The bow-wielding man wore leather armor and had dirty, messy hair that was almost glued into dirty braids.
And the man was slightly hunched, and his temperament appeared very gloomy and lifeless.
Players were different. Because they treated this world as a game and couldn't really die, most of the players were full of lively and upward qualities. Even some special professions, such as Thieves, Assassins, and so on, had a peculiar, cold, calm, and professional temperament.
The only thing that couldn't be lifeless, as if there was no hope of despair.
After all, players had a way out no matter what.
Even if the character couldn't be used anymore and was hunted down by the NPC forces, they could always delete the character and start over.
So it was impossible for players to have a lifeless temperament.
The magic flames not far away were still burning, and it would take at least half an hour for them to be extinguished.
And even the iron armor on Jason and the other members of Silver Wings had been burned away, let alone their bodies.
Not even their ashes could be found.
Roland couldn't be bothered to wait for the other party to resurrect. Besides, even if the other party resurrected, he wouldn't dare to come after him again in the future.
He then cast his gaze in the direction the magic spider had tracked and estimated the distance.
The bow-wielder who ambushed him ran fast and was almost out of range of the magic spider's tracking.
After all, Roland's mental power was also limited, and there was a maximum distance between controlling the magic spider and receiving the images sent back by the magic spider.
The spatial bubble swallowed him in and then ejected him.
The howling wind rushed into the sky with him and instantly disappeared into the horizon.
Roland didn't fly very high. He could see the trees below passing like running water, chasing the spiritual imprints of the magic spiders. In less than a minute, Roland saw a shadow running in the woods below, appearing and disappearing from view.
And the magic spider's mental imprint was a little behind this person.
It's him.
With a thought from Roland, the spatial bubble projected him directly to the ground.
His entire body turned into a streak of white light, and the sound of his high-speed flight was like the roar of thunder as he crashed directly to the ground.
The huge momentum directly picked up all matter within a dozen meters of Roland, and the trees further away were almost bent to the ground by the strong wind.
The bow-wielder's reaction was very fast, and when Roland was about to fall to the ground, he had already changed direction midway and immediately fled in another direction.
As he dashed forward nervously, he turned his head to look back.
After the strong wind, smoke and dust lingered in the air.
The archer's lifeless face revealed some surprise. This was the first time he had seen someone fall from the sky with such exaggerated power.
But the more it was so, the more he used all his strength to escape.
This person was clearly a monster.
But before he could take a few steps, he suddenly saw something stirring in the dust, and there was a faint white light.
Just as he was feeling strange, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in front of him.
As an Agility-type professional, the specialty Intuitive Reaction came into play at this moment. He instinctively jumped up, and then saw a white ring of ice almost grazing the bottom of his feet.
Then, he saw a mage dressed in a black robe about ten meters in front of him smiling and pointing a finger at him.
The blue Arcane Missiles were like raindrops blooming in front of him like a flower.
There was no way to borrow strength in the air, and there was no way to dodge.
But this was actually just an illusion. People would instinctively exaggerate when they were afraid of a power stronger than them or something that could easily cause them harm. In the eyes of this bow-wielder, there were actually no more than twenty-four Arcane Bullets in the sky.
But it was enough.
The Arcane Bullets that erupted like scattered bullets covered a large area of space, and the bow-wielder who was jumping in midair was directly drowned by this wave of bullets.
Several Arcane Bullets hit him and sent him flying back from the air, crashing into a big tree, and then sliding down softly.
This man wasn't dead yet, and he was even struggling and trying to get up.
The vitality of a professional was indeed much stronger than that of an ordinary person, and an ordinary person would definitely turn into a puddle of mud after taking a few Arcane Bullets.
Roland walked forward slowly.
The bow-wielder smiled miserably and stuffed something into his mouth.
Roland raised his hand and cast Detoxification and Minor Healing in a row.
The bow-wielder had taken poison, and as soon as his face started to turn a little green, the poison was immediately dispelled by Detoxification, and another spell was still slowly healing the bow-wielder's body.
The bow-wielder's dirty face, covered in black mud, showed some surprise.
"It's not that easy to die," Roland said gently. "Tell me the person who ordered you, and I can let you go."
The bow-wielder slowly stood up. He threw away the bow in his hand, took out a dagger from his back, and sneered. "You actually healed me, an assassin, and are willing to let me go. What a great Mage."
Listening to the other party's sarcastic voice, Roland didn't care and continued, "I can guarantee that with my integrity."
Hehe!
Sneering disdainfully, the assassin made an attack posture, and a majestic killing intent gushed out.
Roland said helplessly, "You're seriously injured now, and even with Healing, it won't heal so quickly. You're no match for me. Besides, I'm a Golden Son, and even if you kill me by chance, I can still …"
At this moment, the assassin revealed a smile as if his scheme had succeeded, and he stabbed the dagger in his hand into his own heart.
Roland froze.
Then the assassin slashed the dagger horizontally again, and half of his heart was cut open, bright red blood spurting out like a fountain.
The assassin's smile froze on his face, and his body fell backward with a crash.
This kind of fatal injury couldn't be saved by Minor Healing alone.
Roland froze for a moment and said gloomily, "A death soldier."
He snapped his fingers, and the mud churned, pouring the man's body into the ground, giving him a place to bury so that his corpse wouldn't be exposed to the wilderness and eaten by wild beasts.
Roland was silent for a moment, then flew back to his Magic Tower.
At this time, on the forum, someone posted that Roland had just crushed a dozen players from Silver Wings.
Classes are Too Unbalanced, My Hands and Feet Are Cold, What Do You Want Warriors to Do?
Although an exaggerated title was chosen, the content was quite simple and crude. It didn't say anything, just put up a video.
It was the process of Roland beating a dozen Warriors of Silver Wings in one minute. The video was black and white throughout, accompanied by the mournful sound of a funeral. In particular, Jason's incompetent rage at the words "cheating dog," which were repeatedly played in slow motion, highlighted his extreme unwillingness and anger.
It made people's hearts ache, their hands and feet go cold, and they wanted to laugh.
The players replied with heavy hearts, and the one that received the most likes was this sentence.
"Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth (dog head)."
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