Mages Are Too OP - Chapter 585

Chapter 585 Fire

Roland was inspecting the magic flying ship at this time.

The group of handymen and magic apprentices who were responsible for piloting and maintaining the group of flying ships followed behind Roland in trepidation.

Andonara, holding Roland’s arm, pointed quite happily at the slanting hole that ran through the entire flying ship. “I wanted to shoot this thing down, but after I hurled the spear, only a hole came out… I thought I could make it explode.”

“The next time you throw a spear at a large object or building, flatten the tip a bit and make a cross-shaped groove in it to increase the speed of the spear’s rotation when thrown; it will drastically increase the laceration ability and the damage to large objects will skyrocket.”

Andonara’s eyes lit up. “Roland you know so much.”

“It’s just common sense.” Roland waved his hand. “Why don’t I help you study the combat system of Great Swordsmen and Heroes later.”

Andonara nodded her head repeatedly, feeling quite happy.

Generally, although Warriors were aware that spellcasters discriminated against them, if it came to combat ability, they would say: Spellcasters know nothing about frontal combat. They only know how to cast spells at a distance. They have no courage and don’t know what power is.

This was a kind of affirmation and reassurance for their profession.

Subconsciously, they assumed that others didn’t know what they were good at to ensure their authority in this area.

But Andonara was different.

She knew Roland was very knowledgeable, though he didn’t have much common sense about this world because he wasn’t from this plane.

But that scholarly temperament, and that scholarly way of thinking only, she could still see.

After all, there were many scholars raised in the royal court, and she had come into contact with them enough to know some of the behaviors of such people.

Roland, for his part, was more scholarly than all the scholars she had come in contact with.

And almost all of his time was spent studying magic and reading books about this world.

Now, he was coming to know more and more about this world.

Even many of the royal court scholars, in terms of common knowledge, were no match for him anymore.

What made Andonara fall head over heels was the speed of Roland’s progress in magic. Since she became a Legendary Great Swordsman, she looked at everyone as though they were beneath her. It wasn’t that she was conceited, it was just the way it was.

Aside from the two divine angels who had descended, or the World Tree, there wasn’t anyone in the world who could pose much of a threat to her.

If she had to find someone who would scare her, it would be Roland.

As a clingy woman, she had already identified with him.

Another reason was that she had seen Roland’s frightening rate of progress.

At the time she became a Legend, she thought he was so weak.

But now he was able to give her the impression of a strong man.

At this rate, she thought Roland would surely be able to catch up with her in less than five years.

And Roland’s ability to grow so fast couldn’t be separated from his scholarliness.

Researching, thinking, researching again, thinking again, doing experiments repeatedly, searching for the truth of magic…

Many people had a substantial impression that seriousness and hard work were just nouns; they had no actual impression.

But as his partner, Andonara was well aware of how hard Roland was working.

This wasn’t surprising since the Golden Sons didn’t need to sleep and rest. But he had almost no interest in parties and socializing.

Time was devoted almost entirely to studying magic and learning.

Because she was too worried about Roland’s physical and mental health, Andonara, who had always been shy, became bold and actively sought out opportunities to get intimate with him from time to time; she had truly worried about this.

So in Andonara’s eyes, her man was smart and knowledgeable, and he could do things that no one else could imagine if he wanted to.

She was the best witness to this.

She witnessed a weak Golden Son become strong with shocking speed.

She witnessed his rise from obscurity to fame among the noble class of Hollevin.

All of this made her think that there was nothing her man could not do.

Helping her to improve her combat skills didn’t even need to be mentioned.

After Roland inspected the whole flying ship, he was somewhat excited

It was something he had been on a few times before. It was essentially an airborne luxury yacht.

Men all wanted to have some luxury cars and yachts and other things of the sort, and Roland was no exception.

Besides, this flying ship contained very advanced magical concepts, and if Roland could absorb them, he was certain that his level of magic knowledge would advance further, and perhaps some of these techniques could even be used in the construction of his floating city.

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He then gathered the ship’s handymen and magic apprentices.

“You are all captives now, and I have the right to dispose of you, both according to the rules of the Fareins and the rules of Hollevin.”

Hearing these words, the near-hundred people in front of him all looked confused and scared.

They were just ordinary people, and those magic apprentices were also commoners.

If they were magic apprentices of noble origin, they wouldn’t be put on this flying ship for hard labor.

“Now you are given two choices. You can remain on duty on this ship and I will send you home on the flying ship once you have worked for a year, or, of course, you can stay and continue working.”

This group of people spoke in a flurry, like the scenes at a food market.

Roland waited for their voices to die down before continuing, “The other option is to leave on your own, but of course, I will give you each a silver coin for the journey.”

Now the chatter got even louder.

A bold magic apprentice raised his hand and said, “Sir, one silver coin is not enough to get us back to the Spatial Magic Tower from here.” “That’s your business.” Roland waved his hand. “I have been merciful by sparing your lives and compensating you for the journey; how you will return after is a matter for you to consider.”

Having done this, Roland felt he had done his best to be merciful.

Amongst the hundred or so people, the vast majority felt that Roland had a point.

If they were the victors, it would be strange if they didn’t get the most value out of their captives.

After some consideration, these people all agreed to the first option.

They were willing to continue working on the flying ship.

Roland nodded and smiled with satisfaction. “You won’t regret this decision. I have a Magic Tower under my name, and although it is still far from the major Magic Towers, I believe that in less than ten years, it will grow to that point as well.”

No one believed Roland’s words except for Andonara, who was full of admiration.

On the other side, nearly five thousand players had gathered in the newly built encampment. Fewer and fewer players were arriving now. There were at least thirty thousand players who crossed the sea either via human-powered planes or via large wooden ships.

But only five thousand or so people arrived safely.

Here, the square-shaped, ten-meter-high rock walls hindered most prying eyes.

Over the past few days, the players of the Rogue profession entered Tebesia and mapped out the city to the hilt.

At the same time, they assisted Maromatha by moving a large number of werecats into this encampment.

And at least half of the players here began to indulge in petting cats.

Maromatha, as the most beautiful and elegant black cat among the werecats, was surrounded by ten times more people than the other cats.

At first, she was uncomfortable, but now she was able to completely ignore the circle of enraptured Golden Sons next to her.

She wandered around the quarters every day, and one day she pointed at the 300 or so male players in the corner of the quarters with a rather curious expression. “I noticed that you guys seem to be ostracizing them and seem to be afraid of them. What’s going on?”

There was discrimination among the werecats

too.

But this group didn’t seem to be discriminated against; rather, it was more like they didn’t quite fit in and were feared.

Seeing the men eating mushy curry, the female player with a psychology major who had been watching over the black cat paled. “They’re our secret weapon, the scary kind. You don’t want to get involved with them!”

Mallomarsa’s tail swept around. The female player talked so mysteriously that she instead became more curious and her eyes sparkled as she looked at those three hundred people. Right in the big central room of this encampment, six players held a meeting around the stone table.

They were all guild leaders.

“The transfer of the werecats has been completed, and as for the remaining werecats who were unwilling to leave, they are die-hard loyalists of the Spatial Magic Tower. The news that we are going to attack the Spatial Magic Tower was previously spread by these same werecats.”

“That’s normal. Every race has good guys and bad guys. Werecats are cute, but they’re no exception.”

“Half a day ago, we submitted a declaration of war to the Spatial Magic Tower and also shouted to the people of Tebesia, asking the commoners to leave early so that they wouldn’t be affected.”

“And the results?”

“Those commoners laughed at our messengers for being idiots and then threw some camel dung at them. One guy got smeared all over.”

The other five guild leaders showed rather delighted expressions.

One of them exclaimed, “So this is karma.”

“In that case, in two hours, let’s attack as scheduled. You’ll be in command of the three hundred maggot Warlocks, Andrew.”

The player named Andrew stood up and nodded with a rather serious and grave expression. “Don’t worry; we, the Flying Feces, won’t let you down.”

Then he strode out of the conference room.

Coming to a certain corner of the encampment, the three hundred players with distinctive temperaments saw him and all stood up.

With flashes of white light, white maggots with a body length of at least two meters appeared by their sides. Then, under their command, these fleshy white maggots split into three rows of one hundred each and tilted up their heads in unison.

Crap, it’s about to start.

The players who saw this scene backed up in unison, while almost all of them put masks on themselves or pulled up face scarves.

The catgirl Maromatha found this strange as she looked around, not understanding why these people were suddenly wearing masks. “Here’s one for you.” The female player offered a helping hand. Maromatha shook her head. “I don’t like having my face covered, it’s uncomfortable.”

“You really don’t want one? You’ll regret it.”

Maromatha was stubborn. “No!”

The female player smiled playfully. “Fine. Suit yourself!”

At this time, Andrew took out a white military cap from his Backpack. The cap’s emblem was a bald eagle.

Then he squared his body and stood straight, like a high-ranking military officer.

“What is he doing?”

“Life requires a sense of ritual,” Andrew muttered, and then he adjusted his white military cap.

Then, with a fierce look on his face, he roared.

“400th Field Artillery Battalion, firing angle 83 degrees, load the yellow ammunition…”

Then, he swung his right hand downward.

He yelled at the top of his lungs. “Fire!”