Alfred, the Great Elder, understood what Roland meant.
He also remembered the power behind Roland.
The Golden Sons, a group that couldn't die.
"Since you want ten days, I'll give you ten days." Alfred clapped his hands lightly. "But I need something. If the Monochrome Spatial Magic Tower collapses one day, I want to get the blueprint for Mage's Disjunction, okay?"
The Great Elder of his Magic Tower wasn't easy to deal with.
Roland took a deep breath. "I'll try my best. If you don't have the blueprint for Mage's Disjunction, I'll give you the Inferior Fireball that I've improved a lot."
Alfred laughed at once. "Haha, deal!"
Although Mage's Disjunction was extremely good, in the Great Elder's opinion, Roland's Inferior Fireball was more practical.
Magic apprentices could learn it, and its power could be large or small and freely adjusted.
It could be used for single or group attacks.
And it had a fairly good magic resistance penetration ability.
If studied to the peak, its power would be comparable to Markov's god-slaying spell, Fire Meteor, but the mental power and magic power consumed might be much less.
Such a spell was really a must-learn for every Mage.
Seeing the First Elder laughing, Roland was also happy.
In his opinion, as long as the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower was held here for more than ten days, then things would be completely in his favor.
First of all, in Roland's opinion, only Great Elder Morton had the ability to fight in the entire Spatial Magic Tower. The other elders of the Spatial Magic Tower didn't have a strong combat sense at all.
It wasn't that they weren't powerful enough to bully lower-level professionals. They used the mobility of spatial magic to appear and disappear unpredictably, and they could crush most lower-level professionals.
But if they encountered professionals of similar strength and used skills and talents that weren't inferior to theirs, these people were useless.
Even Roland, who had just reached the Master level not long ago, could use elemental power to pressure the five elders. If it were Andonara, a Legendary Great Swordsman with the Hero bloodline, not to mention the five Great Elders of the Spatial Magic Tower, she could probably easily kill ten of them.
So as long as Morton was held here and Andonara guarded Delpon, it was almost foolproof.
The second reason was that a large number of players had already found a way to go to the Monochrome Magic Tower.
In just three or four days, Wetland City had formed an industrial chain for manufacturing human-powered double-cabin airplanes.
The little rabbits perfectly inherited the big rabbits' infrastructure and rapid manufacturing abilities.
The number of human-powered airplanes manufactured in Wetland City had reached a terrifying level of three hundred a day.
There were now more than a hundred thousand players in Wetland City, forty thousand of whom were professional players or semi-professional players who were devoted to the great enterprise of building double-cabin airplanes.
From logging, transportation, component manufacturing, and final assembly work, three production lines spontaneously formed. Man-powered planes appeared one after another and were bought by combat players waving their gold coins. Soon, they taxied on the temporary runway outside the city and finally took to the skies.
Those who bought planes were usually independent players.
The safety of a human-powered plane was not high. If one was unlucky, the plane could easily crash and the pilot would die.
The guilds that paid attention to advancing and retreating together used the blueprints posted on the forum by the shipping experts to run to Bluewater Harbor, build large wooden ships, and then set off into the depths of the ocean.
It didn't matter if they didn't have ocean experience; they could just post on the forum and ask. If that didn't work, they could also use the browser function and ask the ocean experts on the Internet.
Those who played with boats and ocean sailing were worried that their sport was too niche, not popular, and not many people knew about it. Now that a large number of netizens came to ask, they were overjoyed and planned to take advantage of this opportunity to promote a wave of knowledge about small sailing and ocean sports.
The large wooden sailboats of several guilds set off one after another, each with at least a hundred people and as many as three hundred people.
And many small guilds also built medium-sized sailboats and followed suit.
For a moment, a large number of ships appeared in the open sea of Bluewater Harbor, rushing in one direction.
The biggest problem of ocean sailing was food and water, followed by the need to identify direction in the ocean, and the third was various marine disasters.
The biggest problem of food and water was not a problem for the players at all. They had 8 cubic meters of System Backpacks. After more than two years of game time, many players already knew how to use the sun, moon, and stars to orient themselves.
As for problems like ocean storms … as long as the tonnage of a ship reached a certain level, it would be good at resisting waves, and ordinary ocean storms could hardly overturn the players' ships.
Of course, top-level ocean storms would occasionally appear.
For example, Fatter Cat's guild was unlucky enough to encounter a top-level ocean disaster.
Under the dark clouds, a dozen black tornadoes wandered near their ship, and hailstones almost the size of fists smashed down from the sky, smashing large holes in the sails, and purple lightning struck the tall masts from time to time.
The players watching the wind from the watchtower were immediately blackened.
Waves more than ten meters high with the howling of the wind tossed the ship back and forth, up and down like riding a roller coaster.
The guild players who had been hiding in the cabin early also let out ghostly cries and howls.
A large amount of vomit flew with them, and more and more of it grew.
In the end, the ship was thrown apart.
All the members of Fatter Cat were killed, but after they were resurrected, it only took them two days to rebuild new medium-sized sailboats, which were sturdier, and then they set off again.
In comparison, the crash of the man-powered plane was much simpler.
It could be simply described in one word.
The plane crashed, and the people died.
At this time, the players who set off for the first time had been in the air for three days and three nights and were about to fly over the ocean. The long-distance players were much slower, but they had also traveled a third of the way.
Roland returned to the manor to do magic experiments, and he had been paying attention to the situation on the forum.
Most players were very showy, and they liked to report their progress on the forum, where they were now, and what they encountered.
Roland was quite happy to see them getting closer and closer to the Monochrome Magic Tower.
From time to time, he would go out of the manor and take Marilyn for a walk.
Marilyn, the wildcat, was gradually becoming a house cat.
She used to be restless, running out as long as she had nothing to do and had her fill.
But now she liked to stay in the manor and bask in the sun more often.
Or she would laze around in her own little home and sleep.
Originally, Roland thought it wasn't good that she loved to run around and get into trouble easily.
But now that he saw her at home every day, he felt that it was even worse for her, so he would occasionally take her out for a walk.
One day, he was walking down the street with the catgirl when he saw Morton coming toward him.
Roland's expression immediately turned ugly, and he was even a little angry.
Morton's expression, on the other hand, was quite gentle, even with an approachable smile.
He stood in front of Roland, seemingly wanting to greet him, but in fact, he was forcefully blocking Roland's way.
"Mr. Roland, I haven't seen you in two or three days, haven't I? I didn't expect to meet you here." His gaze swept over Marilyn, the white cat, and he added, "So you like catgirls. There are quite a few beautiful catgirls at our Spatial Magic Tower, like that Maromatha from last time. If you like, I can have her accompany you."
"I don't want to talk to you, get out of my way," Roland roared angrily.
Morton was still smiling. "I'm considered your elder, after all, it's not very nice of you to be like this."
Roland chuckled and didn't say anything.
Morton threw up his hands. "It seems that you still have some misunderstandings about me, then I won't bother you anymore."
With that said, he walked past Roland.
The two gradually walked away.
Morton's smile faded, and his expression gradually became ferocious.
Roland's expression, on the other hand, went from angry to calm, and even the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two more days passed.
In Delpon, Andonara stayed in the manor and didn't go anywhere.
She often wore the Hero's sword on her, and she hadn't had her favorite afternoon tea in the past few days.
At the same time, the atmosphere at the Magic Tower in Delpon wasn't quite right.
All the Mages, including the magic apprentices and handymen, said they were on leave, but they were essentially driven home.
Vivian returned to the manor and stayed by Andonara's side.
It was on this day that Andonara was resting with her eyes closed in the manor's pavilion, and then a plume of black smoke appeared in the woods to the west.
Andonara immediately stood up and said to Vivian, who was next to her, "Pull the alarm bell in the city, and then you hide in the secret passage too."
"I think I can help, too."
Andonara rolled her eyes at her angrily. "The enemy coming has a high chance of being a Legend. How can you help? Go hide and don't hold us back."
"But I want to help Roland …"
"Help my a * s. Instead of being stubborn with me here, you might as well save your energy and strength. After Roland comes back, we'll drain him so that he doesn't have the energy to think about other women."
That was too straightforward. Although Vivian and Roland had been in close contact more than a dozen times, she was still embarrassed to hear such words. She covered her face and ran away.
Andonara immediately put on her armor, carried a longsword, and held a blue spear in her right hand, and ran to where the smoke was rising.
As she ran quickly, the alarm bell of the whole city was sounded. After a brief daze, the residents of Delpon screamed, picked up their things, and ran home.
Those who had tunnels hid in tunnels or secret rooms.
Those who didn't hid under their beds at home.
Andonara ran to the beacon tower on the east wall where the beacon fire was rising.
A team of soldiers surrounded the beacon, led by Andonara's uncle, Cage.
"Anna, you're here!" Her uncle nodded at Andonara.
Andonara gazed to the east and saw a black spot at the edge of the sky.
The black spot was getting bigger and bigger. Judging from its speed, it would probably reach the sky of Delpon in less than half an hour.
Andonara said to Cage, "Uncle, take the soldiers and hide. I'll take care of this."
"Take care of yourself." Cage patted his niece's shoulder.
He knew very well that his niece was so strong that she didn't need the help of ordinary people or regular troops anymore. If she couldn't stop the enemy, all the soldiers in the city wouldn't be able to do anything.
By the time Cage informed all the city guards to go down from the city wall, the black spot on the horizon had become huge.
It's a flying boat! " Andonara recognized the thing in the sky at a glance. "And there's the symbol of the Spatial Magic Tower on the boat. Hehe, just as my man expected, those people dare not fight Roland head-on, so they're playing the boring trick of capturing his relatives."
Her words were cold, and her smile was also cold.
But even so, she still gave off a bright and coquettish feeling.
She waited where she was for a while, and the flying boat on the horizon flew over. It was already very close.
She grabbed the spear in her hand and made a throwing motion.
The blue Phoenix flames enveloped the entire spear, and then she rushed forward a few steps and, with the momentum of the sprint, pressed her right hand forward and threw the spear hard.
Back to a minute ago.
Greene and Barnard stood in the captain's cabin of the flying boat.
There was a large crystal ball between them.
This crystal ball had been fixed with two magic formations, the long-distance detection spell and the water image spell, which could display the surrounding environment and situation of the airboat in real time.
Both of them saw in the crystal ball that Delpon was up ahead, and they were a little excited.
"The Great Elder sent a message saying that Roland is still at the Red Magic Tower, so we shouldn't encounter any obstacles this time."
"But we don't know who Roland's relatives and friends are."
"There's no need to rush. Let's bombard them with magic for a while first. Then, we'll go down and ask the locals who are scared sh * tless. They should know who Roland's relatives and friends are. Capture anyone who is related to him."
Greene laughed. "Barnard, aren't you afraid of a Legendary Great Swordsman? I heard that Roland's women, one named Andonara, are very strong Great Swordsman. "
Barnard snorted disdainfully. "What a joke! You believe this intelligence? "
"I don't."
Barnard spread his hands. "Then that's it. There aren't many Legendary Great Swordsmen even in our Fareins. How could a small, remote country like Hollevin have a Legendary, and it's a woman at that? I heard she's not over thirty years old. Intelligence agents nowadays make their intelligence too exaggerated in order to attract attention. It doesn't make sense. When I get back this time, I have to reorganize the intelligence system. "
Greene couldn't agree more.
He also scoffed when he saw this intelligence.
Barnard spoke again at this moment. "Yo, the beacon! This beacon was lit for us? "
The crystal ball showed the beacon on the city wall, and then Andonara.
The two laughed, and Greene said, "There aren't even people on the city wall, nor are there any soldiers. There's only one woman. Are all the men in this city dead? "
As Barnard spoke, he saw the image of Andonara wrapping a spear in blue fire and throwing it heavily.
The two froze for a moment, then burst into laughter at the same time.
Tears were on the verge of coming out.
Their flying boat was at least two kilometers above the ground, a distance that many people's magic couldn't reach.
A woman throwing a spear?
Was she putting on a monkey show?
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