Roland closed the forum and looked out of the window, before he heaved a sigh of relief.
No wonder the two guilds were fighting so fiercely. There was a gold mine.
And a high-purity one at that.
Even an idiot knew how much wealth it represented.
There was a video in the sheriff's post that clearly recorded the moment when the players of the two guilds accidentally injured and killed civilians.
Roland subconsciously frowned as he watched the helpless bodies fall one after another.
"What's wrong?" Andonara came with delicious cakes and put them on the table before him. "You've been troubled since this morning."
"Yes, something happened in my clan that has to do with Winterwind."
"Winterwind?" Andonara recalled and said, "The small city in the northwest?"
"That should be the place," Roland said. Roland said, "The two factions of the Golden Sons fought in the city and accidentally hurt a lot of civilians. They fought because they found a gold mine. Now that many Golden Sons are on their way, the situation will be more complicated and troublesome. "
It would be spread all over the world sooner or later, so it wouldn't be a big deal to tell Andonara about it.
Andonara was briefly stunned. "So, you're going there too?"
Roland nodded.
Andonara was slightly disappointed, but she quickly hid it and said with a smile, "Then I'll wait here for you to come back. But when will you set off? "
"Tomorrow."
Andonara felt like laughing. "Then come back soon."
Okay.
After a night, Roland activated the teleportation spell in the morning.
Winterwind was right next to Reed Village, and Roland had left a space beacon in the village. So, it would be the fastest way to teleport to this place and then go to Winterwind.
At the foot of the mountain behind Reid, a blue light flashed, and Roland emerged from the Void Mirror. After stepping on the grass, he squatted down and rested for a few minutes with a pale face before he came back to himself.
Even his level-seven mental power couldn't completely eliminate the negative effects of Teleportation.
Then, he cast Agility on himself and walked to Cage Reed's house.
He shook the bronze bell at the door, and the tinkling echoed in the room. Soon, the old butler that Roland knew walked out of the house.
"Old man, where's Mr. Cage?" Roland asked in a hurry.
"Master went to Winterwind. Something terrible happened there …"
As expected of the Hero's Descendant. Had he gone to stop those two groups of people?
However, Cage wasn't very strong. He had no problem dealing with two or three players, but there were nearly 300 of them in total.
"I understand."
Before the old steward finished, the spatial bubble swallowed Roland and spurted him into the air.
Roland observed the distant horizon from the sky and soon found the shadow of a city. He sped up and flew in that direction.
Human Cannonball was too fast. In less than a minute, Roland had already flown to the sky of the city, found a hill, and simply landed.
His landing posture was like that of a Terminator, smashing a large pit.
Roland walked out of the pit and looked down at the whole city in the distance, which was already a mess.
And now, he could see buildings collapsing from time to time.
There were also faint cries of terror and screams.
Roland took a deep breath and used Teleportation consecutively. Half a minute later, he flashed to the wall of the city.
Normally speaking, soldiers would be stationed on the wall, but at this moment, there were no soldiers at all. A man who seemed to be a player was crouching on the wall and looking down sadly.
Roland followed his gaze and saw that there were battles and killings everywhere in the city.
The professionals were too strong, especially the players, whose comprehensive attributes were much higher than those of the NPC professionals of the same level.
So, they caused a lot of noises when they fought. The wind when they swung their swords alone could heavily wound an ordinary person.
Roland walked to him and asked, "Sheriff?"
The man turned around and looked at Roland with a bitter smile. "It's me, a useless sheriff … Wait, you're Roland?"
Roland nodded. Then he was slightly surprised. "Why are you only level two? I remember that you were level five. "
"I led my men to stop them, but all my men were killed, and I was killed at least twenty times." As he spoke, the sheriff squatted and began to cry. "Those brothers were all good people with wives and children, but they were all killed by the so-called Golden Sons. How can I explain it to their families? I'm useless. I can't do anything at all. I can't stop anything at all. "
"F * ck!" Roland couldn't help but punch the wall hard.
Even he couldn't help but curse.
He ignored the sheriff and simply flashed into the city, only to see four people fighting each other.
Three warriors and one hunter were engaged in a fierce battle in the ruins.
Their swords were shining fiercely, and arrows whizzed through the air now and then.
Not far from the battlefield, an old man was hiding under a broken wall with a little boy in his arms, shivering. The old man finally mustered up the courage to run away with the little boy in his arms, but as soon as he got up, his actions attracted everyone's attention.
The archer far away shot an arrow at him.
This archer was purely acting on instinct, shooting at targets that were not on his side and could move. Fortunately, his aim wasn't steady, and he only hit the old man's shoulder.
The old man screamed and fell to the ground, unconscious. The little boy in his arms was thrown to the ground, crying in fear.
The four players didn't react at all. They were still attacking crazily, trying to kill each other.
The old man's screams and the child's cries didn't inspire their sympathy at all.
Roland was infuriated to see that. He pointed his finger, and twenty-four Arcane Missiles were launched.
Both parties stepped back at the same time. All four of them looked at Roland.
Realizing that Roland wasn't one of them, they said at the same time, "Jalan Temple and Silver Wings are here. “
Damn it!
Roland was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He pointed his finger again and launched another wave of Arcane Missiles at the four players.
The four players dodged at the same time, but Roland suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind one of them.
Ice Ring!
Prismatic Spray!
Taking away a Warrior player, he looked at the archer far away.
Seeing that, the other three players immediately turned around and fled.
They had recognized that the person before them was Roland, the strongest Mage in the whole server.
They couldn't beat him.
"You're lucky."
Roland didn't chase them. Instead, he ran to the unconscious old man and broke the arrow on the old man's body. Then, he removed the arrow from the old man's shoulder and cast Minor Healing on him.
"I'll escort you out of here."
However, when the old man opened his eyes and saw Roland's blond hair and blue eyes, he was immediately horrified and fell to his knees, banging his head on the ground, and said desperately, "Mr. Golden Son, please, let us go. If you want to kill, then kill this old man. I beg you, let my grandson go, I beg you. "
The old man banged his head hard.
Roland's figure suddenly froze, and the expression on his face was quite ugly.
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