Then Green teleported away from here.

Another legendary wizard also glared at Roland fiercely and teleported away immediately.

Without limiting Roland, fighting with Roland is not very meaningful.

Elemental incarnation is too disgusting and invincible to consume.

Besides, they knew that Roland had a special method of replenishing magic, even if he used the Great Sclerosis technique to temporarily remove his body and the magic power in the surrounding areas, it did not have much effect.

After all, the Great Elder also used the Great Sclerosis technique to deal with Roland, but the significance was not great, because the latter could be resurrected, and when he was surrounded by six people and had no choice but to retreat, he still exploded and killed Oppeteng.

These two legendary wizards are quite afraid of this person's "crazy nature".

None of the five people could take him down before, but now there are only two people... I almost dreamed about dealing with Roland.

It was a very simple logical relationship, so the two left without hesitation.

They also have backup plans, which they didn't want to use.

Seeing the two legendary mages leaving one after another, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he broke through more than 30 layers of barriers and his own mental power was almost at its bottom.

Of course, there is still the power to become an elemental incarnation, but when the mental power is exhausted, it is easy to lose control to become an elemental incarnation.

For example, when he first became an elemental incarnation, he had a brief out-of-control and rampage.

The spirit and soul cannot control such a powerful "body".

If the elemental incarnation accidentally enters the garrison, even the players will probably start killing.

If it doesn't work well, it will turn into a red name.

It's better not to do this.

Roland looked around, he bounced his fingers, and a hole was cracked on the ground, then jumped in, closed the ground, and started to rest.

He can't control the battle situation at the player's base for the time being, no matter how good or bad the player is.

The exhaustion of mental power is not the exhaustion of magic power. There is no way to replenish it for the time being, so I can only take a rest slowly.

Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and soon found the live broadcast report of the station.

The players inside the resident are almost "cleared" by the Space Magic Tower. Only a small number of players are still running away desperately, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy, gritting their teeth and persevering.

These are either high-minded hunters, or thieves or killers who are good at using crossbows.

In fact, if they want to escape, they can escape.

But they just didn't want to escape, they just wanted to shoot a hidden arrow in the distance to disgust each other.

In fact, the people in the Space Magic Tower were also disgusted by them.

It is now a guerrilla street war, and the wisdom golem has little effect in this environment.

In an open environment, facing a large number of enemies, it can take away a lot of life with one punch and one kick.

But in this kind of "city" full of buildings, its tall body becomes a disadvantage.

It has become a bit difficult to fight an enemy that is quite "small" to him.

And the remaining players, with less than 100 people, are super combat elites among more than 4,000 players.

Have an amazing sense of consciousness and smell for small-scale combat.

After firing an arrow, it immediately moved quickly, and the way it wandered was quite charming and there was no trace at all.

Under their restraint and harassment, more than 200 space tower magicians were exhausted to deal with it, and more than 30 people had been shot.

Moreover, all of these arrows are highly toxic.

Although many people can use antidote techniques, they can also use healing techniques.

The injured are treated soon, but a temporary state of weakness is still inevitable.

On the battlefield, I am most afraid of having injured comrades who cannot move.

Because such an injured person needs at least two teammates to take care of him.

Therefore, more than 30 people were injured, and more than 60 mages were needed to help. In this way, the combat power of more than 200 mages was reduced to about half.

Damn it!

The legendary wizard Palos, who was mixed in the crowd, was extremely angry.

It was obvious that they had successfully attacked the night, but it was obvious that they had won a huge victory.

But why is the situation now? They are in a tough battle!

And the situation is getting more and more dangerous.

He looked left and right with a gloomy face, then screamed on his left, and another mage was shot in the waist and kidneys.

The injured person covered his wound, and black blood flowed out, and soon a large piece of clothing penetrated.

Someone came up immediately to treat the injured and to help him draw the arrow.

Black arrow body, blue arrow tip!

There are also subtle white magic patterns on it.

Demon-breaking arrow!

Even this kind of thing is used.

"What the hell are we fighting against?" Palos's body was a little chilled, and he murmured to himself: "We have worked so hard to fight the five thousand gold sons. We have really arrived at the land of demons. Can we face the attacks of hundreds of millions, or even billions of gold sons?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt heartbroken.

At this time, a companion, Green, descended from the air. He walked to the face of Perros, and said with a distorted face: "We have failed, let's retreat first."

"Why did it fail?" Palos asked in confusion.

"Roland has amazing learning ability." Green's face was extremely envious and jealous: "He could actually analyze the magic of the jail in a few minutes and find a way to destroy it."

"Are you kidding?" Palos roared with his eyes widened: "That's the fifth-level magic. Even if we do, it takes a certain amount of time to learn. Can Roland actually analyze a fifth-level magic in the battle. Is he the illegitimate son of the magic goddess?"

"You ask me, who will I ask."

Green's expression was very bitter. The fact that they could become legends shows that they were also very talented people. But now, a real genius who is much more powerful than them is still in front of him, and it is no wonder that they are full of sourness.

"If you can't solve Roland, things will become difficult." Palos looked at the magician group around him whose morale had been greatly reduced: "We should withdraw."

Only then did Green realize that their magicians had suffered serious losses: "Why did it become like this?"

"The Son of Gold is not afraid of death." Palos's face was reflected by the magic light in the distance, and it was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and colorful: "It's even more so than the madman in the Demon Realm. Compared with them, creatures in the Demon Realm cannot even be considered a fart."

Green was puzzled.

"You didn't fight them head-on, and you just watched them fight golems on the city wall, so you didn't have an intuitive impression." Palos looked up at the black sky: "Only those who fought head-on understand the terror of these people."

"We obviously have an advantage, why do you have this kind of thinking?" Green scolded: "You are an elder and a mentor. Even you are like this, no wonder they are not very motivated."

It seemed to be trying to prove that a thief player did not step on the wall while flying over the eaves and fell off the roof accidentally.

Although he did not die, his legs broke and he was crawling on the ground.

A group of mages rushed over immediately and surrounded him.

His eyes were staring at him.

In the eyes of the Space Tower magicians, this son of gold was not afraid even if he was surrounded.

He even smiled with a slight smug smile: "If there is a pile of hay on the ground, I will not fall so badly."

Looking at his smile, the originally aggressive Space Tower magicians all felt their scalp numb and even felt a little scared.

This son of gold fell so badly, how miserable?

The bones of the calves pierced from the kneecaps, and on the pointed bone stubble were strands of torn flesh.

The face of the Son of Gold was very pale, and it was miserable.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, so he supported his upper body with both hands and sat on the ground.

"I'm a little scared of the word suicide. Friends, can you please give me some fun?"

As he said that, he took the initiative to hand over his short blade.

The green light on the short blade is faint, obviously it is highly poisonous.

Then he smiled again.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam poured out of his mouth.

I thought that I would fall from a high place, not only broke his feet, but also broke his heart and lungs. However, because of the strong vitality of the professional, I dragged it and didn't die.

It is estimated that it can take at least ten minutes to half an hour.

A group of space magicians surrounding him all retreated.

madman!

Why can you laugh if you have such a serious injury?
To be continued...