Chapter 1980: Here Comes Trouble

Chapter 691 Here Comes Trouble

Teleportation, the most widely known signature spell of spatial Mages.

It was also Roland’s favorite move.

Attacking and defending, it could do everything.

Although it inhibited vision, there was no problem “blind-jumping” directly about a hundred meters, a skill only a high-level spatial Mage would dare to do.

If it failed, one would get stuck in an object, like a tree or the ground.

The consequences would be very tragic.

But Roland dared to do so… For one, he was confident enough in himself.

Secondly, even if he failed, he would only die once and just come back to life.

It was well known that the better the mindset when doing dangerous moves, or complex tricks, the more likely one was to succeed.

Roland teleported and stood directly on the ground, followed by a violent ring of Ice Blade spurting out.

The sound of ice forming rang out continuously.

In less than a second, the ground in a radius of sixty meters was frozen.

This was followed by two screams of agony.

“When did he appear?” “Teleportation, we fell for it; he already had a plan to finish us off.”

As the two screams rang out, Roland immediately saw the two people who were frozen.

Then with a finger from each hand, two shots of Prismatic Spray shot out from his fingertips at the same time, hitting the two gray-robed

men.

Prismatic Spray was only a level-three spell, but it did a lot of damage, especially after Roland’s minor optimization. The magic penetration power was tremendously high, making it a single-target damage-dealing method for Roland in regular situations.

Being struck lightly, the two gray-robed men didn’t even scream and were immediately turned into a cloud of dust, falling to the ground.

By now John Senior had also spotted Roland, but he and the skeleton soldiers behind him were frozen in place and could only growl and bare their teeth; they couldn’t move forward.

Roland glanced at him and waved his right hand lightly, and as he did so, a cloud of holy light flew out, illuminating the surrounding objects.

John Senior and a dozen skeleton soldiers, being approached by this light mass, were like flying snow meeting a blazing sun, instantly turning into flying ashes. They were then blown away by the surrounding forest wind.

At that moment, two gray-robed men rushed back, one of them leaping through the canopy of trees and throwing down a handful of throwing knives.

The throwing knives were fast and furious, flying toward Roland’s vitals, and the trajectory of their flight could barely be seen before they hit Roland’s Magic Shield and bounced off with a dinging sound. The other gray-robed man roared, “God of War give me strength,” and a peculiar mental power spewed out in a fan shape, sweeping over Roland’s body.

This mental power was blocked by the Magic Shield and had no effect. Then, with a swish, this gray-robed man charged over, thrusting his two-handed broadsword with the speed of the Charge.

It was fast and furious.

But the two-handed sword stabbed the Magic Shield with a ding, and the Warrior, who was wearing a wolf mask, was stopped in his tracks.

The corners of Roland’s mouth were slightly pursed… This was the benefit of modifying the Magic Shield to tie it to the amount of magic power.

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As long as he had enough magic power, no one would be able to break the shield before he was out of magic power unless the attack was spatial in nature. Even with the mask on, the Warrior’s eyes could be seen widening, revealing his shock.

Under normal circumstances, the Warrior’s Charge could knock a Mage away even if it did not break their shield.

But what he had hit was like a city wall.

Roland snapped his fingers, and four Hands of Magic descended from the air, grabbed the Warrior’s limbs, and pinned him to the ground.

The Warrior struggled desperately. His strength might be able to break free from one Hand of Magic, but bound by four at the same time, there was nothing he could do.

He had one captive.

Roland then looked at the gray-robed man who was still jumping through the canopy.

The man was quite lithe as he moved from side to side above Roland’s head, relying on the canopy to move and keep Roland from locking on to him, all the while tossing out knives.

Finally, he pulled out a crossbow and fired at Roland’s head repeatedly.

He was very accurate.

Without a Magic Shield, it would be a headshot every time.

But Roland only watched for a moment before his mental power erupted into a huge shockwave that sent the entire canopy of trees directly above his head flying

Since single-target damage was inaccurate, Roland resorted to area-of-effect damage.

A terrifying tsunami of mental power broke through the canopy overhead, creating a massive hole.

This Hunter-looking gray-robed man spurted out a stream of black blood that sprinkled down like a light rain as the mass of broken branches and leaves were knocked away.

Two more left!

Roland then looked around and was startled slightly, noticing that two figures were fleeing in the distance.

Should I go after them?

If he used Teleportation, he could catch up with one, but he already had a captive… Roland looked at the gray-robed man on the ground who was roaring and struggling and smiled faintly.

“Well, your companions escaped and gave up on you, so why are you still struggling?”

Hearing this, the gray-robed man quieted down, and he looked at Roland with a strange expression.

He seemed to be somewhat smug.

Roland half-crouched down and asked, “Can you tell me who you guys are? Maybe I can let you go.” “Idiot!”

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This gray-robed man snickered, then his head tilted and his eyes lost their light.

Huh?

In Roland’s perception, this man’s spiritual consciousness instantly disappeared.

This wasn’t right. When normal humans died, the spirit would undergo a process, going from strong to weak before finally disappearing completely.

Perhaps people had different life forces, and this process varied in duration, but it had to happen.

It was never like a bubble-pop, and then no more.

Roland cast a small Hand of Magic and removed the white wolf mask. He was greeted with a miserable, pale, gray face.

A dead man?

Roland immediately stripped the man of his clothes and found that his body, though well-preserved, was already covered with livor mortis.

Long dead?

A lich’s substitute?

No, no… Roland felt incredulous. Normally, the lich’s substitute could only use spells, and they couldn’t use Warrior skills.

Roland’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he walked over to the other corpse, the one he’d shot high into the air with his mental powers. It fell to the far side of the grass, all but flesh and mush.

Walking over to the side of this corpse, Roland noticed that there was a black bloody sludge flowing around the area.

A person who had just died couldn’t be in this state.

Another corpse that had been dead for a long time.

A corpse that could use Hunter’s skills? This was not a normal resurrection.

Because a corpse that was resurrected from the dead couldn’t talk even if it retained the skills it had in life.

Just like John Senior’s corpse, it would only growl and scream.

But in any case, it had to be directly related to the gang of dark Mages, or lich, who played with the corpses.

However, he never seemed to have provoked them.

Roland was puzzled, and then he snapped his fingers and teleported back to Delpon.

After finding Vivian and Christina and telling them what had just happened and warning the two to be careful on their own, he went to the Guild of Mercenaries and issued a quest for them to find the group wearing the wolf masks.

After that, he teleported to the Red Magic Tower and found Alfred.

He also told Alfred about this, and then asked him about the liches. After listening to Roland, Alfred sighed helplessly. “I don’t have much of a clue about this either, because the dark Mages and liches are very secretive and it’s hard to find them.”

“By definition, dark magic is also spellcasting, right, but it’s not under the jurisdiction of certain Magic Towers?” asked Roland.

Alfred revealed a helpless smile. “It is said that two or three hundred years ago, dark magic was also divided into two factions, one governed by the school of transmutation and the other by the school of conjuration.”

“Then differences arose?”

“Yes, because curses in dark magic are extremely powerful and vicious, despite being transmutations, and are avoided as taboos.” Alfred opened the drawer, took out a somewhat old book from it, and continued, “Then the summoning apprentices also felt that the necromantic spells were too evil, so they wanted to ban Mages from learning them. But spells are spells, and some people are just good at them, so how could you not let them learn them?”

“So they ended up running away and then huddled and merged into the school of dark magic?”

“Pretty much like what you said.” Alfred pushed the book in front of Roland. “I wrote this book when I was young. It contains a lot of trivia about the world of magic and some secrets that very few people know. You can read it, but don’t share it with others.”

Roland picked up the book and said, “I understand.”

Alfred smiled and said, “Recently you’ve invented the sugar-making spell. Very good, keep up the good work.”

“Thanks.” Roland smiled and said, “It’s all because the chairman has taught me well.”

“Don’t flatter me.” Alfred waved his hand. “You should have a son with Stephanie sooner rather than later and leave a proper heir for the Fareins royal family, that’s proper business.”

Roland rolled his eyes, ignoring the old unsophisticated man, and simply turned to leave.

He then made a trip to Stephanie’s territory, and after putting away a few magic bricks in the large underground cavern and making several more “solar systems,” he teleported back to Delpon. His body, which was already running out of magic power, was really dragging It didn’t take that long to build up magic power in half a day, but due to Vivian’s “disturbance,” the speed of magic power regeneration was greatly affected.

After accumulating magic power, he went deep into the mountains somewhere, found the Summoner’s Association that was under construction, and built them a Long Distance Teleportationon array.

It only teleported to Wetland City.

When it was done, Roland took a break just as the game server went down.

The world turned black and white as usual.

Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin and freshened up

His body was getting stronger and he felt more energetic.

Even a little too energetic, as he always wanted to find a girl to vent with.

It seemed that the body in the game and the body in reality were not connected.

This wasn’t a good thing. If he was too energetic, his efficiency would be reduced when he absorbed energy during meditation… Wait!

While thinking so, Roland suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He suddenly remembered a spell he had learned in the Transmutation Magic Tower.

Semen to Mana!

If this skill could be used in reality, he wouldn’t need to specifically go looking for energy to absorb.

This seemed worthwhile.

Roland’s eyes sparkled.

It was as if he had titanium in his eyes.

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