The most troublesome thing about elemental creatures was that where they stayed for a long time, the environment would almost permanently change.
The desert nights were cold enough to begin with, and after Roland became an iceman, the elemental domain unique to elemental creatures had been expanding.
And Roland had done it intentionally, expanding faster than normal.
Now, an area of about a kilometer around him had been covered in frost.
Originally, the temperature in the desert at night would drop to about ten degrees below zero, and now, the temperature near Roland had gradually dropped to thirty degrees below zero.
Such a low temperature was no different from room temperature for a Legendary Mage.
Even if his physique was a little worse, he was still a professional, and ordinary people could withstand the temperature with more clothes, so there was no reason why a Legendary Mage couldn't. And the Magic Shield itself could guarantee that there would be no change in his temperature.
Whether it was a rapid increase or a sharp decrease.
Looking at the world of frost that stretched out in his line of sight, the yellow-robed Mage sighed helplessly.
His magic power was already bottoming out at this point.
Although the power of the Inferior Blue Fireball was astonishing, the magic power it consumed was also quite astonishing.
Besides, the yellow-robed Mage used version 1.0 of the Inferior Blue Fireball, and now Roland's Inferior Blue Fireball had evolved to version 2.3.
Stronger power, lower magic consumption, and faster magic condensation speed.
It was true that the Inferior Blue Fireball restrained Roland's ice elemental form, but Roland had the venue advantage.
The desert itself was a low-temperature environment, and now there was a large area of ice.
A Inferior Blue Fireball would at most affect the temperature within a radius of ten meters, and the temperature would only rise for a short time before it would be pushed over by the surrounding cold air.
In such a cold environment, Roland's ice elemental form grew stronger and stronger.
The power of the icicles also grew stronger and stronger.
The yellow-robed Mage's situation was the opposite.
The vast majority of Mages in this world couldn't recover magic power in battle, and they needed to meditate to recover it.
Or they could take alchemy potions, or what players called "blue potions."
At this point, the yellow-robed Mage had already felt the amount of magic power in his body dwindle, and the basic magic elements in the air were transforming into ice elements at a fairly rapid rate.
Transforming ice elements into fire elements required another "procedure," which increased his magic power consumption even more.
He threw another Inferior Blue Fireball, and the violent explosion was still the same as before.
Roland was also sent flying by the explosion like before.
But this time, he only had his left leg broken, and it wasn't completely smashed like before.
"You've lost, Legendary mage."
Roland stood up from the ground, his left leg recovering in an instant.
A dozen larger and thicker ice cones appeared in front of Roland.
A new round of Hands of Magic descended from the sky.
The yellow-robed Mage's expression was rather ugly. Of course, he knew that he had lost.
With the Dimensional Anchor limiting his teleportation ability, the Frost Domain continued to convert the basic magic elements around him while continuing to lower the temperature of the air.
The lower the temperature, the higher the consumption of magic power to resist the low temperature.
At the same time, the low temperature would strengthen Roland's body of ice.
As he continued to weaken, the other party slowly strengthened.
At this moment, the offensive and defensive positions had completely changed.
The yellow-robed Mage regretted it. If he had been more decisive when Roland used Dimensional Anchor, he could have used all his strength to forcibly resist Dimensional Anchor with spatial magic power, and at the risk of mental injury, he would still have been able to forcibly break the Dimensional Anchor.
It was just that he had been careless. He didn't expect that after limiting the mobility of spatial Mages, he, a dignified Legendary Mage, wouldn't be able to beat a little boy who had just become a Master not long ago.
Clearly, whether it was magic power, magic control, or even magic strength, he had the advantage.
It was clearly a crushing situation, but the other party had turned the tables.
This endless regret and hatred made him particularly conflicted and even depressed.
"I admit defeat." The yellow-robed Mage stood still, his eyes straight, and he tried to look dignified. "I can pay a high price to redeem my life."
Roland stood still. He was also thinking.
The other party wanted to keep him and even had some killing intent toward him. It stood to reason that Roland should have just killed this yellow-robed Mage to clear his mind.
But most of the time, people couldn't be too willful, even in this game.
Because this game was too real, so real that Roland thought it was a real world.
Here, in addition to player friends, Roland also had "NPC" friends.
Andonara, Vivian, Stephanie, and so on … If he counted the acquaintances he knew in Hollevin, there were at least a hundred people who were related to Roland.
Killing the yellow-robed Mage would certainly vent his anger, but the consequences could be very troublesome.
A Legendary Mage was a nuclear bomb, a powerful aircraft carrier, for any organization.
For example, the bald eagle's nuclear bomb was stolen and its aircraft carrier was blown up, and it was an organization like the Whitewater Mercenary Corps that did it.
What would the bald eagle's reaction be?
It would probably send a mechanized army and blow up the mercenary corps until not even their ashes could be raised.
By the same logic, if Roland killed the yellow-robed Mage.
The Red Magic Tower did have a high probability of paying a high enough price to protect Roland.
But that was all.
Roland's friends and family would certainly not be within the protection of the Red Magic Tower.
At that time, Roland didn't dare to imagine what the furious Spatial Magic Tower would do to the people of Delpon.
So, even if the other party harbored evil intentions and attacked first, Roland really couldn't kill the other party.
"Then what price are you willing to pay to redeem your life?"
Since he couldn't kill him, Roland could only try to take as many benefits as possible to compensate for his depressed and stifled mood.
"A ring with a decent portable space, about a cubic meter in size."
The yellow-robed Mage shook his left hand, wearing a colorless gem ring on the ring finger, a faint magic fluorescence flowing inside the gem.
Who wants your portable space ring! Which player doesn't have an eight-cubic meter Backpack?
Roland was about to say that when he suddenly remembered.
Andonara didn't have a portable space yet.
Because players had their own Backpacks, they didn't think much of equipment with small portable spaces.
But for the people of this world, portable space equipment was a very valuable "item," and there were no more than three digits of such equipment in the world.
Probably around seventy or so.
And a cubic meter of spatial equipment was already very large.
Give it to Andonara.
"Okay."
Roland agreed, then held out his right hand.
The yellow-robed Mage sighed helplessly and took off the spatial ring on his left hand.
There were still a lot of gold coins and gems in the spatial ring. This was a lot of money, and if it was given to Roland, his net worth would plummet by at least half.
The yellow-robed Mage held the ring and reluctantly handed it forward, but just as it was about to reach Roland's hand, he suddenly jerked it back, and at the same time, the Magic Shield on his body was greatly strengthened.
Roland froze for a moment, then subconsciously covered his head.
It was at this moment that the Dimensional Anchor that Roland had set up earlier was destroyed.
The surrounding transparent spatial chains broke inch by inch, turning into basic elemental particles and disappearing into the air.
Four old Mages in gray robes teleported over and surrounded Roland and the yellow-robed Mage.
These four were also Legends.
"Oepmop, you're so disgraceful, actually being defeated by a Master Evocation Mage. Were you just going to hand in your spoils of war?"
"You're too late."
"Who would have thought that you couldn't even beat a child? We waited for a long time and didn't see you come back, so here we are."
The other three Mages let out happy laughter.
Oepmop blushed slightly and said, "Don't laugh, you guys. This kid is very strange, and if it were a one-on-one fight, you might not be able to do better than me."
As soon as these words came out, the four new Mages immediately became serious.
They were well aware of Oepmop's abilities. He was very strong, actually a little stronger than the four of them, and only slightly weaker than the Great Elder.
However, such a person had actually been defeated by a little fellow at the Master Level.
This matter … was too interesting.
At this time, Roland's headache eased.
Dimensional Anchor had been forcibly dismantled, and as a spellcaster, he would naturally suffer a mental backlash.
But it was only a moment of pain, and the negative effects weren't too great. After all, his mental attribute was very high.
"This elementalization … Has the Red Magic Tower developed another trump card?"
"Elementalization can still maintain Dimensional Anchor. What does that mean?"
"And his mental soul core seems to be very high, about the same as us Legends. This kid is really weird. "
"He's indeed different from the average Golden Son. The spatial scent on him is very strong. Capture him back and force out the coordinates of the alternate plane. Just like the Great Elder said, don't kill him. "
The four of them chimed in, exclaiming in surprise.
Roland's situation was completely beyond their imagination.
Mages were a curious profession, no less so than werecats.
But the difference was that werecats were suicidal with curiosity, while Mages were exploratory with curiosity.
Everything about Roland that was different, in their eyes, was extremely fresh and even knowledge that could change the landscape of the magic world.
With that said, the four of them had already begun to condense their magic power, ready to capture him.
Roland felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.
Although he was now in ice elemental form and had no hair, a similar feeling existed.
The eyes of these four new Legendary Mages made him feel a chill in his heart, even a little disgusted.
He remembered that in junior high biology class, the whole class had dissected frogs.
At that time, when his deskmate picked up the scalpel, the way he stared at the frog was almost exactly the same as the four of them.
It was just that his deskmate's eyes were looking at the frog at the time, so although he was deeply touched, he wasn't too afraid.
And now, this kind of gaze, which was only seen when dissecting a frog, fell on him.
And four pairs!
Roland instantly had a stress reaction and exploded on the spot.
Without saying a word, he took a magic brick out of his Backpack in each hand and smashed it directly into the abdomen of his body of ice and snow.
If possible, he really didn't want to use magic bricks. They weren't hard to make, but they were time-consuming. Besides, the real purpose of these things was to make the chassis of the floating city, not to use them as mana potions. It was too wasteful.
So far, he had only saved a little more than twenty pieces, and using one made his heart ache for a long time.
Now, he had to use them.
What were they?
As soon as the two magic bricks came out, they naturally attracted the attention of the five people on the opposite side.
After all, the magic power content of the magic bricks was so terrifying that they could naturally feel it.
"Kid, what's that you're holding …"
A Legendary Mage shouted, but then Roland's abnormality interrupted him.
The two white bricks melted the moment they were embedded in Roland's abdomen.
The white elementary elemental particles, so thick that they were solid, were like living slime, spreading rapidly from Roland's abdomen and enveloping his whole body in less than two seconds.
Then Roland fell to his knees with his head in his hands and let out a pained roar.
Countless icicles grew around him, and the growth spread rapidly to the surroundings.
At the same time, a tornado with countless snowy winds suddenly appeared out of thin air, enveloping Roland in it.
The spinning white snowflakes completely enveloped Roland's figure.
It was impossible to see what was going on inside.
But the air was getting thicker and stronger with ice magic elements, making the five Legendary Mages a little palpitate.
"Something's wrong. Don't let him continue. Who knows Inferior Blue Fireball? Charge up and give him two."
Oepmop felt that something was wrong and immediately shouted. His magic power was running out, and he couldn't do it anymore, so he had to let someone else do it.
An old man in a gray robe with a more feminine temperament flew into the air, condensing a small blue fireball in each of his hands, and after about two seconds of charging, each fireball grew to a diameter of about a meter.
And the snowy tornado on the ground grew a lot larger.
The ice elements in the air had begun to feel a little sticky.
Two medium-sized blue fireballs with a diameter of one meter were thrown down with force.
Five pairs of eyes watched as they crashed into the huge snowy tornado, followed by two huge circular explosions of flames.
There was a thunderous explosion, and the terrible expansion of the explosion completely tore the snowy tornado apart. At the same time, the scorching heat waves melted the ice and snow, bringing up huge amounts of steam, forming a thick hood-shaped circle of fog that spread for more than a hundred meters.
That palpitating feeling lessened slightly.
The old man in the gray robe, flying in the air, carefully moved above the thick fog and used a Lesser Whirlwind to blow away the thick fog and see what was going on inside.
But at that moment, a huge palm suddenly appeared in the thick fog, raised high, with four wisps of residual fog between the fingers, forming four thin belts that slapped toward the gray-robed Mage flying in the air.
The gray-robed Mage in the air was startled and immediately teleported away.
The giant palm missed and slapped the icy ground, making a loud, deep, muffled thud and sending ice shards flying.
Clearly, there was sand under the ice and snow, but this kind of sound was made, indicating that the layer of frost on the sand was already very thick and hard.
Then the thick mist of water vapor was crystallized again by the surrounding low-temperature air, turning into feathery snowflakes that slowly fell.
In the thick snow, a huge shadow stood up.
The five Legendary Mages all looked surprised.
Because the snow was gradually dissipating, and a terrible white giant stood in front of them.
The ice elemental, at least twenty-five meters tall, seemed to connect heaven and earth when looked at up close, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
"Elemental Lord!"
A gray-robed Mage muttered to himself.
It had been a long time since an Elemental Lord had appeared on the main plane.
This Mage's memory of an Elemental Lord was still from when he was a magic apprentice.
But that was more than a hundred years ago.
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