A giant cylinder that is 100 meters high is nothing in modern society. But in this world, it can be regarded as a giant building.

The city wall is about 30 meters high, so when a giant cylinder of one hundred meters stood up, many people in the city discovered it immediately. Then they looked around in surprise and attracted the attention of more people. In less than a few minutes, people in the city discovered the giant cylinder that suddenly appeared.

Surprise and anxiety are slowly growing.

Who doesn’t know what this thing is used for? What if it is used for arrow towers?

Similar thoughts emerged from the hearts of many people.

A few minutes ago, Encart's city lord was walking and chatting with Reading, the Magic Tower Guild.

"Why did you retreat just now?" the city lord asked in confusion: "That young man named Roland is very powerful?"

Reading nodded while walking, saying, "It's not amazing, it's very powerful. As far as I know, at least the deaths of two city lords have been related to him. And... I also heard from my brother that he snatched the queen away and the king did not want him."

"etc!"

The city lord suddenly stood up and turned to look at Reading: "He is the legendary Roland?"

"It should be." Reading smiled and said, "I really can't be tough when facing someone who can't die and has a lawless personality."

The city lord thought: "Just just now, I saw a very beautiful lady beside him, who looked familiar. She always thought she looked like the queen, but she didn't expect that she was really the queen."

Encart City is a remote city close to the border, and it will be much slower to obtain information.

Recalling the queen in his memory, the city lord shook his head helplessly: "If I knew that guy was Roland, I wouldn't want to appear in front of him."

"City Lord, you will be afraid?"

"He can kill two city lords, but he can kill three." The city lord snorted coldly: "I'm not stupid."

The two walked back and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

Reading followed slowly, he pondered for a while and asked, "What should I do about the city gate?"

"Let's seal it for now."

"Aren't you afraid that Roland will knock the city gate?"

"Not afraid." The city lord smiled: "Although the intelligence capabilities of Encart City are indeed poor, I still know what I should know. The Gold Sons follow a strange rule... to counterattack in self-defense. As long as they are caught in their hands without pain, they dare not kill people."

Reading nodded: "I have heard of this rumor, but I think it's not reliable..."

Reading suddenly stopped, and he suddenly looked to the west outside the city wall, his face becoming ugly.

"What's wrong?" asked the city lord.

"Very strong magic fluctuations." A little cold sweat began to appear on Reading's forehead: "Roland, this madman, doesn't really want to blow the city gate."

The city lord's face changed and he was angry: "He actually dared...I didn't touch him, how dare he..."

Most people cannot feel the frequency of magic element fluctuations, but the mage can.

In Reading's spiritual perception, a "magic tsunami" came from outside the city, and the huge waves rumbling from afar.

"I think we can..."

Reading wanted to escape first, and this level of magic fluctuation was not something he could resist.

It wouldn't be too scary if Roland was just alone.

The mage has many weaknesses, such as if the magic power is used up, it will drop sharply.

But the problem is that there are dozens of gold sons outside the city, all of whom are professionals.

If we unite, the city's troops will not be able to stop them.

But a second later, he swallowed the word "escape" into his stomach.

Because a huge mud cylinder appeared outside the city wall, it was continuing to rise.

The city lord also saw it. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Reading didn't answer because he didn't know it either, but as long as it wasn't an attacking magic, there was no need to run away.

After the mud cylinder rises to a height of 100 meters, it quickly condenses and turns into a rock column.

"They are..." The city lord saw some tricks: "Is this building a high-altitude stage?"

Reading's cold sweats became more and his face was a little pale.

The city lord turned his head and looked at him, asking in confusion: "Why are you afraid of being like this? This is not an attack magic, right?"

"No, I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable." Reading said with a dry smile.

As a magician, Reading knew very well how terrible the overwhelming magic fluctuation was just now. What's even more outrageous is that this magic fluctuation lasted for nearly two minutes.

If you can cause such terrible magic fluctuations, you must have a large amount of magic capacity.

Not to mention the master, the legendary demonic power is almost at this level.

Could it be that Roland's hidden strength is almost close to legend?

Reading wiped his forehead.

The city lord did not pay attention to Reading anymore, but returned to the city lord's mansion.

Reading stood there for a while and walked towards the Magic Tower.

The city lord returned to the city lord's mansion, then walked up to the top of the stairs, looking at the rock pillars in the distance.

Sure enough, not long after, he saw a spiral staircase forming on the surface of the column, surrounding it upwards.

Not long after, many human-shaped black spots walked up the ladder.

"It's indeed a high-altitude stage." The city lord pounded the railings on the balcony heavily: "The damn son of gold, who actually used this method, really degrades us to the same level as civilians."

The city lord's eyes were covered with blood.

There are many nobles who have similar ideas to the city lord.

Most of the nobles looked at the cylinder outside the city viciously.

They all understood the plan of the Son of Gold, and then they felt someone slap them in the face from the air.

The nobles... are superior people, and they must be different from ordinary people, whether they are food, clothing, housing and transportation, or the access to knowledge.

The nobles were born noble and had privileges. They had been instilling in the concept of civilians for hundreds or even thousands of years. This concept allowed them to sit for granted by the civilians and exploit all civilians for granted.

The theory of aristocratic exceptionalism and the theory of aristocratic priority are the concrete manifestations of this concept.

Now the sons of gold are trying to make them enjoy the people... it's really damn.

They are nobles, how can they enjoy music and drama with those dirty and lowly mud legs?

If there was no previous conflict or the other party performed in the square in the city, they wouldn't mind clearing a piece of the venue and having fun with the people.

Because they would sit in the carriage and admire, and there was no conflict between the two sides at that time, and they did not tear the thin paper apart.

But now... after their city lord locked down, these golden sons actually believed that in front of them, the nobles should be with the civilians and equal to the civilians.

This was to pull off the halo of the "noble priority" on their heads and to step on them a few feet in the mud.

It's so much... Do we really think we nobles are easy to bully?

The city lord gritted his teeth and was about to wear armor and kill all the golden sons.
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