Although the Druids had planned to kill Vincent, they found it odd that the man was infuriated all of a sudden.
He didn't seem angry because he was going to be killed, but because he was praised?
What a freak!
Although the Druids were confused, Vincent, who was a proud nouveau riche, felt that the guy was mocking him.
Under normal circumstances, it was already impressive enough for an Elite Mage to activate a Magic Shield in two seconds.
But the problem was that most players were perfectionists in their hearts. They liked to reach higher goals.
Roland, on the other hand, was at the top of the current Mages. Almost all the Mage players regarded him as their goal. Even if they weren't Mage players, they would subconsciously use Roland as a reference when evaluating a Mage.
Roland cast all the spells that he could cast instantly and silently.
We have to do the same, or we can't be considered to have truly grasped a spell.
Such a simple idea existed in the hearts of almost all the Mage players, and Vincent was no exception.
He had been in the Magic Tower for almost a year. He had watched Roland master more and more spells, and he had also watched Roland's level rise quickly.
At this moment, the regular players were around level five, but Roland was already level seven and probably level eight soon. He was the highest level among the players at this moment.
He was leveling up fast.
So, for Vincent, if he couldn't even activate a Magic Shield instantly, how could he deal with harsh battles in the future?
Two seconds was enough for an Agility Mage to kill him several times.
So, Vincent felt that the guy was mocking him.
The nouveau riche was quite hot-tempered. Vincent condensed a fireball about forty centimeters in diameter and charged forward with a Magic Shield.
They were only ten meters away from each other. Vincent charged three meters, ran up, and threw the Inferior Fireball.
It was a self-destructing Inferior Fireball that Roland uploaded to the forum on the third day after the game was launched.
The orange Inferior Fireball flew over unhurriedly and unhurriedly.
But all the Druids' expressions changed.
They could tell that the Inferior Fireball contained powerful magic power.
They sensed danger.
Immediately, a large amount of magic power suddenly 'lit up'.
Vines sprouted from the ground at an extremely fast speed. The vines grew from small to large, from light green to dark green in just a second.
They were like countless tentacles, and also like countless flagella of giant worms.
These 'flagella' wrapped around the flying fireball, and then countless vines wrapped around it, forming a huge vine cocoon. The small fireball exploded with a loud bang, but outside the vine cocoon, only the huge vine cocoon shook and made a strange muffled sound, and then there was no more sound.
Seeing this, Vincent was about to continue using Fireball.
However, the vines quickly grew under his feet and wrapped around his feet. In less than three seconds, he was completely wrapped up.
The Magic Shield let out creaking noises and shattered instantly.
The vines quickly wrapped around Vincent's body, wrapping him tightly like flowing water.
The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the vines almost crushed Vincent into a pile of meat paste.
However, the Druids had held back a little, and Vincent did not die.
Then, the vines left, leaving only one that was holding Vincent, who had lost the ability to fight.
He was soaked in blood. Apart from his head, there was not a single part of his body that was intact. He was so ragged that he looked like an incomplete monster of flesh and blood.
But he was still smiling.
Normal people couldn't have endured such pain, but one-tenth of the pain wasn't enough to make Vincent scream.
Seeing Vincent's smile, the Druids felt a chill down their spines.
They didn't understand how such a bloody man could smile.
Confused, Heather stepped forward and asked, "You're not scared of death?"
"Why should I be?" Vincent's voice was weak, but it was full of disdain. "It seems that you really haven't investigated who we are."
"Then who are you?"
"You've chosen to attack. Why should I tell you? Hahahaha. "
Heather felt that he had been tricked. He extended his fingers and was about to strangle Vincent to death.
But at this moment, an enormous magic reaction came from the sky. It was very powerful.
The Druids raised their heads at the same time, only to see a blue fireball taking shape quickly. Very soon, it was already one meter in diameter.
Before they had the time to marvel at the enemy's high speed of gathering magic power, the fireball smashed down with a boom.
It was aimed at the back of them.
Did they miss the target?
Just as these people were thinking about this, the fireball landed and exploded with a boom, directly causing their ears to ring and their eyes to emit golden light. Then, a huge heat wave directly sent these dozens of people flying.
The fire caught up to them, and the corners of their magic robes were set on fire.
Half of the enormous vines were burnt. Like moths darting to a fire, they stood side by side and formed a thick wall of vines to block the fire.
The Druids, on the other hand, rose from the ground and scratched the flames on their bodies. They looked at the sky.
A Mage in a blue magic robe slowly descended.
On the other side, Vincent had already been rescued. There was also a beautiful young woman with long golden braids standing in front of Vincent.
"Who are you?"
Black Thorn felt that something was wrong.
Roland didn't say anything. He simply cast Evil Detection.
A bright blue circle of light passed them.
The Druids all changed their expressions, as if they had been fed sh * t.
Evil Detection was a very useful spell, but it was rarely used.
This was especially true for people they didn't know or weren't familiar with. It was full of mockery.
Using Detect Evil in front of someone without saying a word was like a stranger saying to another stranger, "I suspect you are a thief. Take off your clothes immediately and let me check."
It was probably even more outrageous than that. It was a pure insult to the Druids' character.
If it was used, not all enemies would become enemies.
So, even the Saint Samurai of the Church of Light wouldn't use it on random people unless it was absolutely necessary.
After being scanned by Evil Detection, all the Druids were white in Roland's eyes, which meant that they were neutral.
They were not evil people.
"You jerk."
Heather was the most impatient among all the Druids. He opened his hands and used his mana. He wanted to use the Area Vine spell to tie the man up and hang him.
But Roland snapped his fingers, and a ring of ice swept across the ground, freezing it solid.
Many vines were frozen and stopped moving the moment they broke out of the ground.
When the ring of ice swept over the Druids, the special protection on them was triggered. After a series of greenness, the place where they were standing was not affected by the ring of ice.
"Interesting." Roland turned around and cast a healing spell on Vincent, who was on his last breath.
This was a blatant disregard for him.
All the Druids were enraged by Detect Evil and this action.
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