The man holding the bow was wearing leather armor, his hair was dirty and messy, and he was almost glued into dreadlocks.

Moreover, the other party's body is slightly hunched, his temperament looks very gloomy, and he also has a lifeless smell.

Players are different because they regard this world as a game and will not be truly dead. Most of the players are full of lively and upward qualities. Even some special professions, such as thieves and assassinators, have a unique taste, a cold and calm professional temperament.

But it cannot be the feeling of despair that is lifeless, as if there is no hope.

After all, players have a way out.

Even if this character is no longer used and is being chased by the NPC forces, at worst, just delete the character and practice it again.

Therefore, it is impossible for players to have a lifeless temperament.

The magic flame not far away was still burning, and it would take at least half an hour to extinguish it.

Jason and other members of the Blade Wing Guild were even burned with iron armor, not to mention their bodies.

Not even the ashes were found.

Roland was too lazy to wait for the other party to be resurrected, and even if the other party was resurrected, he would dare to come with him to look for the sect in the future.

Then he turned his sight to the magic spider tracking the past direction and estimated the distance.

The sneak attacker ran very fast and ran out of the range that the magic spider could track.

After all, Roland's mental power is also limited, and the pictures sent by the magic spider are also at the greatest distance.

The space bubble swallowed him in and then sprayed him out.

The howling wind rushed into the sky with him and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Roland didn't fly high, and he could see the trees below passing by like flowing water, chasing the spiritual marks of the magic spider. In less than a minute, Roland saw a figure running in the woods below, appearing and disappearing.

And the spiritual mark of the magic spider is just a little behind this person.

It's him.

Roland thought and the space bubble directly projected him to the ground.

His whole person turned into a white light, and the sound caused by the high-speed flight was like thunder and thunder, and it fell directly to the ground.

The huge momentum directly took out all the material more than ten meters around Roland, and the trees that narrowed farther away were almost slumped to the ground by the strong wind.

The bow holder reacted very quickly. When Roland was about to fall to the ground, he had already changed direction at right angles in the middle and immediately ran away in the other direction.

While running quickly with a nervous expression, he turned his head and looked back.

After the strong wind, smoke and dust linger.

The bow-holder showed a look of surprise on his lifeless face. After he saw a person falling from the air for the first time, he would have such exaggerated power.

But the more this happens, he uses all his strength to escape.

This man is obviously a monster.

But before he could run a few steps, he suddenly saw something seemed to be stirring in the smoke and dust, and there was still a faint white light.

Just when it was strange, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in front of me.

As an agile profession, the specialty of "intuitive reaction" played a role at this moment. He jumped instinctively and saw a white ice ring almost brushing the soles of his feet.

Then, he saw a monk in a black robe smiling more than ten meters in front of him, stretching out a finger to him.

It was like a blue arcane missile full of raindrops, like a flower blooming in front of his eyes.

There is no way to rely on force in the air, so there is no way to avoid it.

But this is actually just an illusion. When people feel fearful of power that is stronger than themselves and things that are easy to cause harm to themselves, they will instinctively "exaggerate". In the eyes of this bow holder, the arcane missiles are actually only twenty-four.

But that's enough.

The arcane missile erupted like a shotgun covered a huge space range, and the bow-holder jumping in the air was directly submerged by this wave of missiles.

Several arcane missiles hit him, knocking him back from the air, hitting a big tree, and then slipping down softly.

The man is not dead yet, and he is even struggling and moving to stand up.

The vitality of professionals is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. Ordinary people will definitely turn into mud when they are hit by such a few arcane missiles.

Roland slowly walked forward.

The bow holder smiled miserably and stuffed something into his mouth.

Roland raised his hand and used two consecutive magic to expel poison and cure minor injuries.

The bow holder was eating poison. His face began to turn green as soon as it turned out to be green, and the poison was immediately eliminated by the poison removal technique. Another magic was slowly healing the bow holder's body.

The bow-holder showed a little surprise on his dirty face covered in black mud.

"It's not that easy to die." Roland said gently: "I can let you go if you tell me who will instruct you."

The bow holder slowly stood up. He threw away the bow in his hand, took out a dagger from behind, and sneered: "It's actually healing me, the assassin, and willing to let me go. What a master of transmission."

Listening to the other party's sarcastic voice, Roland disregarded and continued, "I can guarantee this with my personality."

hehe!

Sneering disdainfully, the assassinator made an attacking posture, and the murderous intent of squirted out.

Roland said helplessly: "You are seriously injured now, and even if you have treatment, you won't be able to heal so quickly. You are not my opponent. Besides, I am the son of gold. If you lucky enough to kill me, I can..."

At this moment, the assassin showed a smile as if the plan had succeeded, and the dagger in his hand penetrated into his heart.

Roland was stunned.

Then the assassinator cut the dagger with force, half of his heart cavity was cut open, and bright red blood sprayed out like a spring water.

The assassin's smile froze on his face, and his body fell down behind him with a bang.

This kind of critical injuries is impossible to save by just treating minor injuries.

Roland was stunned for a while and said depressedly: "Die Sir."

He bounced his fingers, and the mud swelled, pouring the man's body into the ground, as a place to bury him, so that he would not be scattered in the wilderness and be eaten by wild beasts.

Roland was silent for a while, then flew back to his magic tower.

At this time, someone posted another post on the forum that Roland had just crushed more than a dozen players of the Blade Wing Guild.

"The profession is too unbalanced, my hands and feet are cold, what do you want to do with warriors?"

Although I took an exaggerated title, the content was quite simple and crude, and I didn't say anything, just put a video on it.

It was Roland's process of beating more than a dozen Silver Wing Guild warriors in one minute. The whole video was black and white, and it was accompanied by the desolate sound of suona running to the funeral, especially Jason's incompetent fury of "cheating dogs". He used the repeated and slow-playing "ghost animal processing" technique, which highlighted his extreme unwillingness and anger.

It makes people feel sad and their hands and feet are cold, and they want to laugh.

Players responded with a heavy attitude, and the one who received the most likes was this sentence.
Chapter completed!