Roland's words were arrogant and conceited, even ridiculous.
But Jason couldn't speak for a moment, his lips moving twice, not knowing what to say.
The same words, naturally a joke when said by a clown, were a dragon's roar when said by the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Roland, as the number one Mage on the server, was truly a tree's shadow and a person's name.
Jason froze and didn't speak for a moment.
In game terms, he was intimidated by words, failed the exemption check, and lost any action for a round.
But players were still players, all new-age youths who grew up reading things like "My fate is up to me, not to the heavens," and "I can replace you."
Jason took a deep breath and threw the little panic he had just had to the bottom of his heart. He sneered and said, "Yo, who's afraid of who, why don't we do it now …"
As soon as he said that, he charged over with a whoosh.
The distance between the two sides was extremely close, and in less than 0.3 seconds, Jason rushed in front of Roland.
The longsword was drawn from under his black robe, silver light bursting, and then the sword cut Roland in two.
Got it … Jason didn't have time to rejoice when he saw Roland, cut in two, turn into nothingness.
Illusion! Mirror Image?
When did it happen?
Jason froze for a moment, then felt a large amount of magic power gathering behind him.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a dozen colorful balls of light flying toward him with long tails of flame.
Prismatic Spray … was a level-one spell that was quite lethal, and although it was slightly slow, it was much more powerful than spells like Chain Lightning.
Jason knew what it was, and he immediately dodged to the right.
Prismatic Spray, under the control of Roland's mental power, had a certain degree of guidance.
Several prismatic clusters deviated from the fixed trajectory and caught up to Jason.
Jason continued to speed up his sideways dodging while using his longsword to parry three prismatic clusters.
At the same time, he rolled sideways and escaped the pursuit of the prismatic spells.
He was about to use the Second Charge specialty to shorten the distance between him and Roland again, but he suddenly found that his steel longsword had turned halfway after parrying three prismatic clusters.
Damn!
Jason threw the longsword in his hand angrily, then with a flip of his wrist, another steel longsword appeared in his hand.
Every Warrior nowadays had a few more weapons in their Backpacks.
After all, some players were cowardly and always learned specialties and skills that specialized in destroying weapons.
Andonara had been watching the show from the sidelines, but she had already stepped back and left the battlefield when the battle began.
She had wanted to help Roland, but before she came, Roland had repeatedly ordered her not to help if he took action later. After all, this was an internal conflict of the Golden Sons.
Andonara naturally didn't want to watch and wouldn't listen no matter what she said.
Roland had no choice but to use the words he used to say to the little girl next door when he was still seven or eight years old. "If you don't listen to me, I'll ignore you from now on."
Andonara was most afraid of that, so she could only obey.
She was happy to see Jason's broken weapon, but when she saw Jason take out another weapon, she couldn't help but ponder.
Andonara was indeed much stronger than people of her level, but she felt that one day, she would encounter Golden Sons who were not much weaker than her.
Even if he had the advantage, what if the opponent destroyed his weapon, and the opponent had an endless supply of weapons?
Well, this was a conundrum.
At this moment, Jason had just taken out his weapon.
And the Silver Wings player on the side finally came back.
He charged, and his longsword was about ten centimeters away from stabbing Roland, but it hit a transparent eggshell.
Magic Shield!
A defensive measure that Mages would use all their lives.
Before the Magic Shield was broken, Mages were almost invulnerable to any damage.
The Magic Shield was hit by a huge force and rippled.
Roland tilted his head to look at the Silver Wings member and snapped his fingers.
Ice Ring with a radius of about two meters directly froze the opponent's legs, and then a huge blue Hand of Magic smashed toward the opponent's head.
After a thud, a giant shield suddenly appeared in front of the player, blocking the blue Hand of Magic.
"Stupid, I'm a Shield Warrior, keep hitting me if you can."
It wasn't that the Silver Wings member was stupid, but that this was the duty of a Shield Warrior, to attract the enemy's attention and create opportunities for the output professions to attack.
Roland withdrew Hand of Magic and stretched out his hand, palm facing the Shield Warrior.
In the blink of an eye, sparks of electricity appeared in Roland's heart.
The Silver Wings member felt something was wrong and was retreating, but his legs were still frozen and couldn't move.
Then the branch-shaped lightning bolt hit the iron shield and, through the iron shield, wrapped directly around the Silver Wings member.
Immediately, the Silver Wings member's whole body opened up and swayed, his hair all standing on end.
Strange sounds came out of his mouth.
Lightning magic was extremely penetrating to metal, but as long as the shield was mixed with anti-magic substances, such as gold particles, then the penetration of lightning magic would be greatly reduced.
But he didn't!
This was a melee spell, Thunder Palm, which could continuously output lightning attacks. The distance wasn't far, and it was quite suitable for this situation.
At this moment, Jason used his Second Charge specialty to charge straight at him again.
There was a crisp swish.
Jason was also level five, and he was a person who specialized in the power of Charge. The more times he charged in a certain time, the faster and more powerful he would be.
With a charge, the longsword hit the Magic Shield, and the Magic Shield began to crack rapidly.
Because Roland had diverted a lot of magic power to launch Thunder Palm, the hardness of the Magic Shield was affected.
It was estimated that in less than half a second, the Magic Shield would shatter.
Andonara's expression became solemn, and she already had the idea of going up to help.
Across the Magic Shield, Jason looked at Roland with a grim smile. As soon as this Magic Shield shattered, it would be Roland's death.
He felt that Roland was indeed strong, but Roland was too close to them from the beginning, and most importantly, there were two of them.
But it was also at this moment that Roland laughed even more happily. "You've been tricked."
After saying this, Roland teleported three meters back with a whoosh.
And at this moment, Jason finally discovered that his feet had stepped into the mud.
He bent his knees and tried to jump up, but sank deeper, and the mud was up to his knees.
"When?"
Stone to Mud required time. It wasn't the casting time, but the material transformation time, which took about two seconds.
An agile Warrior like Jason had a fairly fast reaction time, and if it was cast directly under his feet, as long as the hardness of the ground wasn't right, he would immediately leave, and it would be difficult to trap them.
But Roland deliberately showed a flaw, pretending to attack the Shield Warrior with all his might, and at the same time, quietly cast Stone to Mud in an area around him.
Double-casting wouldn't reduce the hardness of Roland's Magic Shield, but triple-casting would.
He just waited for Jason to crash into him.
Jason was trapped in the mud, still slowly sinking, and the Shield Warrior's feet were frozen by Ice Ring.
Roland was three meters away, slowly condensing a fireball in his hand.
Three seconds later, Jason looked at the big blue fireball the size of a washbasin crashing towards him and gave up struggling.
He said only one word.
"Fuck!"
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