The intelligent golem stood up almost intact.
Roland, on the other hand, was still lying on the sand as a human stick.
It seemed that it was the intelligent golem's victory.
The Legendary elder on the city wall nodded rather smugly as he watched the scene. This was the culmination of the Spatial Magic Tower.
A powerful, tenacious, and intelligent golem.
Then he frowned, because he found that the Golden Sons in the four squares were cheering.
"Is there something wrong with these people?" The Legendary Mage looked extremely confused. "There's nothing wrong with the golem at all, but your Roland has consumed a lot of magic power."
Unlike his point of view, the players saw things like HP bars in their eyes.
In their eyes, the intelligent golem seemed fine on the surface, but it had lost four percent of its health.
Roland had done what four thousand of them could barely do alone, which further proved that the golem wasn't invincible.
Wasn't that worth cheering for?
The Legendary Mage was puzzled. Then he shook his head. "Roland should be able to stand up again, but what's the point?"
He had fought Roland and knew that his Elemental Embodiment could be infinitely regenerated as long as he had magic power.
As he expected … A few seconds later, the stone giant that Roland turned into regrown at a very fast speed.
Less than six seconds after the intelligent golem got up, Roland stood up again.
"Again!"
Roland seemed excited. The blow just now felt quite comfortable and made him extremely excited.
He charged again, but this time the intelligent golem reacted and drew the greatsword on its back and slashed horizontally.
The wind of the sword pressed over with the bronze Fine Gold longsword. Roland subconsciously leaned back, and the longsword slashed across his chest, leaving a long mark.
At the same time, stone dust spread and sputtered.
Roland didn't feel any pain. In the mode of Elemental Embodiment, there was no pain.
But the stone dust that was stripped from its body was essentially its magic power.
It would feel a little uncomfortable to lose magic power.
Now that the opponent had a weapon, Roland didn't show any weakness.
A fourteen-meter-long rock miaodao grew out of his hand, and he took advantage of the gap in his retreat to retreat and slash upward.
At this moment, the intelligent golem happened to raise the sword with both hands, leaving its hands wide open.
The upward miaodao slashed the golem's armpit.
With a crack, the miaodao broke.
Rocks flew everywhere.
Roland took advantage of the momentum to retreat with the broken saber, and in less than two seconds after he retreated, the broken miaodao was regenerated.
The intelligent golem's body moved slightly, but there was no sign of damage on the surface of the armpit.
"Hmph, you still won't give up. How can you find the weakness of a golem made of adamantine so easily? "The Legendary-mage on the city wall sneered.
However, his expression suddenly became even more puzzled.
Because he found that the Golden Sons far away from the city wall were cheering.
"What happened to them?"
There was nothing wrong with the golem at all, but the Legendary Mage who stayed behind to monitor the battle somehow had a bad feeling when he heard the players' cries.
As a matter of fact, the players cheered because they saw that Roland's attack reduced the intelligent golem's HP by one percent.
This was a huge improvement.
Earlier, Roland had only taken away 4% of the enemy's HP with a flying kick, a leg whip, and a two-handed punch. But now, this Upward Slash had actually taken away 4% of the enemy's HP when it reached the armpit.
What was it if not a weakness?
"Write it down. The armpit is probably the weakness of all golems."
The chairmen of the major guilds said to the people next to them.
Most players had the habit of preparing for a rainy day.
They couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't run into similar golem enemies in their future gaming careers.
Now that they had ready-made battle data, they naturally had to write it down.
Back to the battle, Roland was about to follow up with another attack after his Upward Slash caused the golem's body to tremble slightly, but the golem's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a red beam shot out of its pupils, hitting him in the chest.
After a rumbling explosion, the golem was flung back several meters and fell to the ground.
Its chest had been blown apart, with a huge hole in the front and the back.
As soon as Roland stood up, the golem lunged at him and slashed the bronze sword down from the middle of Roland's body.
Half a second later, the golem was split in half and fell to the sand with a boom, raising a high cloud of dust.
The soul in the intelligent golem had received intelligence about Roland earlier. He knew very well that Elemental Embodiment couldn't die.
As long as he still had magic power.
So he took two steps forward and stepped on the left side of Roland's body.
Roland's current earth element wasn't very hard, and half of his body was directly shattered.
Then the golem tried to step on the right side of Roland's body.
At this moment, the sand on the ground suddenly sprayed up, directly covering the intelligent golem and forming a large cloud of dust.
The golem didn't observe things with its eyes, but with mental power.
Normal sand couldn't interfere with its "vision."
But the sand was also raised by Roland with magic power, which contained a lot of mental power.
So in the golem's eyes, the sand was actually like balls of cotton, not lethal, but it could obstruct its vision.
Now that it couldn't see, it subconsciously took a step back.
At this moment, a short man no more than twelve meters tall suddenly sprang out of the sand, rushed to the golem, bent down, grabbed the golem's legs, and lifted hard.
The huge golem was directly overturned by the short golem, raising a large cloud of dust.
Then, the small Gargoyle turned around and ran. Although it wasn't as big as before, it was still very fast. In a short moment, it had reached the players' square formation.
He threw a few Dimensional Anchor scrolls behind him, limiting the golem's teleportation ability.
At the same time, Roland shouted, "Retreat, retreat, all retreat, I don't have much magic power left."
The players immediately reacted and ran with Roland.
It was clearly a retreat of four thousand people, but the process of leaving was quite orderly and disciplined.
The formation was still well maintained.
Under such circumstances, if other armies saw them, they wouldn't dare to chase and kill them.
They knew very well that such an orderly retreat was too rare on the battlefield.
A large number of battle-hardened soldiers had to be in the team to stabilize the morale and give orders in order to barely do it.
Roland rushed to the outside of the base and dispersed the golem.
Hardly had he entered when Wright, the bald man of Fatter Hunter, rushed to him. He grabbed Roland's hands and shook them hard, his eyes full of fanaticism. "Brother, boss, boss … Please, cooperate with me. Let's shoot an episode of Ultraman vs. Gullit in an alternate world."
Roland:???
It took more than four minutes for the other guild masters to calm Fatter Cat down.
Sitting at the round table, Wright coughed softly. "Sorry, I was too excited just now. I'll be frank. My hobby is special films. You can laugh if you want."
Nobody laughed.
Everyone present was an adult. They knew when they could laugh and when they couldn't.
Besides, it wasn't a big deal to be crazy about special films. Everybody had a hobby.
Seeing that nobody laughed at him, Wright was secretly relieved. He continued, "We saw what happened just now. The intelligent golem has weaknesses. So, Almighty Roland, did you notice anything during your battle with the golem?"
"Well, if I have to say anything, it just felt wrong!"
Everybody was dumbfounded. Was there anything about feeling when it came to beating someone or being beaten?
"How should I describe it?" Roland thought for a moment and explained, "It's like you want to eat fried peanuts, but you eat sun-dried peanuts?"
Everybody was lost for words. Wright asked, "Is there any difference in your description?"
"The first one is dry, hard, and delicious, while the other one is dry and hard, but it feels soft when you bite it."
With such an explanation, everyone understood.
What Roland meant was that the golem wasn't good enough yet.
It meant that the materials used to make the golem might have hidden problems and flaws.
"We can slowly grind this golem to death. I found that it doesn't have automatic repair technology!"
Everybody's eyes glittered.
"I see." Wright nodded. "We can make catapults … Let's leave that to Fatter Cat. We'll show them what long-range firepower is like. They'll leave white marks all over its body. We'll slowly wear down its HP. "
One of the guild chairmen asked, "What can the rest of us do?"
"Organize patrols at night. I suspect that someone will come to steal our house!"
The guild chairmen all looked rather interested.
Surprise or disbelief.
There was even a hint of mockery on one of their faces.
"They don't dare to come out at all." The guild chairman smiled and said, "The maggot Warlocks are too powerful a deterrent. Besides, so what if they steal our base? We can just change our base at worst."
Roland spread his hands. "But a lot of players may be sacrificed needlessly, lose a lot of EXP, or be demoted. So, isn't it better to be prepared in advance? "
"Almighty Roland, you're a lone wolf player. You have no idea what it's like to manage a guild with hundreds of points. Orders can't be given casually. Everything can only be decided for the right reason." The guild chairman continued, "Besides, so what if they steal our house? We might be able to fight them."
Roland shrugged nonchalantly when he sensed the other party's faint hostility.
He didn't say nice things to dead people.
He was just making a suggestion. Whether or not the other party accepted it was their business.
"So what are our odds of winning?" asked Fatter Cat.
Roland thought for a moment. "I think it's a hundred percent. The quest only asks us to destroy the Spatial Magic Tower, and there's no time limit. If ten days isn't enough, we'll do half a year. I don't think the Spatial Magic Tower can fight a protracted war with us. "
The guild chairman and the others all laughed.
They felt that Roland had a point.
Of course, that was just saying. Few players were willing to spend half a year with a Spatial Magic Tower.
Naturally, the sooner the quest was completed, the better.
Roland thought for a moment and asked, "By the way, when I read the battle report earlier, I saw that you've moved most of the werecats out. Is Maromatha among them?"
"What do you want to do?" The guild chairman, who had just been laughing, immediately changed his expression. "Maro belongs to all of us, not just you?"
Roland showed a puzzled expression.
Someone next to him immediately explained, "This man is a serious cat lover and especially likes black cats, so you understand."
Oh, so that's how it is.
Understood, understood.
Roland's first girlfriend was also a serious cat lover, and he understood how obsessed these people were with cats.
So he finally understood why this player was hostile to him just now.
So it turned out to be cat jealousy.
"Maromatha took her people back more than thirty kilometers and found a small oasis to settle down," the female guild player next to him explained. The female guild player next to him explained, "If you want to find them, just go north. You can fly anyway, so you should be able to reach them in no time."
Roland nodded and left the command center.
After he left, a heated discussion began in the command center about whether or not to organize a large number of patrols and precautions was put on the agenda.
Roland, on the other hand, flew in the air and soon found the oasis where Maromatha was.
After he landed, he saw the oasis full of werecats lazily near the oasis, sleeping on the sand to bask in the sun.
If it was really too hot, they would roll a few times and roll into the shade of a tree to wait.
Maromatha leaned against a tree trunk and yawned.
She "combed" her face with her hands from time to time.
When werecats were in a daze, they would unconsciously do some cat behaviors that were deeply engraved in their DNA.
Now the werecats lived a good life, and even here in the oasis, they had something to eat.
The Golden Sons had donated a large number of supplies to them.
It wouldn't be a problem for all the werecats to live for two to three months.
When Roland landed, the undisguised magic waves made Maromatha jump in fright.
But after seeing that it was Roland, she was relieved.
She waited for Roland to land in front of her and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Roland."
"It has indeed been a while," Roland replied with a smile.
"You've come to see me?"
Maromatha had spent some time with Roland, and she knew that he was a man who didn't like to beat around the bush, so she just asked the other party's purpose of visit without so much beating around the bush.
"Yes." Roland nodded. "Marilyn misses you and is worried about you. She asked if you would like to live with her in the Red Magic Tower."
"Of course I would." Maromatha's face was full of helplessness. She looked around at the werecats. "But I have to be responsible for them."
That was true.
Roland looked at the werecats who were lazily basking in the sun nearby.
Right now, the werecats were very quiet, but this race was extremely curious. They were probably the only race in this world that could consider themselves to be a minority.
For example, at this moment, several werecats didn't want to sleep anymore. Instead, they looked at Roland and Maromatha curiously.
"That's a bit of a shame." Roland sighed and shook his head.
"If they had a safe place to live …" The werecats' eyes suddenly lit up. "Roland, didn't you say last time that your friend is building a city? A city led by the Golden Sons. Can we werecats move there? "
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