"I know who he is," the sunny vampire said with a bitter smile. The rather sunny vampire said with a bitter smile, "If I'm not mistaken, he should also be Roland, the strongest Mage of the Golden Sons."
The teenage version of Christina frowned.
Rus, on the other hand, asked, "What makes you the strongest about your people?"
"He's the strongest Mage for the Golden Sons," the sunny vampire explained. "After all, we've only been in this world for less than a year. But he's already become an Elite Mage after such a short time. Most importantly, he can modify spells. It's a remarkable modification. "
Christina's eyes glittered. "The shockingly powerful fireball was modified by him?"
"Yes, that's his trump card." The sunny vampire asked back, "Did you see him cast the spell?"
Christina nodded. "But we didn't expect that his spell would be so powerful."
"How long did he charge up his spell?"
Christina thought for a moment and said, "About five seconds."
"Five seconds." The sunny vampire shook his head helplessly. "He's stronger than before."
"What do you mean?" asked Bruce.
"He's the strongest Mage of our people, and his talent is magic power control," the sunny vampire explained. The rather sunny vampire explained, "He can significantly strengthen a spell by pouring magic power into it for a long time, and he can accumulate power for a maximum of ten seconds for the Grand Fireball."
Bruce found it hard to believe. "There's such a magic talent? This is the first time I've heard of it. "
"So, if he charges up for ten seconds, we'll be miserable?"
The sunny vampire nodded. "I don't think you'll be able to come back."
Bruce said casually, "That's just an alarmist."
Christina's eyes, however, lit up.
"Chief, if it's really Roland, I suggest that we don't show up near Liguburg City anymore."
"Why?" Bruce was slightly angry. "We've been operating there for a while. If we give up, everything will be in vain. I need an explanation, Wenger. "
"Roland has a certain appeal among our people." Wenger, the man with the sunny temperament, smiled. "If he knows that there's a vampire camp here, he'll probably attack."
"An elite Mage is nothing to be afraid of, as long as we don't let him accumulate his magic power." Bruce chuckled. "We have more people."
"He has people too." Wenger said with a bitter smile, "He can also summon people, and he has a Saint Samurai friend, who is also a dragon knight."
Bruce and Christina were both shocked to hear that.
What are vampires most afraid of?
A Spell Caster!
After all, only the spellcaster could hurt them.
Of all the classes that could cast spells, the Saint Samurai was the one that scared them the most.
The Blessed of the Goddess of Light, a bastard who could emit the power of light from his pores.
Other spellcasters, vampires and they can still fight them back and forth.
But against a Saint Samurai, even if he was one level higher, he had to run.
Legendary vampires always ran away as far as they could when they saw a Master Saint Samurai.
They were natural restraints, natural enemies!
The kind that would be hopeless if they didn't run.
"Then let's lay low for a while," Bruce said helplessly. Then, he put his hand on his forehead sadly.
Wenger said with a smile, "That's a wise decision, Chief!"
Bruce, who was sitting on a high place, waved his hand and asked everybody else to leave.
Wenger nodded and left the cave.
He planned to pick out two or three seedlings from the human blood thrall girls and train them to verify the data he deduced from his research topic in the real world.
At this moment, Wenger felt that the wisest thing he did in his life was to buy a virtual cabin.
He had never played games before.
He didn't expect the AI in this world to be so real.
Of course, some players claimed that it wasn't AI but a real world.
Wenger thought so too. What else could AI be if it wasn't a real world when it was alive and thinking?
The more real a world was, the more data and conclusions could be drawn.
Experiments that couldn't be carried out in reality could be carried out in this world with resources.
Wenger walked out of the cave, and Christina caught up with him. She walked next to Wenger and asked, "Can you tell me more about Roland?"
While walking, Wenger turned around and looked at her. "Are you interested in him?"
"His magic is very special. I've never heard that a fireball spell can be strengthened to such an extent." Christina thought for a moment and continued, "If there's a chance, I'd like to make him my servant."
Wenger stopped and said, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
Wenger started walking again and said, "The Golden Sons are undying. Even if they become your vampire servant, they'll be fine as long as they change their bodies. After all, for spellcasters, levels aren't important. What matters is knowledge and spellcasting skills. With these things, he would be able to quickly become strong again and return to where he came from. You, on the other hand, will be faced with an undying monster who bothers you every day. Do you think you can escape from such a terrible person? "
Well … Christina felt that her idea was indeed suicidal.
In the end, Wenger smiled at her. "I have something else to do, my lady. If there's nothing else, please allow me to leave."
"Okay." Christina sighed.
After Wenger left, she was about to return to her home, when she saw a black-haired child walking to her.
"Hey, isn't this Christina? I'm told that you were turned into a little girl by that man's fireball too. Wasn't it fun?"
Christina walked close and compared their heights. She was obviously a head taller. Then, she said with a smile, "He's stronger than you in every way."
Edmund snorted. Then, he became solemn. "Are you interested in joining hands with me to deal with that man?"
"Do you want to get yourself killed?"
"The Golden Sons are undying, so what?" Edmund chuckled. "I've long heard of this alien race. They'll be weaker after they die. As long as we kill them a few more times, they'll be at our mercy."
"What if he changes his body?"
"Why are you so stupid?" Edmund looked at her as if she were an idiot. "Can't you plant a soul seed in his soul after you defeat him? Then, you'll be able to recognize him no matter how he changes? That's a trick you know anyway, although it's more troublesome."
"Fair enough." Christina's eyes glittered, but then she grew alarmed. "Why are you helping me all of a sudden? Are you up to something? "
"After we kill that man, I want his body! No matter how many times I kill him, I want his body! "
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