it?"

"Yes." The black panther nodded very much like a human. After transforming into a black panther, his eyes had turned light purple and seemed to hold a seductive power. "But the other two humans must die. After all, we only promised that you and the red dragon could live."

Roland gave Schuck a look that told him to keep stalling, then he shouted to the Hunter, Dorfer, "Run!"

Dorfer instantly got the message and bolted in the direction of the resurrection point.

The black panther signaled and several elves immediately chased after him.

As they ran, an arrow that could turn a corner shot at them.

Because this space was all locked up by the Dimensional Anchor, Roland couldn't use Teleportation and could only run wildly on foot.

It was a good thing he summoned three shield-wielding dolls to cover his retreat, and after running for a few meters, he wasn't hit by any arrows.

Just how could a Mage outrun an elf without Teleportation… In less than a minute, an arrow caught up to Roland and hit the right side of his back, the tip of the arrow piercing through his chest.

A pool of blood erupted like a geyser, and Roland took a few more steps due to inertia before collapsing to the ground.

Because of the reduced pain, it didn't hurt so much, but his entire body felt weak.

Several elves caught up with him and fired an arrow at his head.

Now Roland was really dead.

His soul was released and then he was reborn in a plain church.

Jumping up from the cold stone altar, Roland took out plainclothes from his Backpack and put them on.

Now players had learned the way and put clothes in their Backpacks so that they wouldn't be naked after respawning and have trouble finding something to wear.

This was the second time he had died since he entered the game, and he had to admit that an epic-level quest was really difficult.

Not to mention a Druid who could turn into a dragon, the eleven elves alone were all so strong.

In other words, it cost them eight lives to achieve the deaths of the other three elves.

It didn't matter. It was good that they could trade their lives… They could come back to life infinitely anyway, it was just that the loss of experience might be a bit high.

He subconsciously looked at his character's experience bar and felt a pang of pain.

He was already at about 65% of his experience bar, but as soon as he died, it went straight down to about 7%. If he died again, he would definitely drop a level.

No, I have to get the corpse back, so I can retrieve 50 percent of the lost experience.

After changing his clothes, Roland immediately raced to the battlefield.

After running for over two minutes, Roland finally saw his companions who were fighting against the elves of Nature's Wrath.

Link was down on the ground again with six arrows in his body, Dorfer was also down, and meanwhile, Betta was tangling with an elf, and Hawk was chasing an elf, like a gorilla chasing Tarzan.

And the male elf was indeed like Tarzan, pivoting and shifting from tree to tree, going high up and then back down.

Hawk, on the other hand, swung his greatsword, chasing from the ground, and with strike after strike, like a spinning windmill, knocked down all the trees in his path.

The scene gave Roland the impression of a heavy tank opening up a path.

Although the elf looked to be in great peril, he wasn't really threatened at all, and he was able to return fire as he jumped, firing an arrow at Hawk from time to time.

Roland immediately used Body Fortification on Hawk, the extreme kind.

Hawk's speed increased a bit more, his body seemed to grow a little bigger, his mouth was spewing white gas, and he had at least six arrows hanging off his body by now, but none of them hit vital points, all stuck inside the sturdy, huge pile of muscle.

"Jump trees for the rest of your life if you can, elf monkey."

Hawk didn't care about the arrows in his body and ran after the elf.

Roland slowed down after following for a while, and he realized something was wrong.

He had just seen the dead Dorfer, the dead Link who had died again, and the mad Hawk.

But the problem was… where were Betta and the Priest? And the Warlocks?

Roland subconsciously summoned the magic shield-wielding doll.

Because he had just been revived and was still in a semi-weak state, all of its attributes had decreased.

After looking around and not finding any other traces, he slowly retreated to the plain respawn point.

After all, the spells he was learning now were not comprehensive. If he knew any other spells involving magic shields, agility acceleration, attack acceleration, and so on, he would definitely cast it all and fight the other side head-on.

But he was still in the development stage of the Mage profession, and his own state was not good, so he planned to retreat first and join up with Link, who was preparing to be resurrected, and Dorfer.

Together, the three of them could look out for each other.

While thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of bowstrings snapping three times.

As his expression changed, three magic dolls immediately protected him with a triangular formation.

Although two arrows were blocked, the third arrow actually shot down from a parabolic arc and pierced Roland's shoulder.

If it wasn't for Roland's quick reaction and side-step, the arrow could have hit him directly on the top of his head.

It could thus be seen how powerful the elves' archery abilities were.

He fiercely plucked the arrow from his shoulder, taking a piece of flesh with it.

And then he looked around, but didn't see any enemies; it was too dim around here.

He snapped his fingers and the three orbs of light were extinguished by three arrows as soon as they rose into the air.

However, Roland also judged the approximate location of the enemy from where the three arrows were coming from and shot out an instant-cast Self-Destructing Fireball.

With a swoosh, the fist-sized fireball flew to the location Roland had judged with great speed and then detonated immediately.

Although it was only Inferior Fireball, it was quite powerful, no less powerful than a grenade.

A loud bang, a large handful of fallen leaves, and several shattered tree branches… There was no sign of any enemy being hit. Roland exhaled slowly, letting the three magic dolls protect him, and carefully retreated.

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Chapter 258 Prepare Two Hands

Roland backed away as he rapidly thought about the current situation on the battlefield in order to try to find information about the enemy.

Aside from the Druid who could turn into a dragon, the elves seemed to be Hunters.

They were quite good at archery, moved very fast, and were able to get high up in the trees.

This rendered Roland's Ice Ring completely useless.

Ice Ring was a ground-based group offensive spell that was quite effective against enemies who loved to stand on the ground, but it had little to no effect against such enemies who bounced around and alternated between up and down.

And most importantly, all elven Hunters also practiced nature magic; their average magic resistance wasn't something humans could compare to.

From this battle, Roland discovered many problems with himself.

When encountering an extremely mobile enemy like an elf, his trump card Inferior Fireball and Ice Ring would not be useful.

The opponent's speed was really too fast and it was hard to lock on.

In addition, he barely had a chance to use the "accumulating fireball." The elves' projectile interference was really annoying, and Roland finally understood why the Mages' general knowledge he had read in the library said that Hunters were one of the Mages' early arch-enemies.

Letting the three puppets guard him, Roland slowly retreated on the ground of withered leaves, setting off rustling sounds.

After retreating about ten meters, three consecutive arrows were fired.

This time the other party didn't use any more overarching shots, it was just a normal horizontal shot. The three arrows with natural energy almost hit the same point on the same puppet's light shield, directly destroying the puppet.

Roland had been vigilant, and the moment the puppet disappeared, he summoned a new magic doll.

As a result, as soon as this puppet appeared, its shield and body of magic were pierced by a long arrow.

But for this magic doll, it wasn't a fatal injury.

The doll plucked the long arrow out of its body and threw it to the ground.

It was only then that Roland realized that the arrow was at least fifty percent longer than the previous one, and the arrowhead was spiral-shaped.

This was a typical powerful penetrating arrow. If Roland had been half a second slower just now, then even if he had a magic shield on his body, he would most likely have been pierced through.

Exhaling softly, Roland continued to retreat.

However, by the time he had almost retreated to the simplified Church of Life, he wasn't attacked again.

The two of them, Link and Dorfer, were also wearing plain clothes, having been reborn from the resurrection point and had joined him.

"Is everything all right, Roland?" Link, carrying a standard greatsword, asked.

"It's fine, just being targeted by the enemy."

Link looked at the dark woods around him and said, "I've already lost a level, and if I die twice more, I'll probably lose another level."

"My current experience is relatively low, and I've also dropped a level." Dorfer laughed bitterly.

Not only had they dropped a level, but they were also in the weakened state of being reborn, meaning that their strength was greatly reduced.

Roland took a moment to look at his system interface and found that the state of weakness was gradually reducing. Then he said, "No matter what, even if weakened, we have to go up to support them—otherwise, if we die a few more times, we'll lose even more."

Dorfer said depressingly, "I hope this epic quest gives enough experience to at least give us a slight surplus, otherwise we'll lose a lot."

"Don't think so much about it yet." Link stepped in front of Roland and the puppet as he walked, scanning left and right very vigilantly for any traces that might be revealed by the enemy. "Let's go support the front line first."

Although they were very vigilant, the three of them were not slow, and soon reached the place where Link had died before.

Link and Dorfer immediately retrieved their corpses, and the stream of light pixels merged into their bodies. Then they looked much more relaxed.

After retrieving their corpses, they not only got back about 5% of their total experience but most importantly, they removed their state of weakness.

The three of them continued forward, faster this time, and in the process, they found a blood trail, which they followed, and then they found Hawk's corpse.

A huge, majestic body that resembled a strong orc was kneeling on one knee.

Underneath him, there were pools of blood that dripped as if they were on the side of a small lake, and there were at least thirty arrows stuck on the front side of the corpse.

Hawk was not mortally wounded; he bled to death.

Link looked at Hawk's hanging head and pursed his lips softly, his expression cold and gloomy.

Dorfer, on the other hand, looked around. He was the Hunter and the best scout of the three.

There were no enemies around, and no attacks had been made. Link looked behind him and asked, "Should we wait for Hawk?"

"I don't think it's necessary." Roland shook his head. "We should go to the front line right now and support Betta, Suel, and the others."

The other two felt that it made sense after some thought.

Then they continued forward.

This time they started to jog.

After running for a few minutes, they saw the body of an elf in front of them.

Checking it out, they found the cause of death to be a direct smash to the back of the head.

"Must be the handiwork of Rommel." Link tsked. "A Priest, but with stealth abilities comparable to a Rogue, and wearing heavy armor—our guild is so fu*ing weird."

They moved on and found another elf's body, this time pierced in the back by a sword-shaped weapon.

This needed no guessing. It was most likely Betta's handiwork.

And the three also noticed that the elf's body, face, and neck had strange yellow spots.

"It's finally working." Link smiled grimly. "No wonder they can stab these elves in the back. It's time for the elves to be on the back foot."

Roland was confused at first, but then remembered that this should be the Warlock's handiwork.

As a magic pet, the white maggot's feces had magical properties and wasn't just mere dung.

Roland remembered the forums mentioned that the White Maggot's crap had four properties, including corrosion, toxin, plague, and stink.

This world had Mages, magical beasts, and naturally, magical viruses.

Whether it was the toxins or corrosive effects, they were all just icing on the cake. The real killing feature of the White Maggot was actually the invisible, untouchable plague, which was a super virus.

When crap landed on a person or animal, the corrosive effect would pierce through the clothes as well as the skin of the attacked person, and the toxin was actually a paralyzing poison so that no pain could be felt and allowed the virus more time and quantity to enter the flesh and blood of the attacked person.

When the virus moved around in the enemy's blood, dividing and reproducing, because of its magical nature, the virus' rate of reproduction as well as the rate of eating was incredibly fast. Depending on the individual's constitution, the onset time ranged from one to two hours.

Of course, there were many races that were immune to the virus, but elves were not among them.

"Then let's hurry up and support them."

The three of them ran quickly and soon arrived at the previous battlefield.

Roland saw his own corpse first, then he saw the black panther that the Druid had transformed into, standing on a high white stone platform opposite them.

Seven yellow and ill-looking elves were hiding behind the panther, using Abolish Poison and healing on each other.

Schuck and Margret both stood across from it, their expressions relaxed.

Both Betta and the Priest Rommel were nowhere to be seen, but they were mostly invisible.

The Warlock and Suel, on the other hand, were standing not far behind Schuck, one on the left and one on the right.

Roland immediately went to "pick up" his corpse.

The black panther had an awful expression on his face. He looked at Roland and then at Link, his light purple eyes filled with grief and anger. "You can resurrect. You're Golden Sons."

Schuck nodded.

"Then I know who the traitor is." The black panther looked towards Schuck. "There aren't many of our people who believe in the Goddess of Life, and there is only one in Nature's Wrath."

Ans!

A furious roar echoed throughout the enclosed space.

Then the black panther stared hard at Schuck, grinning, its sharp teeth gleaming coldly. "You can resurrect, you're not afraid of death. So you were pretending to consider my offer, but really, you've been trying to stall for time."

Schuck smiled and didn't say anything.

The black panther looked back at his clansmen who were healing each other with magic to get rid of the virus.

Then the corners of his mouth lifted in a grin and he said, "Actually, I'm… also stalling for time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took advantage of the moment Schuck was startled, and like black lightning, pounced at Schuck.

At the same time, his entire body shone green.

The panther's body began to change, becoming gargantuan, fur turning into green scales, forehead sprouting a pair of horns.

In less than half a second, the elf transformed from a black panther to a huge green dragon.

The green dragon pounced on Schuck.

Schuck had just brought up his greatsword, then helplessly lowered it.

The other party was too fast to even use Power Word theurgy, let alone control the other party's actions.

The worst that could happen was to die once, nothing more.

Just as Schuck thought this, Margret dashed from the side and collided with the green dragon.

There was a loud thud as the two collided, and while the green dragon was fixed in place, Margret flew backward.

She bounced and fell more than twenty meters away, then rolled ten times on the ground before stopping.

Dust flying everywhere, she crushed into countless trees along the way.

Schuck turned back sharply and looked at Margret, who was struggling on the ground but couldn't seem to get up. The ever temperate Schuck had red eyes as he bellowed at the green dragon, "Damn you!"

The green dragon fanned his wings low in the air, raising a cloud of dust and weeds, its eyes filled with mockery.

At this time, the green dragon was covered with beautiful green scales, and that charcoal look that Roland had burned into him with the Great Fireball had disappeared.

The Druid's Morph was to change a creature's appearance and then obtain a projection, so no matter how many injuries one had suffered in animal form, once they returned to their elf appearance and turned into an animal again, they would find that the injuries they had suffered before would disappear.

This was a unique ability of the Druid, and the only flaw of Morph was that there was a time limit before one could change into the same animal, which was commonly known as cooldown. This was why the black panther was stalling. It needed a healthy, true green dragon body in order to fight the enemy in front of it.

Schuck drew his greatsword.

And then Roland slowly backed up, while whispering to Link, "I'm retreating into the woods to use my accumulating spell, you must help me divert this Druid's line of sight so he doesn't spot me so quickly."

Link nodded gently.

Roland touched the Mind-Calming Necklace on his chest—this time he was going to challenge the technique of quickly accumulating power.

If he could get the Self-Destructing Fireball out in four seconds, then the green dragon would definitely be unable to resist it, even with a new set of scales.

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Chapter 259 Actually, It Doesn"t Seem Too Difficul

Seeing the green dragon, which the Druid had turned into, return to an undamaged state, Roland knew that things were far from good.

Morphing into a magical beast did not make one as powerful as the original beast of the same level. However, a Druid could rely on nature spells to make up for this.

In addition, the advantage of Morph was obvious: one could obtain a new intact body by switching forms.

This was why when fighting a Druid, one must kill him in a short amount of time, or else once he switched forms, one would have to fight a "brand new" enemy.

However, Druids were not without weaknesses. The interval between Morphs was at least half an hour, and no matter how much a Druid changed, their soul was unchanged, which meant that mana was always depleted. So if there was no way to kill a Druid in a short period of time, it would be a good idea to find a way to drain their mana, or attack their soul with spirit magic.

And that was precisely the Druid's greatest weakness.

The elves were considered the second in resistance amongst all the races, with the first place being the Frostwolves.

However, after they transformed into beasts, not only did they lean toward the beast in their habits, their resistance would also decrease drastically.

This was normal. The brain of a beast itself was small, and the soul and body were complementary. A healthy, soul-compatible body would make it easier for the soul to be nourished and protected.

And human bodies and beast bodies naturally had the problem of not being a good match.

This caused a Druid's intelligence, as well as resistance, to decline when they became a beast.

The most obvious manifestation of this was the problem of fewer nature spells that could be used and less power in those spells.

This was why Druids were not called a bug profession even though they were clearly so strong.

They were powerful in their strengths and quite obviously weak in their defects.

But the biggest problem right now was that no one knew spirit magic, and in addition, the Druids were too high-level and the elves had high magic talent. Their magic power wouldn't run out that easily.

Roland slowly retreated. After all, the green dragon had decided that the most important target was just Schuck and Margret.

When he retreated into the woods, he stood still.

Betta and the others, on the other hand, stood in front of the woods without a trace.

Roland pinged Schuck in the guild system: "Find a way to keep him under control for at least three seconds, and I'll fire a big bomb at him."

Schuck: "Got it."

After a brief moment of distraction, Schuck exited the guild chat system, then looked over at Margret who had rolled over and climbed back up.

Margret looked to be in bad shape: the scales on her upper body had fallen off, there was a dent in her left breastbone, and she was coughing up blood when she got up.

Thick blood with a fiery tinge dripped onto the ground like lava.

Schuck cast a healing spell on Margret, but it wasn't very effective as Margret's mass was much larger than a human's. This was a healing spell specifically for human-sized beings, not for behemoths.

Upon hearing Schuck's words, Margret immediately transformed into human form.

Dragon to human form was essentially the Morphing spell as well. After becoming human, she was in a harmless state. Schuck's furious expression calmed down a bit when he saw her in this form.

Due to the fact that Druids could change into dragons, and dragons could change into elves or humans, and because of the world's special worship of power, many people mistakenly believed that the elves' Morph was learned from the dragons, but the truth was the exact opposite.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the green dragon floating in midair began to glow, emitting wave after wave, and within just six seconds, he cast ten spells.

"What's he doing?" Schuck felt that something was wrong.

"He's casting enhancement spells on himself, things are going to be troublesome." Margret's small face tensed. "Schuck, let's run away first."

"Didn't you say that normal enhancement spells didn't work on a dragon's massive size?" Schuck asked in surprise.

Schuck had tried to boost Margret's status in the past, but the results had been minimal.

"The elves are different, their magic comes from the World Tree, which helps add status magic to the Ancient of War, and also works on dragons. And I seem to have heard that the dragon's magic is actually nature magic derived from the Elves."

Margret's expression seemed embarrassed and slightly awkward.

Shuk was taken aback, but the situation in front of him didn't allow him to be startled any longer. He hurriedly said to Margret, "You leave first. We are Golden Sons, we won't die, but if something happens to you, it's over. And you're far weaker in human form than in dragon form."

Margret pursed her lips. "Take care of yourself."

Schuck nodded.

The green dragon in the air had already finished casting his spells and looked as if his entire body had grown.

Margret turned and ran off into the woods.

The green dragon continued to float. His huge pupils revealed a teasing expression, and he fluttered his wings, about to go after Margret, but then Schuck raised his greatsword high and bellowed, "Power Word: Forbidden Space!"

Immense pressure was suddenly piled on the green dragon's body.

The green dragon's body plummeted downward, almost falling to the ground. He flapped his wings vigorously, fanning a whirlwind on the ground and sweeping up a large amount of grass and leaves.

Seeing Schuck make a move, the people next to him charged forward.

Betta spewed dragon flames straight over from a distance, but the fireball was deflected before it even got close.

The others rushed up and were toppled back in a huge whirlwind, crawling away.

"F*k, there's no way to fight this." The Warrior in heavy armor cursed angrily.

With that said, these people still rushed up again and again and then were blown back again and again by the fierce winds.

Roland was now hiding in the woods, staring at the green dragon's position through the gaps between the trees, the blue fireball expanding rapidly in his palm.

Roland used his full strength this time.

Using all his mental power, Roland frantically injected magic power into the fireball.

His cheeks were twisting, veins were popping on his forehead and his neck and face quickly turned red.

At the same time, the Mind-Calming Necklace hanging around his neck began to glow, and in less than three seconds, he had injected almost his entire body's magic power into the fireball, triggering the passive magic replenishment effect of the Mind-Calming Necklace.

The diameter of the fireball was already more than a meter, and some of the surrounding trees were already burning.

Three seconds was actually a very short time, and at this time Schuck's nose had already started to bleed.

Forbidden Space… This Power Word theurgy was essentially using mental power to tussle with the enemy. It benefited from the addition of divine power, and the effect of this theurgy was usually very good, but the green dragon itself was a Legendary creature—besides, he'd also piled on at least ten enhancements, such as increased strength, increased toughness, invigoration, and so on.

Schuck used every last ounce of his strength, but he was laughing.

He was laughing at the green dragon for taking the enemy lightly.

Just now, the green dragon had been looking at Schuck with ridicule, and he didn't take the initiative to attack. He just flew slowly upward, trying to use brute force to exhaust Schuck bit by bit. After all, he was at the peak of his power now, unlike before, when he pounced right after he turned into a green dragon, and was tricked into a large fireball, which burned off all his scales.

Speaking of which… where was the Mage?

The green dragon watched with satisfaction as Schuck shuddered and bled profusely from the nose, and he felt that his opponent's Forbidden Space was generating less and less pressure.

He reckoned that in a few seconds, this Saint Samurai would not be able to take it anymore and would suffer mental recoil, thus bleeding to death from the seven apertures.

He watched Schuck's predicament while looking left and right for Roland.

It was at this time that the green dragon felt a violent magic power being generated in the woods ahead of him. It was very, very fast, and in just a few blinks of an eye, it was already at a level that made the green dragon feel afraid.

S*t, I was careless again. Turning into a giant dragon decreases intelligence too much.

The green dragon cursed himself angrily in his heart, and after that, he didn't wrestle with Schuck anymore. He opened his mouth and the green acid sprayed out like a high-pressure fire hose directly onto Schuck's body. In less than two seconds, Schuck and his armor were corroded completely, leaving no residue behind.

The green dragon then reversed the direction of his head, and this dragon's breath swept right past Betta, Suel, and Solomon, and the others as it turned.

These people turned into dust once more.

Having learned his lesson, the green dragon that had gone all out with his full strength completely crushed everyone in the small quest party.

The green dragon then flew straight forward, flying above the forest in less than half a second, and spewed out acid like an angel scattering flowers into the forest below.

Because of the tree canopy, the green dragon couldn't see Roland; he could only estimate his approximate location based on the magical scent.

The green acid quickly corroded the trees, and the green dragon saw Roland at a glance through the hole, as well as the huge blue fireball he held aloft, which was already almost one and a half meters in diameter.

However, this wouldn't kill the green dragon directly—at least Roland thought it couldn't.

"It's still a little soon, just need half a second more."

Roland looked at the green dragon in the air, and because it was so close, the gale generated by the green dragon flying at a low altitude was blowing Roland backward.

Looking at the human on the ground whose entire body was glowing blue, the green dragon began to take deep breaths.

What came next would definitely be the dragon's breath.

The fireball was already quite large at this point, but Roland still felt that it was not powerful enough.

If thrown, it might not kill the green dragon, but if he didn't throw it, he would be dead.

Just as Roland was considering whether to throw it, a white spear of light descended vertically from high in the sky, so fast that it left afterimages.

Roland watched as the spear of light suddenly appeared within the boundary and then pierced straight through the green dragon's body, pinning him down through his center.

The green dragon felt severe pain and roared, turning his head to see what had hurt him.

And with the twist of its head, Roland finally got nearly half a second.

The fireball that Roland held up high had finally exceeded a meter and a half, and it was powerful enough that he didn't hesitate to throw it.

The green dragon's eyes were wide open and filled with fear as he looked at the huge fireball that was crashing toward him. He flapped his wings vigorously, but in the end, was unable to move.

Then an explosion… A huge roar, flames and smoke in the shape of a giant mushroom slowly rising and quickly dispersing nearby.

After Roland threw the fireball, he directly covered his ears, lunged forward, and lay prostrate on the ground.

The heatwave generated by the explosion directly blew the surrounding trees askew to the point they nearly kissed the ground.

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Chapter 260 Spear of Light Recognizes Its Master

When Roland got up from the ground, he found that his surroundings were ablaze.

Roland covered his nose and left the burning forest.

In front of him was a huge crater with not only a bit of lava bubbling over at the bottom, but also a huge burning corpse.

It was burning very, very slowly, and only the very bottom part of it had burnt where it was in contact with the lava.

There was also a huge, milky white spear of light stuck in the corpse.

Roland immediately used a wide-range Ice Ring to freeze the magma at the bottom of the crater into a chunk of black rock, and the flames on the corpse disappeared, while the spear of light remained intact.

"I wonder if the Morphed dragon flesh and skin will have the same effect as a real dragon's."

Roland stood at the edge of the crater and muttered to himself as he looked down at the huge dragon corpse that was already smelling somewhat like roasted meat.

He then took a moment to look at a few elves in the distance.

They were already almost on the verge of death. Their health was poor due to the White Maggot's "feces poison" that they had been hit with, and then they were directly deafened by the loud explosion, simultaneously stunned. After that, they were sent flying by the heatwave that erupted close by and landed a dozen meters away, hitting trees like volleyballs.

The quest wasn't complete yet, and the huge dungeon boundary was still present.

In other words, it was necessary to go and end those elves.

As Roland tried to go over and do this, Hawk, who was the first to revive and had been running, roared, "Don't fight over it with me, I'll end them! I've died twice and lost a level."

The ground seemed to be shaking as a giant gorilla ran out of the flaming woods.

Roland also happened to not want to do anything to the unarmed elves, so he nodded to Hawk.

Hawk was still enraged at this point. He dashed and took off right in front of the crater. This jump took him at least twenty meters and landed him on the other side of the crater, then he roared and rushed into the woods on the other side.

Not long after, a system notification appeared.

Roland opened the system message interface.

Quest completed: Nature or Retribution.[a]

Received 2100 EXP.

Character level increased to level 6.

As expected of an epic mission, it gave so much experience.

He was instantly level six—the quest gave him a full bar of experience.

Then he looked at the spear of light stuck to the dragon corpse at the bottom of the crater, grew curious, and walked down.

The closer he got to this spear of light, which was at least three meters tall, the more uncomfortable Roland felt.

It was as if there was a kind of buzzing sound in his consciousness, kind of like the sound of an electrical current in a substation. It was quite annoying.

And as he got closer, it got louder.

But Roland still reached the dragon's corpse, and he climbed up its nearly two-meter tall body.

He was close to this spear of light, so close that there was only about half a meter between him and it.

Roland felt as though a substation was shoved into his head. The buzzing sound was so noisy, it was as if his brain was boiling.

Roland pressed one hand to his head, which made him feel better, then extended the fingers of his other hand and lightly touched the bright surface of the spear of light.

With a buzz, Roland's fingertips darkened a great deal.

Then he jumped off the dragon's body and went back to the crater's edge because he couldn't stand that noise in his head. It was driving him crazy.

Standing at the edge of the crater, that buzzing sound finally disappeared.

He looked down at the tip of his right middle finger, where there was a black patch, then he rubbed it with his left hand and the blackened epidermis fell to the ground, along with a red, cooked piece of fingertip flesh.

Roland froze for a moment and raised his finger in front of his eyes, finding that there was almost no flesh left at its tip. Through a thin layer of pink flesh, he could almost see bone.

Damn… a small area of superheated skin?

His magic resistance wasn't low—that spear of light… what the hell was it?

Roland put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked on it, then finally some blood came out of the wound.

He found a bandage from his Backpack and wrapped his middle finger.

This was when Schuck, Betta, and the others finally arrived from the resurrection point.

They saw Roland and all rushed over to give him a light punch, admiring him.

They all thought that if it wasn't for Roland, the green dragon really might not have been killed this time, and maybe the other party would also obstruct them at the resurrection point and then keep killing them until they were level zero.

However, Roland pointed to the spear of light at the bottom of the crater and said, "The credit isn't mine, it was that spear."

It was then that the crowd noticed a spear of light at the bottom of the crater.

"It looks like a very powerful weapon." Suel looked at Roland in surprise. "When did it appear?"

"It flew down from the sky," Roland explained.

The crowd stared at the spear of light for a moment longer. Then Shuck's expression suddenly froze, as if he were listening attentively to something.

And Margret, who had been holding Shuck's hand, noticed this.

Suel looked at the spear of light with a gluttonous look, and he asked Roland again, "Haven't you tried to get it?"

"I tried." Roland showed him his bandaged middle finger. "It's burned up."

Suel was stunned, then he took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on the spear of light at the bottom of the crater, and said, "I won't die anyway, I'll try it and see. I feel as if it'll recognize a master."

"Then what makes you think it will recognize you as its master?" The Priest next to him, Rommel, asked curiously.

"Because I'm a Warrior," Suel said matter-of-factly. "Isn't weapon identification usually based on the profession? The spear is obviously a Warrior's, so I'll try."

What Suel said seemed to make some sense, and the crowd didn't stop him.

Schuck, at this moment, still seemed to be listening attentively to something.

Suel trotted to the bottom of the crater and jumped on top of the dragon's corpse, looking at the spear of light. He spat some spittle between his hands and rubbed them hard for a moment, then grabbed onto it hard.

Even from nearly ten meters away, the crowd heard a buzzing sound and Suel's hands began to smoke, then burn.

He let go of the spear of light and stared at his burning hands for two seconds, then with a wretched shriek, he ran out of the crater as fast as he could, placing his hands quickly on the ground and slapping the ground hard.

On the side, Link grabbed a big stick of dirt and pressed it into his hands.

Soon the fire was out, and Suel pulled his hands out of the dirt. They were dark, like charred chicken feet.

Suell appeared distressed as he looked at his hands and said discontentedly, "It doesn't hurt much, but this looks so terrible. Rommel, hurry up and heal me."

A green light wrapped around his hands.

The crowd frowned as they looked at the spear of light.

And then, Schuck made a move.

He went to the bottom of the crater and the crowd looked at him with some surprise.

Schuck walked up to the dragon corpse and grabbed the spear of light with one hand.

The crowd thought there would be another buzzing sound, but this didn't happen.

The spear of light quickly shrank, shortened, and condensed in Schuck's hands.

Schuck pulled it off the dragon's corpse.

The spear of light continued to shrink, finally bending and connecting at the beginning and end, emitting a dazzling white light.

The crowd narrowed their eyes.

Finally, the white light faded and the crowd noticed that Schuck had a necklace in his hand.

The necklace was pure white and covered in dense starlight.

[a]the quest name was different when it was first introduced, i think

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Chapter 261 Additional Quest Rewards

Looking at the appearance of the necklace, everyone knew that it was definitely a very impressive piece of magic equipment.

Schuck put the necklace around his neck and then it disappeared.

They weren't too surprised, for some of the special small magic equipment had the feature of turning invisible when worn. This piece of equipment seemed to have it too.

It was unclear as to whether it was an illusion or not, but Schuck seemed a little more handsome when he wore this piece of equipment.

Then Shuck walked over and smiled. "This is a gift from our goddess."

Roland and Betta didn't reveal any particular expressions. Their brother had obtained something good, so naturally, they were happy for him.

However, the friends of Silver Wings weren't so calm.

Suel walked over and asked with an eager look, "Schuck, what properties does that piece of equipment have?"

"About a five percent enhancement in light theurgy," Schuck said with a faint smile.

"Take it out and show us."

Suel didn't seem convinced.

At this moment, the Warlock Solomon also came over. "Schuck, this equipment is from the dungeon, we should have a share too."

"As I said, this equipment was given to me by the goddess," Shuk said bluntly. "It's not a drop."

Several people frowned as they looked at the tattered dragon corpse at the bottom of the crater.

Dragon blood and flesh was really valuable and could be used to make equipment, or used in alchemy, but the imitation wouldn't be as good.

Could it be that this dungeon only granted experience?

This would be too much of a loss.

After all, it was a month's round trip.

In reality, this was an insatiable mentality.

The average player who triggered small quests and did a hundred of them wouldn't earn as much experience as this one epic quest granted.

"That's just your word," Suel continued. "Let us take a look at the attributes and notes, then we'll know if the Goddess of Light gave it to you."

Schuck frowned, looking a little annoyed.

Seeing the situation, Roland immediately walked behind Schuck.

The two of them had been best friends for twenty years, and with a look at each other's expressions, they knew what they planned to do.

Schuck was ready to start a fight.

Betta was a little slower to react and froze for a full three seconds before walking closer to Roland.

All of a sudden, from the outside of the scene, two sides formed, left and right against each other.

Link was originally just watching on the side; he was also quite interested in the necklace.

He just didn't expect that the positions of both sides would become rattled all of a sudden.

He immediately came out and stood in the middle of the two sides, blocking Suel and the others, saying, "Don't rush, let's talk about things."

"We're having a proper talk," Suel said indifferently, looking at Link with some dissatisfaction. "Everyone knows, anything that comes out in the dungeon is shared amongst everyone. Isn't it normal for us to look at the properties, estimate a price, and for everyone to just split the money?"

Link frowned. Although he was considered a senior guild member, he only had a normal status and no privileges.

Besides, he stayed with Hawk most of the time, not having much of a personal circle, or any say in affairs.

Seeing that Link had the intention of backing down, Suel's gaze once again fell on Schuck. "Guild Leader Schuck, what do you think?"

"What else can I think? I'll stand and watch." Schuck smiled sarcastically. "I understand what you're up to, and I'll reiterate, this is a gift from the goddess, not a dungeon drop, so if you want to grab it, you can go ahead."

Suel frowned. "We just want to confirm the attributes of that equipment, and at the same time we can confirm if what you say is true or not."

Schuck pursed his lips in a sneer, the greatsword already in his hand.

Because his armor was dissolved by the green dragon's acid, Schuck was now wearing regular clothes, all dressed in black, and with a charisma value that was already as high as sixteen points, he looked immensely charming.

And the more handsome he was, the more irritating he became when he smiled mockingly.

Suel was about to lose his temper, and Solomon's expression wasn't too good either.

The more annoyed Suel got, the more happily Schuck smiled.

The atmosphere between the two sides was growing charged, and as it was about to explode, Hawk, who had finished killing the elves, jumped over.

With a loud bang, he Leap Slashed to the edge of the crater and came over with a smile. "Haha, that was awesome, this quest sure was… Erm, what happened?"

His smile quickly stiffened, then he noticed something wrong with the atmosphere and asked, confused, "What happened?"

Suel spoke first. "Deputy Leader, there was a piece of equipment that dropped from the dragon corpse, and it was stolen by Guild Leader Schuck."

"Do you dare to swear on your conscience?" Shuck sneered. "I've been recording this since half an hour ago."

Suel's expression became noticeably worse, and he tsked lightly and didn't say anything else.

Hawk turned his head to look at Schuck. "Guild Leader Schuck, did the dragon corpse really drop the equipment?"

"It wasn't from the dragon corpse, it was a gift from the Goddess of Light," Schuck said bluntly. "This is the last time I will reiterate that fact."

Hawk took a deep breath and was about to speak.

At this moment, Suel said in a sarcastic manner, "You saying so doesn't mean it is so. If you have the guts, show us the attributes. Going off about how it's a gift the Goddess of Light gave to you—you think you are her mistress?"

Schuck's eyes narrowed, and he was prepared to raise his greatsword.

Roland was ready to attack as well, with his summoning spell at the ready.

At this moment, an elf appeared next to their two teams, very conspicuous as he stepped out of the dying forest fire.

The crowd's attention immediately refocused and the atmosphere eased a bit.

"What are you guys doing?" Ans asked curiously as he came over.

Betta came forward voluntarily and said, "Nothing, just discussing some issues."

Ans smiled, a smile that at first glance looked a little odd, but on closer inspection was quite normal.

Roland and a few other more mature people realized that Ans was watching in amusement as they made a fool of themselves.

It was just not easy for them to explain.

Ans walked to the edge of the crater and looked at the dragon corpse below. He was a little surprised, not by the dragon corpse, not by the death of his teacher, but by the fact that the spell had created this huge crater.

He turned back, looking at Roland with an odd expression.

He then stretched out his hand in front of Roland and the others, and in his white hand, there were a few purple petals.

The petals were translucent, and one could see the venation in them. They had a smooth surface, like they were glazed over.

They looked at each other, but it was Roland who finally walked up and took a petal in his hand first, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

The others then followed suit and took the petals from Ans.

After each person got a petal, Ans withdrew his hand and said, "This is a treasure from the World Tree that bloomed and fell thirteen years ago; it's too tacky to give you gold coins. This is great—it can extend your life for more than ten years without a doubt."

"But we are inherently immortal." Suel smirked; he didn't think it would work in reality.

In the game, they were inherently immortal, so eating this stuff seemed to be useless.

Ans continued, "The extension of lifespan refers not only to the body but also to the soul. I can see that your souls aren't substantially strong, and only three of you have stronger souls. If my guess is correct, your bodies are indeed indestructible, but your souls may not be."

Hmm… Everyone's expressions changed somewhat.

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Chapter 262 Everyone Has Their Own Ideas

"You can tell how much… soul strength we have?" Link pursued curiously.Ans nodded. "Although we elves don't have many skills, we are very shrewd with detecting soul fluctuations."

His gaze traced over Roland, Schuck, and Betta in turn, and finally stopped at Link and said, "I can see that most of you Golden Sons don't have truly long lifespans."

"Can you see how much life I have, then?" Link asked.

Ans smiled, and instead of answering him, looked at Betta and said, "I should leave, or else the patrols will find me with you guys."

As a noble elf, Ans was reluctant to talk to barbarians.

After he said that, he slowly flew up and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

When Ans left, the atmosphere at the scene became stiff once again.

Hawk looked at the three men from F6 and the dragoness, and after some thought, he said, "Schuck, why not let Suel look at the attributes, or he won't be pleased."

"He won't be pleased, but I will?" Schuck's expression grew gloomier. "I told you it was a gift from the goddess, a gift from her to me, and it definitely is. Not to mention that when Suel gets it, he might just stuff it in his Backpack and not return it, and might even soil my necklace."

"What are you talking about? Schuck, don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're a Saint Samurai with a little dragoness!" Suell snorted. "How dare you doubt my character?"

"Hehehehehe!"

Not only did Schuck laugh, but Roland and Betta both laughed.

The faces on the other side were all gloomy.

When Schuck finished laughing, he said, "What, you can just doubt my character, but I can't doubt yours?"

Suel yelled, "You're just shoving false arguments down my throat!"

He then looked to Hawk. "What do you think, Deputy Leader?"

Hawk looked at Suel, then at Schuck, and began to frown—he too found this situation difficult to deal with.

Suel saw that Hawk didn't take action, but he put his hand on the hilt of his sword first.

Schuck and Roland both became expressionless at the same time, a sign that they were ready to make a move.

But it was at this moment that the Priest Rommel, who hadn't uttered a word beside them, spoke.

"No need to argue. To tell the truth, that spear of light is indeed densely covered with the divine power of light. And we all saw that the spear of light was stuck into the green dragon's corpse—it couldn't possibly have committed suicide."

Suel turned his head sharply and snapped at Rommel, "Shut your mouth, you double-crossing idiot."

Rommel frowned deeply and looked at Suel, not saying a word.

Hawk took a deep breath. "Rommel, is everything you said true?"

Rommel nodded gravely. "One hundred percent divine power of light, no impurities at all."

Rommel was a Priest of the Church of Life and could distinguish the nature of divine power.

"I told you to shut up." Suel's face was full of humiliation and anger. "Can't you understand human language?"

This furious shout was so sharp and violent that everyone looked at Suel.

Suel stared at Rommel as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Now that the situation was clear, Schuck snorted, took Margret's hand, and turned to go.

Roland and Betta both immediately followed.

As the F6 members were about to leave, Suel was about to draw his sword, but Hawk stopped him. "Don't chase them. They should have footage, and if they really post it on the forum, we won't stand to reason."

"Fuck!" Suel thrust his sword heavily into the ground, then panted heavily.

The woods behind them were still burning, and although the fire was much smaller, it still cast the surroundings in red.

The Silver Wings members were silent.

Suel found it hard to calm his anger, and the more he thought about it, the more furious he got, and the more he really had to let it out. Finally, he looked at Rommel and said sarcastically, "It's hard to grow our guild with a traitor like this."

Rommel glanced at Suel and ignored him.

Hawk took a deep breath. He looked at Suel and said, "You shouldn't have said that. Like this, even if we're in the right, we seem unreasonable. Pay attention next time."

Suel said in a peculiar voice, "There will be a next time?"

Rommel still ignored him but looked at Hawk. "Does the Deputy Leader also think I acted wrongly?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, you just took the wrong standpoint." Hawk laughed bitterly. "Just pay attention next time."

Rommel sighed long and hard.

Suel scoffed. "You're just so clever and just. You think I don't know that that equipment isn't a dungeon drop, you think I don't know that that thing recognizes its master? I'm fu*ing doing it for everyone, all right?"

Rommel opened his mouth slightly.

Suel patted his chest. He felt a lot of fire reverberating in his chest, some words had to be spat out. "That equipment, it's definitely an epic piece of equipment, maybe it's even a divine piece of equipment. As long as we take a look at the attributes, we can say that all those who witnessed it deserve a share. No matter how we say it, we can make Schuck bleed money—we could definitely get him to pay out twenty or thirty gold coins. Now that our guild is thoroughly in development, money is needed everywhere. If we could negotiate a sum, it's better than nothing, but you've let more than twenty gold coins fly with those damn words. That's two or three hundred thousand yuan—your teeth are made of gold. Every time you speak, it's hundreds of thousands of yuan down the drain."

Rommel sighed softly.

Everyone thought he knew he was wrong, so they had no desire to lecture him anymore.

Hawk said, "Let's go back. if we stay any longer, an elven patrol might come."

The crowd started to move forward, but Rommel didn't budge.

"Deputy Leader, I want to withdraw from the guild."

With those words, all the members of Silver Wings were stuck to the ground.

Hawk turned his head, his expression somewhat displeased. "Now is not the time to get upset, be more mature, all right?"

Suel snorted and snickered.

Link walked over and advised, "Rommel, we didn't say you were wrong, but you just didn't take a good standpoint—just pay attention next time, we really didn't take this matter to heart."

"But I took this matter to heart," Rommel said with a smile. "I don't want to stay with a bunch of short-sighted people who can't distinguish right from wrong, it'll make me uncomfortable."

Hawk took a deep breath and said, "I know you have a grievance in your heart. After all, it's true that you haven't done anything wrong, I understand that. However, it's not a good idea to throw away the guild that has been taking care of you just because of this grievance."

Suel fanned the flames. "As I said, he's a traitor, an ingrate."

Rommel glared at Suel. "The guild taking care of me? I wasn't a member of Silver Wings before I entered the game, I only joined halfway through when I heard that Silver Wings was a good guild. I never even took your virtual cabin purchase allowance, I never received your personal development funds. From the opening of the server until now, I haven't enjoyed a single benefit of the guild. Instead, for the development of the guild, as long as a Priest was needed, even if far away, I would rush over to follow you guys to do dungeons and complete quests—I even donated all three gold coins that I saved."

Everyone was a little surprised and had a bad feeling about this.

Link hurriedly said, "All the more reason for you to stay, then, and next, you should enjoy the development bonus."

This time it was Rommel's turn to sneer. "Do you really think I'm just speaking for the sake of justice? I'm doing you all a favor and you guys can't even see it?"

Hawk was puzzled. "Explain?"

"Do you really know what the profession of Saint Samurai stands for?"

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