Roland was inspecting the magic flying boat at this moment.
The miscellaneous workers and magic apprentices who were responsible for piloting and maintaining the flying boats followed Roland in fear.
Andonara, on the other hand, held Roland's arm and pointed rather happily at the slanting hole that ran through the entire flying boat. "I wanted to shoot this thing down, but when I threw the spear, a hole appeared … I thought I could puncture it."
"Next time you throw a spear at a large object or a building, flatten the spearhead and draw a cross-shaped groove on it to increase the spear's spinning speed after it's thrown. It can greatly improve the tearing ability and the destructive ability of large objects will skyrocket."
Andonara's eyes lit up. "Roland, you know so much."
"It's just common sense." Roland waved his hand. "Why don't I help you study the combat system of the Great Swordsmen and Heroes in the future?"
Andonara nodded quickly, overjoyed.
Generally speaking, although the Warriors were inwardly discriminated against by the spellcasters, when it came to combat ability, they would all say, "Spellcasters know nothing about head-on battles, they only know how to cast spells from afar, they have no courage, and they don't know what power is."
This was a self-affirmation and protection of their profession.
They subconsciously believed that others didn't know what they were good at, to ensure their authority in that regard.
But Andonara was different.
She knew that Roland was very knowledgeable, although he didn't know much about the common sense of this world because of the plane.
But she could still see through his scholarly temperament and the way of thinking that only a scholar had.
After all, there were many scholars in the royal palace, and she had interacted with them before and knew some of their appearances.
Roland, on the other hand, was more scholarly than any scholar she had ever met.
Moreover, he spent almost all of his time studying magic and reading books about this world.
Now, he was learning more and more about this world.
Even many scholars in the royal palace couldn't compare to him in terms of common sense.
What impressed Andonara even more was the speed of Roland's progress in magic.
Ever since she became a Legendary Great Swordsman, she saw everyone as a scammer.
It wasn't because she was arrogant; it was the truth.
Except for the two descended angels or the World Tree, no one in this world could pose much of a threat to her.
If she had to find someone who could make her "afraid", it would be Roland.
As a vine-type woman, she had already decided on him.
Another reason was that she had seen Roland's terrifying speed of improvement.
When she became a Legend, she thought he was so weak.
But the current him already gave her the feeling of a strong person.
At this rate, she believed that Roland would definitely catch up to her in less than five years.
The reason why Roland was able to grow so quickly was inextricably linked to his scholarly awareness.
Research, ponder, research, ponder, experiment, and explore the truth of magic.
In many people's minds, seriousness and hard work were just nouns without any actual impressions.
But as Roland's lover, Andonara knew how hard he worked.
It didn't seem strange that the Golden Sons didn't need to sleep, and he didn't need to rest either.
But he had almost no interest in parties or society.
He spent almost all of his time studying magic and studying.
Because she was too worried about Roland's physical and mental health, Andonara, who had always been shy, became bold and unrestrained, taking the initiative to find opportunities to be intimate with him from time to time. She was really worried about it.
So in Andonara's eyes, her man was very smart and knowledgeable, and he could do anything that others couldn't imagine if he wanted to.
She herself was the best witness of all.
She witnessed a weak Golden Son grow strong at an extremely fast speed.
She witnessed him rise from obscurity to fame among the nobles of Hollevin.
All of this made her think that there was nothing that her man couldn't do.
Not to mention that it was just helping her improve her combat skills.
Roland was a little excited after inspecting the entire flying boat.
He had been on this thing several times before, and it was essentially a luxury yacht in the sky.
Men all wanted something like a luxury car or yacht, and Roland was no exception.
Besides, this flying boat contained very advanced magic concepts, and as long as he understood them, Roland was sure that his magic level would be further improved. Maybe some of the technology could even be used in the construction of the airship.
Then, he gathered the handymen and magic apprentices on the ship.
"You are all captives now, and I have the right to deal with you, whether according to the rules of Fareins or the rules of Hollevin."
Hearing this, the nearly hundred people in front of him all looked confused and scared.
They were just ordinary people, and those magic apprentices were just ordinary civilians.
If they were magic apprentices of noble birth, they wouldn't be put on this flying boat to work as coolies.
"Now I'll give you two choices. One is to stay on duty on this ship, and as long as you work for a year, I'll send you home with a flying boat. Of course, you can also stay and continue to work."
More than a hundred people were talking, like a food market.
Roland waited for their voices to gradually calm down before he continued, "The other choice is for you to leave on your own. Of course, I'll give each of you a silver coin for your travel expenses."
This time, the voices of discussion became even louder.
A bold magic apprentice raised his hand and said, "Sir, a silver coin isn't enough to get us back to the Spatial Magic Tower from here."
"That's your business." Roland waved his hand. "I've already been very merciful by sparing your lives and giving you your travel expenses. How you're going to go back next is your own business."
Roland felt that he had done all he could by doing this.
Of the hundred or so people, the vast majority felt that Roland had a point.
If they were the victors themselves, it would be strange if they didn't squeeze the value of the captives to the point where they were dried vegetables.
After a period of consideration, these people all agreed to the first plan.
They were willing to continue working on the flying boat.
Roland nodded with satisfaction and smiled. "You won't regret this decision. I also have a Magic Tower under my name. Although it's still far from the Magic Towers of the major holy lands, I believe that it will grow to that point in less than ten years."
Except for Andonara, whose face was full of admiration, no one believed Roland's words.
On the other side, nearly five thousand players gathered in the newly built base.
Now there were fewer and fewer players coming over.
At least thirty thousand players crossed the sea either by man-powered plane or by wooden galleon.
But only these five thousand people arrived safely.
Here, the square-shaped, ten-meter-tall rock walls blocked most prying eyes.
Over the past few days, the players who were scouts had entered Tebesia and figured out the bottom of the city.
At the same time, they also assisted Maromatha in moving a large number of werecats to this base.
And at least half of the players here began to indulge in stroking cats.
Maromatha, as the most beautiful and elegant black cat among the werecats, was surrounded by ten times as many people.
She wasn't used to it at first, but now she could completely ignore the circle of intoxicated Golden Sons next to her.
She wandered around the base every day, and one day she pointed at the three hundred or so male players in the corner of the base with a rather curious expression. "I've noticed that you seem to be ostracizing and afraid of them. What's going on?"
There was discrimination among the werecats too.
But this group didn't seem to be discriminated against. Instead, it was more like they weren't very sociable, and then they were feared.
Seeing this man eating sticky curry, the female player who had been following the black cat turned green. "They're our secret weapons, the scary kind. Don't get involved with them!"
Maromatha's tail flicked back and forth. The female player spoke so mysteriously that she became even more curious. Looking at the three hundred or so people, her eyes were sparkling.
In the central room of this base, six players were having a meeting around a stone table.
They were all guild chairmen.
"The transfer of the werecats has been completed. The remaining werecats are unwilling to leave. They're diehard fans of the Spatial Magic Tower, and the news that we're going to attack the Spatial Magic Tower was spread by these werecats."
"That's normal. Every race has good and bad people. Although the werecats are cute, they're not immune to customs. "
"Half a day ago, we submitted a declaration of war to the Spatial Magic Tower and also shouted to the people of Tebesia to let the civilians leave early so that they wouldn't be affected."
"And the result?"
"Those civilians laughed at our shoutcaster for being an idiot and then threw some camel dung back. One person was covered in it. "
The other five guild chairmen all had rather sentimental expressions.
One of them sighed. "So this is what it means to be trapped."
"In that case, in two hours, let's attack according to the predetermined plan. The three hundred maggot Warlocks will be under your command, Andrew. "
The player named Andrew stood up and nodded with a rather serious expression. "Don't worry, we, the Flying Guild, won't let you down."
Then he strode out of the conference room.
Coming to a certain corner outside the base, the three hundred players with distinctive temperaments all stood up when they saw him.
Streaks of white light flashed, and a white maggot at least two meters long appeared beside each of them.
Then, under their command, these fleshy white maggots divided into three rows, with a hundred in each row, and raised their heads in unison.
Shoot, it's starting.
The players who saw this all backed away, and at the same time, almost all of them put on masks or wrapped themselves in face scarves.
Maromatha the catgirl was puzzled. She looked around, not understanding why these people suddenly put on masks.
"Here's one for you." The female player reached out a hand to help.
Maromatha shook her head. "I don't like to cover my face, it's very uncomfortable."
"You really don't want it? You'll regret it. "
Maromatha was stubborn. "No!"
The female player said with a playful, sinister smile, "Fine. Suit yourself! "
At this moment, Andrew took out a white military cap from his Backpack, the insignia of which was a bald eagle.
Then he stood at attention, ramrod straight, like a high-ranking officer.
"What's he doing?"
"Life needs a sense of ceremony," Andrew muttered, then he adjusted his white military cap.
Then, with a ferocious expression, he roared.
"400 Field Artillery Battalion, shooting angle 83 degrees, yellow ammunition loaded …"
Then he slashed his right hand down heavily.
He roared at the top of his lungs.
“Fire!”
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