Morton had never seen such a frightening population.
They weren't afraid of death, but they couldn't die.
And they had a strange obsession with killing their enemies.
Until now, he hadn't figured out why these people suddenly attacked him.
He had just teleported to this city, and then the whole city rioted.
It seemed that everyone thought he was their enemy.
Morton had been flying ahead, followed by those weird flying magic devices on his left, right, and behind him.
He didn't understand why his Mage's Disjunction didn't work on the aircraft. It was clear that the Golden Son, fully equipped with magic equipment, was naked.
It didn't make sense.
He became more and more puzzled, and at the same time more and more restless.
One after another, Dimensional Anchor scrolls unfurled on his left and right.
Due to the harassment of those aircraft, his flying speed was now significantly reduced.
The flying spell, which wasn't fast to begin with, was dragged to the speed of a turtle, and even the Golden Sons on the ground were on his tail.
A large group of Archers ran lightly, shooting arrows at him at the same time.
At this time, however, there were no longer any spells attacking him.
Because most of the Mages of the Golden Sons hadn't grown up yet.
Their physical endurance wasn't as good as that of Warriors and Archers, and they didn't know flying spells, so they couldn't keep up with the large group.
Morton turned around and fired another Air Cannon.
Because of the limitations of Dimensional Anchor, he couldn't use his strongest abilities at all now.
He could only use some simple spells.
As a result, this Air Cannon of the Wind Spells still didn't hit the enemy.
Instead, his speed was temporarily slowed by a few seconds because of the casting, and a wave of arrows rained down on his head.
He flew forward with all his might, avoiding most of the arrows, but he was still hit by hundreds of them.
The Golden Sons were too good at area saturation attacks.
After being hit, the Magic Shield rippled more and more, a sign that the strength of the Magic Shield was declining.
He looked back at the ground and found a long, black stream of people following behind him.
This stream of people spread from Wetland City on the distant horizon, as if it were the tentacles of a terrible monster reaching out from Wetland City.
Trying to roll him back.
"All lunatics," Morton spat angrily. He gritted his teeth and planned to cast another area-of-effect spell.
For example, an ice tornado or something like that.
However, he just thought about it and gave up.
One area-of-effect spell could kill three to four hundred Golden Sons at most.
However, there were at least 40,000 people below. How many large-scale spells would he have to cast to kill them all?
Did they really think that large-scale AoE spells didn't require mana?
He flew forward desperately, and at the same time, he secretly swore in his heart, When I go back, I must find a way to destroy this Wetland City. These Golden Sons couldn't be gathered together. They were too terrifying when they gathered.
He continued to fly forward, not planning to counterattack.
Protect enough Mana to support the Magic Shield and use it for flight.
Although a Legendary Mage had a lot of magic power, it wasn't infinite.
He was attacked by the aircraft chasing after him. The archers running on the ground would shoot one or two arrows from time to time. Their accuracy was terrifying. Out of ten arrows, at least five would hit him.
His magic power was declining at a fairly rapid rate.
He thought that he could shake off these Golden Sons with endurance.
Then … half an hour passed. Not only did they fail to shake off the flying magic devices, even a large group of people were following them from the ground.
He took a closer look and found that these people all had mounts.
Almost everyone had a steed.
At this point, Morton was already a little tired.
Then the Golden Sons were still howling energetically.
After another half an hour, he still hadn't shaken off these Golden Sons, and the distance between the two sides was even getting closer.
It was clear that the Golden Sons' endurance seemed to be stronger than Morton's.
But this was just an illusion, mainly because Morton was under too many attacks.
His magic power had to be fully used to maintain the shield and flight.
At this point, Morton already had some fear in his heart. His brain was racing, thinking about how he could escape from the pursuit of these Golden Sons.
Many ideas came to mind and were quickly rejected.
Suddenly, he saw a city appear on the horizon in front of him.
His eyes lit up. If he flew into the city, those Golden Sons, who claimed to be righteous and kind, would probably take the lives of the civilians in the city into account and not attack indiscriminately.
He immediately lowered his flying altitude a little, intending to escape into the city in the shortest distance possible.
Then his lowering altitude immediately gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of.
At least fifty or so nets were brought up.
And these nets were all large nets made of iron wire.
They reflected a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.
Many Bandits and Hunters who knew how to cast nets had participated in the battle against the Vampires more than a year ago. At that time, they had used straw nets. For ordinary people, it was very tough and almost impossible to break free from, but for the Vampires, it was not too difficult to tear it apart.
At that time, although low-flying vampires could be caught in the nets, the vampires would soon break the nets, and there wouldn't be much control.
So from that time on, many players began to improve the production techniques of cast nets.
In the end, barbed wire was brought out, and even some magic materials were added to it, greatly increasing the toughness of the barbed wire.
Of these fifty or so barbed wire, thirteen of them actually caught Morton.
He was instantly wrapped into a ball of wire.
Because the Magic Shield was still there, these barbed wire nets naturally couldn't be tied to his body. But with a dozen nets, each weighing at least five kilograms, suddenly having about eighty kilograms more on his body, not only did his flying speed slow down, but he also flew lower.
Crap!
Through the Magic Shield, Morton saw that his line of sight was blocked by a thick layer of barbed wire, and he could no longer tell where he was going.
The slower he flew and the lower he flew, the more attacks he would attract.
In less than ten seconds, he had another twenty or so barbed wire nets on his body.
This time, it wasn't a ball of wire, but a cocoon of wire.
The kind that couldn't see people.
"Get him down."
The players running on the ground roared.
At this moment, a plane climbed to the top of Morton's head and then, almost perpendicular to the acceleration of gravity, crashed down.
It was clearly an old-fashioned propeller plane, but under the effect of this potential acceleration, it almost flew at the speed of an old-fashioned jet.
Then the human-powered plane hit Morton directly at a very aggressive angle.
The pilot of the plane didn't bail out, and then the two people on the wing didn't jump away either.
The three of them used their own weight to add even more powerful potential impact to the plane.
The plane roared down and hit Morton, who was flying slower and slower.
At the moment of impact, the plane fell apart, and wood splattered all over the sky. The potential energy was transferred, and Morton was knocked to the ground like a cannonball that had been fired.
And the three players also crashed to the ground in the midst of the wood fragments that filled the sky, turning into three unbearable blobs of pixels.
Morton was still alive, and the Magic Shield blocked most of the impact of the fall for him. He stood up with difficulty. No matter who it was, their Magic Shield was covered with thirty or forty nets, and a total weight of at least two hundred kilograms of foreign objects was pressing down on them. Anyone would feel uncomfortable.
But Morton still stood up.
It was very difficult.
He couldn't see what was going on outside, but he could detect it with his mental power.
A dense sea of people was rushing over, and some had already surrounded him. The Summoner girls who ran fast on mounts were much faster than most players.
I can't escape?
This thought flashed through Morton's mind as he looked at the nets outside the Magic Shield.
Then, extreme fear rose in his heart.
Everyone was afraid of death, and Morton was no exception.
He couldn't see outside, but he still shouted, "I'm the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower, if you let me go, I will …"
Before the bribe was over, he felt like he had been hit hard in the head.
Fortunately, with the Magic Shield blocking it, he didn't take much damage.
But cracks appeared on the outer layer of the Magic Shield.
This made Morton even more anxious. "Listen to me, I really can give you a lot of money, a lot of money."
Then what he heard in his ears was the excited, charging roars of the Golden Sons.
The cracks in the Magic Shield had "grown" to the front and back.
Morton took a deep breath and said, "Ten gold coins per person."
"Who's talking about you?"
If there had been some hesitation before, now the players were all filled with righteous indignation.
There were at least thirty to forty thousand players in Wetland City.
Ten gold coins per person was a bountiful reward of three to four hundred thousand.
No one thought Morton could come up with this amount of money, because it was simply too much.
Then came the frenzied attacks of the players.
After a few melee maneuvers, the net on Morton's body was cut open a lot, and he could already see the situation ahead of him.
A dense sea of people. These Golden Sons were all looking at him with smiling eyes.
Very much like some of the androgynous nobles he had seen as a child.
"A Mage has to die like a gentleman." Morton looked at the players swarming over, his heart full of despair. "But don't think too much about it."
"I'll be waiting for you at the Wall of the Faithless."
The cold and desperate voice was drowned out by the strange cries that swarmed over, not setting off any waves.
… …
… …
Half an hour later, a large number of posts thanking Roland appeared on the forum.
The content was more or less the same.
"I didn't expect this boss that spawned to be the final boss to be taken down in some epic quest. Who got it here?"
"Who else could it be but Roland?"
"Doesn't Roland have the white cat? Let's drag the black cat away. "
"Now that the big boss has been slain, the next thing to see is the progress of those players who have sailed across the sea."
"The boss can actually self-destruct, how troublesome."
Morton didn't bring many things out, so the players didn't find anything of value. But fortunately, this was related to the epic quest, so even if they wasted most of the Dimensional Anchor scrolls, they felt it was worth it.
At this time, outside Tebesia, a small square-shaped gathering place had been built.
More than three hundred fire feces Warlocks were ready.
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