Maromatha now liked the Golden Sons very much.
All of them were professionals, and they spoke well.
And in the face of the werecats, this powerful group, they were willing to lower their statuses and play and live with them.
Even … she didn't know if it was her imagination, but Maromatha felt that some of the Golden Sons put her in the position of a slave.
It was incredible.
It wasn't possible.
She felt that most of her werecats were weak and didn't know what to do. It was because she couldn't stand the werecats' personality of wanting to get involved in everything when they clearly didn't have much strength that the entire orc race almost all ostracized the werecats.
It wasn't easy for the Spatial Magic Tower to be willing to take them in.
But … it was more of a use and exploitation nature.
The werecats had been attached to the Spatial Magic Tower for hundreds of years.
But the total population had hardly changed.
This wasn't because the werecats had a low fertility rate. On the contrary, the werecats' fertility rate was actually quite high.
On average, they could give birth to about three.
Although the newly born werecats were small, much smaller than human fetuses, they were easier to feed than human babies.
As long as there was a little milk, they could grow like crazy.
But even so, the total population of the werecats didn't increase, which was very telling.
The werecats could survive in the Spatial Magic Tower, but they couldn't develop.
So Maromatha had been seeking change.
Her scout talent was extremely rare in her race, but in order to change, she took the initiative to become a spatial Mage.
As for the Golden Sons, since Roland first came into contact with them, and now living with a large group of them for several days, he had a preliminary understanding of them.
This was a rather strange group, but also quite a "bottom line."
Although the werecats had some ideas that conflicted with the Golden Sons, it was mostly the Golden Sons who backed down.
And they always liked to say things like "seek common ground while reserving differences," "develop together," "live in harmony," and so on.
This left a deep impression on Maromatha.
She had a feeling that … this was the broad-mindedness that the main race should have.
She even had the idea of letting the entire race follow the Golden Sons, otherwise she wouldn't have helped persuade her people to follow them to the base.
After following them here, they had to find a place to live.
Preferably the kind that could be permanently lived in.
Maromatha was one of the rare cats among the werecats who had foresight.
Of course, due to their lack of knowledge and experience, they actually didn't have much foresight. They were just better than most of the lazy catpeople who only looked at what was in front of them and lived as long as they could.
This was all thanks to her becoming a Magician and reading a few more books.
Previously in the oasis, she had been thinking about how she should develop her own race after following the Golden Sons and seek the development of the werecats without harming the interests of the Golden Sons.
At first, there was no result.
But after seeing Roland, she suddenly remembered that she had chatted with the Golden Sons and listened to their conversations.
When these people talked about things, they almost never avoided the werecats.
Therefore, she collected a lot of information.
For example, there were some things about Roland and his friends.
After seeing him, Maromatha suddenly had this idea.
Bring the werecats to the human world and make them a subsidiary race of the Golden Sons.
From then on, he left the Orc World.
In a world like the Orcs, where only the size of a fist mattered and there was no benevolence or kindness, it was better not to stay.
"Roland, let's all move to your friend's Wetland City."
After she voiced her request, her eyes widened and she looked at the man in front of her expectantly.
Roland froze for a moment. He turned his head to look at the nearby werecats, thought for a moment, and said, "I think that's a good idea, but I have to contact my friend. After all, he's the mayor."
"I understand." Maromatha took Roland's hand and gently held his fingers with her small, smooth palms. "I hope you can put in a good word for us, okay?"
"Of course," Roland said with a smile. "But I think even if I don't say much, you werecats should be able to settle in Wetland City."
"But I think the success rate will be much higher if you do the talking." Maromatha's tail curled up and the tip curled around. "Please, whether it succeeds or not, I'll be grateful to you."
"There's really no need." Roland pulled his hand out of Maromatha's palm. "Wait a moment, I'll contact him."
"Okay."
Maromatha nodded repeatedly, then stood aside and waited patiently.
Roland Betta in the guild chat.
Roland: "Betta, there are werecats, about ten thousand of them, who want to join Wetland City. Will you accept them?"
Soon, Betta replied, "Is it the werecat I know? A human creature with cat ears and a tail? "
Roland: "Yes.
Betta: "Yes, of course. I'll accept as many as they have. Where are they now? I'll send a small army to pick them up. "
Roland: "They're at the Spatial Magic Tower, across the sea."
Betta: "It's a bit difficult. It's too far. If we encounter a shipwreck by boat, every werecat who dies is heartbreaking. Brother Roland, do you have any good ideas? "
Roland: "That does make sense. Let me think about it."
Exiting the guild chat, Roland had a heavy expression on his face.
Maromatha saw that he didn't look too good, and her heart sank.
She couldn't help but ask, "Is your friend unwilling?"
"Of course he's willing, and very willing," Roland explained. "It's just that how you werecats get to Wetland City is a problem. After all, Hollevin is on the other side of the sea."
Hearing that it was this problem, Maromatha was relieved. "That's not a problem. We can build a boat and get there."
"But it's easy to encounter storms and accidents at sea."
"There are always accidents in life." Maromatha brushed her short hair behind her ears, her petite body exuding a wonderful charm unique to exotic creatures. "As long as half of us can get there, it'll be a big victory."
"But we won't think that way." Roland thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I have a solution. But this will have to be done after the Spatial Magic Tower is broken. "
Maromatha looked at her people around her, and she smiled happily. "We can wait. By the way, Roland, you've taken care of me a lot before, and now you've helped me solve such a big problem, but I can't repay you with anything. So … I'll make you a barbecue unique to werecats. "
Roland was full of questions. Did werecats thank people by giving them food?
It was quite strange!
He was quite curious about what the werecats' special barbecue was, so he stayed.
In the end, it wasn't until the evening that Maromatha finished preparing the barbecue.
When the barbecue was served, Roland's face was green.
Hanging from the barbecue skewers were skinned mice that had been cooked to a golden brown.
"Haha … it looks pretty delicious …"
Roland's cheeks were twitching, and he somewhat regretted being so curious.
After all, werecats had the habits of cats, and it seemed normal for them to like eating mice.
"These aren't mice, these are voles." Maromatha smiled happily. She liked to see Roland pretend to be uncomfortable when he clearly didn't dare to eat it.
Although they were southerners, Roland's generation had plenty of food and clothing when they were young and had never been hungry, so they hadn't eaten anything like voles. However, most of the people of the southern border who were a few years older had eaten voles.
Voles were edible, and they tasted quite good when made into soup.
"Here you go." Maromatha put a mouse skewer in Roland's hand. "Try it, it's really delicious."
Looking at the mouse on the wooden skewer, Roland swallowed. He was hesitating whether or not he should eat this thing when there was a sudden explosion in the distance.
Roland and Maromatha looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.
Then they saw a plume of black smoke floating up.
"It's over at the encampment." Roland put the skewer in Maromatha's hand. "Looks like something's wrong. I'll go help."
Then he flew, even a little like he was fleeing.
Maromatha burst out laughing.
She nibbled the mouse skewer in her hand, looking quite happy.
With Human Cannonball flying fast, Roland soon arrived above the encampment.
As soon as he stopped, he saw in the night, a huge golem pushing down the tall walls of the encampment with its hands.
Battle cries rang out in the encampment.
And behind the golem were at least two hundred spatial Mages.
As soon as Roland appeared, a dozen Dimensional Anchors appeared around him, directly freezing the space around him.
Spatial bubbles couldn't be used under the influence of Dimensional Anchors, and he couldn't fly for the time being.
Then more than a hundred ballistic spells were fired at him.
It looked like more than two hundred fireworks were chasing him.
"Sure enough, a sneak attack on the encampment."
Roland muttered and immediately deactivated Levitation.
His whole body fell, and when he was still more than ten meters from the ground, he immediately cast Levitation on himself again.
His weight became about the same as a feather. Roland landed lightly on the sand and was about to launch an attack when suddenly several ice spikes shot at him.
They were incredibly fast and hit his Magic Shield directly.
Because he was still in the state of Levitation at this time, his weight was extremely fast, and these ice spikes hit the Magic Shield and sent him flying nearly thirty meters before losing the impact.
Roland steadied himself on the sand again and looked at the person who had just cast the spell.
An old man had disguised his magic fluctuations and looked like a Master, hiding among the ordinary Mages.
If he hadn't launched an attack, Roland wouldn't have discovered this Legend at all.
Roland had seen this old man before, and although he didn't know his name, Roland had met him in a previous battle.
He knew how strong he was.
After a successful attack, this Legend old man flew out of the array and landed in front of Roland.
Then another old man also flew out of the array and in front of Roland.
The two of them blocked Roland's way.
"You two losers still dare to stand in front of me?" Roland said with a smile, "Without your Great Elder who can use Mage's Disjunction, you two are no match for me."
"We don't need to kill you." Greene was wearing a gray robe and had his hands in his sleeves. "This time we only need to hold you off for half an hour."
Roland raised his eyebrows. "I doubt you can't even hold me off for half an hour."
With that said, he was about to take out a magic brick from his Backpack to replenish his mana and prepare for Elemental Embodiment.
Then at this moment, the two Legendary old men took out scrolls at the same time.
They tore them apart expressionlessly.
A semitransparent barrier enveloped Roland.
Then the two of them kept tearing the scrolls, and one barrier after another followed.
The transparent barrier gradually thickened, and the originally transparent and clear barrier layer also gradually became blurred as the thickness increased.
The two Legends each brought at least twenty scrolls. After they were used up, Roland was almost indistinguishable in the barrier.
Although the elders of the Spatial Magic Tower weren't very good at fighting, they were researchers after all.
This kind of defensive barrier, as long as it was used against the enemy, was a prison spell.
After the scrolls were used up, the two Legends still didn't feel very relieved. They immediately began to cast spells, using their magic power to strengthen the defensive barrier again, as if to keep Roland locked in here for a long time.
Inside the barrier, Roland knocked on the thick layer of the barrier, feeling extremely speechless.
"Is this necessary?" Roland sighed. "I'm just a small fry, is it really necessary to use such exaggerated means against me?"
Roland actually knew that it wasn't up to him to say whether it was necessary or not, but a matter of what others thought.
The two Legends each cast more than twenty spells before they stopped.
At this time, the defensive barrier had turned bright yellow, and just by looking at the shape of the outside, it was clear the defensive capabilities of this barrier.
And in the encampment, most of the players were in a mess at this time.
The Spatial Magic Tower's attack began in the evening, and the intelligent golem took the lead, charging ahead and attracting most of the Golden Sons' attacks.
Then more than two hundred Mages followed and directly began to attack with spells, bombarding them wildly, showing no mercy at all.
They actually hated the Golden Sons to the core, because even now, they felt that their breath still stank of disgusting feces.
In the command center, Wright and a group of commanders ran out.
They looked at the intelligent golem that had already torn down half of the city wall, and they were all a little stunned.
"Logically, shouldn't the boss be waiting in one place for us to farm?" Wright was quite good. "Why did the intelligent golem come to our door on its own, and with a few deadweights?"
As he spoke, he suddenly saw the intelligent golem turn its head.
Two huge red beams of light shot out of its eyes, shining directly at Wright.
In just an instant, Wright and the commanders around him were turned into flying ash.
And the two beams of light continued to be reflected in the encampment.
In a short while, at least more than three hundred people were reduced to ashes.
Then the intelligent golem walked toward the city, trampling down and smashing all the buildings it could see wherever it went.
And the two hundred spatial Mages followed.
Their hands glowed red and green, and fireballs, curses, magic missiles, and other Trojan Horse spells were launched at the players around them in an overwhelming manner.
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