At this time, more than 20,000 players in Wetland City had tried their best to get to the Spatial Magic Tower, but there were still a large number of players rushing toward Wetland City.
After all, this was the first city that the players truly owned, and almost all the guilds chose to set up their headquarters here.
A large number of life players settled here and formed a variety of industrial chains.
For example, weapon manufacturing, armor manufacturing, ore transportation, magic material transportation, and so on.
And the place where Morton appeared happened to be above Fatter Cat's headquarters.
Fatter Cat's guild was relatively low-key. Although it had a large number of people, more than three hundred, their guild's purpose was to play happily. Unlike most guilds who fought for the title of the strongest in the entire server, they preferred life professional play, and the players in the guild were either scenery lovers or life flash diggers.
Such a guild, of course, couldn't be high-profile.
But … this didn't mean that this guild's combat power was poor.
On the contrary, the cohesion of this guild would be much stronger than that of the average combat guild.
So when the logistics minister roared, the players of Fatter Cat subconsciously threw out all the inventory in their hands.
When a dozen Dimensional Anchors were stacked together in the air, the magic light was extremely bright, and if Morton had only been discovered by the people of Fatter Cat just now, now everyone in the city saw this light.
And in this light, Morton's unusually conspicuous dark red health bar above his head was as obvious as the moon in the night.
After a brief hesitation, roars of surprise rang out almost at the same time.
Then there was the sound of a large number of weapons being unsheathed.
Then more Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown out, and in less than ten seconds, at least forty Dimensional Anchors were stacked around Morton.
Because it was the same spell, it could be stacked almost infinitely.
It was the same principle as constantly throwing dry cement powder into a reservoir.
Getting thicker and thicker, or rather, stronger.
The effects of Dimensional Anchor scrolls varied in strength, but no matter how strong, the effects caused by the previous dozen or so Dimensional Anchors could still be broken free with mental strength. But now, in a daze, more than forty Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown at him, and even if he was the strongest spatial Mage in the main plane, he couldn't break the "net" laid by more than forty Dimensional Anchor scrolls.
He looked around, and a large number of Golden Sons roared and rushed over with weapons raised.
The whole city was seething, and excited howls resounded through the sky.
Even a strong man like Morton saw a dense crowd of people rushing towards him on the street, and many of the lithe Golden Sons jumped onto the roofs of the street and then began to nock their bows.
At this moment, Morton seemed to see a sea of insects from the Demon Realm.
He was surrounded by oily black, densely packed, and endless little things that were attacking him.
He shuddered subconsciously and roared, "Alfred, how dare you lie to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw countless arrows flying toward him from all directions.
It was like a torrential downpour, yet it was endless.
Opening his Magic Shield, Morton flew upward with all his might, and although he avoided most of the arrows, at least a hundred still hit his shield.
After all, he was a Legendary, and his Magic Shield was very strong. The hundreds of arrows posed no threat to him at all. After they rose to a certain level, he pointed down and shouted, "Falling Meteor."
The huge fiery meteor fell from the sky. Even in the daytime, it could be seen clearly.
The tens of thousands of players below cried out when they saw this scene.
"F * ck, this boss is too ruthless. He's going to smash our home."
"Who can stop this meteor?"
"Damn it, let him blow it up. At worst, we'll just build again. Don't let the boss get away."
"Idiots at the boss's feet, run, the fiery meteor's landing point is where you are."
Many of the players who were already at the fiery meteor's landing point wanted to run out, but there were too many players flocking to the boss at the same time, and they couldn't retreat at all, so they simply greeted Morton with their most powerful long-range attacks before they died.
The huge fiery meteor smashed to the ground with a long flaming tail.
All the buildings in the entire city shook.
A small mushroom cloud rose, and a deafening explosion spread, accompanied by a huge blast.
At the center of the fall, at least more than three hundred players were directly charred in the explosion, and a hundred or so were killed by the flames and blast of the explosion.
A fiery meteor caused a deep crater of at least four hundred square meters.
The pitch-black crater, as well as the black smoke curling up, illustrated the horror of this spell.
The buildings around the crater collapsed in large numbers.
Such a fifth-circle area-of-effect spell could cause huge panic in any country or city.
Morton withdrew his finger and looked at his handiwork with satisfaction.
He thought to himself that even the Golden Sons would be scared to see such a terrible scene.
After all, not everyone was as crazy as Roland.
Then in the next second, he was locked on by more arrows and spells.
Looking at the arrows rising like a black cloud, Morton's expression froze, and then he hurriedly rose into the air.
No matter how hard his Magic Shield was, he didn't want to take on so many whistling arrows head-on.
And these arrows were all shot by professionals, so they were quite powerful.
After rising a little higher, only a few arrows could barely reach him.
Morton felt a little safer, and then in the next second, all kinds of debuff spells were applied to him.
Weakening, Strength Reduction, Energy Drain, and so on.
It wasn't over yet. At some point, a group of girls suddenly appeared outside the city, all of them riding white horses, and two even riding unicorns.
They waved their hands, and a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, flying over in a dense swarm like a dark cloud.
Seeing this, Morton couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
These Golden Sons on the ground were valiant and unafraid of death, giving him a huge headache.
He didn't run away because none of these people seemed to be able to fly and couldn't threaten him, and his Legendary identity also made him unwilling to run away without any danger.
But the appearance of a large number of flying summoned beasts was a different story.
"Damn it." Morton finally felt that the situation was a bit troublesome.
He took a deep breath and began to fly out of the city, intending to leave the range of the Dimensional Anchor and then teleport away.
However, as soon as they saw him moving out, many of the faster players followed suit.
They also threw Dimensional Anchor scrolls at Morton from time to time.
Looking at the Dimensional Anchors unfurling around him, Morton felt a terrible headache.
How were these Golden Sons so rich? They'd thrown almost a hundred Dimensional Anchor scrolls in total.
No matter how cheap these things were, they'd cost at least a gold coin.
In other words, just by throwing Dimensional Anchor scrolls, these Golden Sons had thrown away more than a hundred gold coins.
Did they have to be so wasteful?
In fact, Morton didn't know that the vast majority of the Dimensional Anchor scrolls in the hands of players were produced in Wetland City.
Betta didn't learn much magic in the Red Magic Tower, but he did learn the ability to make magic scrolls. And the production was large and the cost was low, each Dimensional Anchor scroll only about thirty silver coins.
Plus, he was the mayor of Wetland City and had recruited a large number of NPC subordinates, so it was too easy to build an industrial chain here.
Material acquisition, scroll making, and sale, all in one line.
So any guild would purchase magic scrolls from Betta, whether it was Dimensional Anchor scrolls or Language Proficiency, a batch would always be kept in the guild warehouse.
This was also the main source of income for the Wetland City government agencies.
All in all, Wetland City didn't have much of anything but magic scrolls now.
Because they had the ability to teleport, spatial Mages didn't do much research on flying spells.
It was fine as long as they could fly and had a decent speed. No matter how fast they flew, could they be as good as teleportation and teleportation?
So Morton's flying speed was only about eighteen meters per second.
It wasn't slow, but it wasn't fast either.
Seeing him fly out of the city, the dark sea of players ran after him.
As they ran, someone threw debuff spells and Dimensional Anchor scrolls.
But running was ultimately not as fast as flying, and soon the players on the ground would be left behind.
Seeing that Morton was about to leave the range of Dimensional Anchor, the players got a little anxious and shouted.
"The boss is going to escape, and when he's out of the range of Dimensional Anchor, he'll definitely teleport. Who has a way to restrain him?"
"Damn, why are all these bosses so good at running? The black angel above was like this, and so is this one."
"Tie the scroll to the arrow and shoot."
"Good idea."
After all, there were still some players who were more quick-witted, and as soon as this was shouted, some of the quick-witted players immediately followed suit.
Morton saw that the range of Dimensional Anchor was right in front of him and was about to fly out in a great mood when he suddenly saw several very different "big-headed arrows" suddenly flying past him, then blooming with a transparent pattern of light.
Several more Dimensional Anchors unfolded around Morton.
Morton froze at first, then the veins on his forehead bulged.
Are these Golden Sons f * * king sick, spending so many resources just to keep me here? Are they crazy, or what's going on?
Is this necessary?
Just as he was fuming, a lot of rustling sounds came from behind him, and he looked back to find a large number of flying summoned beasts.
At this moment, he took a deep breath in his chest, and when he saw the flying summoned beasts pouncing over here, he said angrily, "Get the hell out of here."
With his roar, a giant whirlwind formed and flew downward at great speed, stirring the air flow over a large area, directly sucking in a large group of flying creatures and twisting them into pieces of flesh and blood all over the sky.
There were also quite a few players who were caught up in it, disappearing into the distance with the tornado.
Seeing that the flying summoned beasts had disappeared, Morton snorted, seemingly a little smug.
Then he turned and continued walking forward. He didn't believe that he couldn't get rid of the barbarians running on the ground while flying in the air.
Just as he was thinking this, a strange rumbling sound suddenly came from behind him.
He looked back and saw several strange wooden birds following him. In front of the left and right wings of these strange wooden birds, there was a rotating wind blade that, when rotated, looked like two transparent discs.
Morton froze. What the hell was this?
Not to mention Morton, almost all the players were stunned.
It wasn't surprising that human-powered planes could keep up with Morton's flying speed, but … the players had a different perspective.
The left and right wings of these human-powered planes were double-layered, which made the wings stronger, and even if the materials weren't quite up to snuff, they could ensure that the wings wouldn't fall apart.
But the problem was … there was a player hanging on the left and right lower wings.
These players hooked their legs upside down on the lower wings, then pulled their bows and shot arrows while hanging upside down.
After shooting an arrow, they took another one out of their Backpack.
A dozen planes chased after them, up and down, left and right, with an Archer hanging upside down on the left and right wings of each plane.
All kinds of rapid-fire arrows and guided arrows flew everywhere.
They simply shot out the momentum of the MiG Corridor in the air.
"Is this the legendary human-powered intelligent self-targeting machine gun?"
The players turned pale with fright.
Which guild's player was this good at playing?
Outside the city, the girls of the Phoenix Guild chased after Morton, and they naturally saw the dozen or so "combined" planes in the air.
"These men are really children, to think they could come up with such a playful move."
"Men are children until they die, and this game just magnifies their childlike innocence."
Just as these two girls were talking, the dozen planes quickly caught up to Morton and nipped at his back.
Morton, on the other hand, was constantly being shot at by more than twenty Archers, and the Magic Shield behind him clanked incessantly. Although it couldn't break his defense for the time being, it annoyed him to no end.
With a roar, he turned around and fired an instant air bubble.
The planes behind him reacted extremely quickly and dispersed at once, and one even performed a sleek maneuver like a roller turn.
The two players hanging under the wing of the plane were miserable. They were like two stones on a catapult, pulled to the left and right into a straight line, spinning in circles as the plane rotated.
At the same time, they let out shrill screams that could be heard clearly even on the ground.
How pitiful!
Of course, there were some special players who expressed different opinions.
"It looks so good, even better than riding on a roller coaster. I'd love to try it."
After these planes dispersed, they flanked left and right, surrounding Morton. At the same time, there were also human machine cannons that shot out a Dimensional Anchor from time to time, continuing to block Morton's teleportation ability.
"These crooked devils, these damn flies." Morton pointed to one of the nearest human-powered planes. "Mage's Disjunction."
In his opinion, this kind of thing that could fly into the air must be some kind of very special magic device.
As for why he couldn't feel magic power, it should be a magic array that concealed magic power was used, giving this special flying magic device the ability to sneak in and scout.
Any object made with magic, under Mage's Disjunction, would lose the ability to fly even if it didn't fall apart.
To his surprise, however, this flying magic device not only didn't fall apart after being hit by Mage's Disjunction, but it could actually continue to fly.
Could it be that Mage's Disjunction failed?
Just as he was thinking this, he saw a certain Golden Son hanging under the magic device scream in a rather panicked voice.
The man's magic equipment was dispersed into magical elemental particles.
He became naked.
A long fleshy maggot fluttered with the strong wind, very magical.
And disgusting!
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