After that, Grimm teleported away.
The other Legendary Mage also glared at Roland viciously and immediately teleported away.
There was no point in fighting Roland without being able to restrain him.
Elemental Incarnation was too disgusting.
Besides, they knew that Roland had special ways to replenish his magic power. Even if they used Mage's Disjunction to temporarily remove the magic power in his body and the area around him, it wouldn't be of much help.
After all, the Great Elder had also used Mage's Disjunction against Roland, but it didn't mean much because the latter could be resurrected, and when he was surrounded by six people and had nowhere to retreat, he still blew himself up and killed Oepmop.
The two Legendary Mages were rather fearful of this person's "madness."
Previously, five of them had been unable to take him down. Now, there were only two of them … It was practically impossible for them to deal with Roland.
It was a very simple logic, so the two of them left without hesitation.
They had a backup plan that they didn't want to use.
Roland heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the two Legendary Mages leave.
In fact, he had broken through more than thirty layers of enchantments in a row, and his spiritual power was almost depleted.
Of course, he still had the strength to transform into Elemental Incarnation. It was just that in a situation where his mental strength was exhausted, transforming into Elemental Incarnation would be very easy to lose control.
Just like the first time he used Elemental Incarnation, he had a brief moment of losing control.
His mind and soul were unable to control such a powerful 'body'.
If the berserk Elemental Incarnation accidentally entered the encampment, it would probably start killing even the players.
If he was not careful, his name would become red.
It was better not to do this.
Roland looked around. He snapped his fingers, and the ground cracked open. Then, he jumped in, closed the ground, and began to rest.
The situation at the players' encampment, whether good or bad, was out of his hands for the time being.
The exhaustion of mental strength was not the same as the exhaustion of magic power. For the time being, there was no way to replenish it, so he could only rest slowly.
Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and soon found the battle report from the base.
The players inside the base had almost been "cleared" by the Spatial Magic Tower, and only a small number of players were still desperately running, playing hide-and-seek with the enemy, gritting their teeth and holding on.
They were either Hunters with high Agility or Thieves or Assassins who were good with crossbows.
In fact, if they wanted to escape, they could also escape.
However, they just didn't want to escape. They just wanted to shoot arrows from afar to annoy the other party.
In fact, the people of the Spatial Magic Tower were disgusted by them too.
It was already guerrilla warfare, and the intelligent golem was no longer of much use in such an environment.
In an open environment, facing an extremely large number of enemies, a single punch or kick from it could take away a large number of lives.
However, in this kind of 'city' with buildings everywhere, its huge body became a disadvantage.
It was a little difficult to hit an enemy that was relatively 'small' to him.
As for the remaining players, there were less than a hundred of them, and they were the super combat elites among the more than 4,000 players.
He had an astonishing awareness of small-scale battles.
After releasing the arrow, it immediately moved quickly. Moreover, the way it moved was quite strange and untraceable.
Under their restraint and harassment, more than two hundred Spatial Tower Magicians were tired of dealing with them. More than thirty people had already been hit by arrows.
Moreover, these arrows were all coated with poison.
Although many people knew Detoxification and Healing Spells.
The injured could be quickly treated, but a temporary state of weakness was unavoidable.
On the battlefield, the scariest thing was to have a comrade who was injured and unable to move.
This was because such an injured person needed at least two teammates to take care of him.
So more than thirty people were injured, and together with the help of more than sixty Mages, this reduced the combat power of more than two hundred Mages to about half.
Damn it!
The Legendary Mage Pylos, who was mixed in the crowd, was furious.
It was clear that their night attack had succeeded, that they had won a huge victory.
But why was the situation now that they were in a bitter battle?!
And the situation was getting more and more dangerous.
He looked left and right with a gloomy face, then there was a scream on his left, and another Mage was shot in the waist and kidney.
The wounded covered his wound, black blood flowing out, and soon a large patch of his clothes was blackened.
Immediately, someone came up and treated the wounded, helping him pull out the arrowhead.
The black body of the arrow, the green tip!
There were also subtle white magic lines on it.
Magic Slaying Arrow!
Even this kind of thing was used.
"What the hell are we fighting?" Pylos's body was a little cold as he muttered to himself, "We're having such a hard time even fighting five thousand Golden Sons. If we really get to a land without magic, can we face the attacks of hundreds of millions, or even billions of Golden Sons?"
The more he thought about it, the colder he felt.
At this moment, a companion descended from the air. It was Greene, who walked up to Pylos and said with a twisted face, "We failed, let's retreat first."
"Why did we fail?" Pylos asked, puzzled.
"Roland has an amazing learning ability." Greene's expression was extremely envious and jealous. "He was actually able to analyze the spell Prison in a few minutes and find a way to destroy it."
"Are you kidding?" Pylos roared, his eyes wide. "That's a level-five spell, even for us it takes a certain amount of time to learn. Roland can actually analyze a level-five spell in battle, is he the illegitimate child of the Goddess of Magic? "
"You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?"
Greene's expression was bitter. The fact that they could become Legends meant that they were also very talented people. But now, a true genius much more powerful than them had appeared in front of them, and they were enemies, so it was no wonder that they were sour all over.
"You guys failed to take care of Roland, and things have become difficult." Pylos looked around at the Mages whose morale had been greatly reduced. "We should withdraw."
Only then did Greene realize that their Mage squad seemed to have suffered some serious losses. "How did it end up like this?"
"The Golden Sons are valiant and unafraid of death." Pylos' face was illuminated by the magic light in the distance, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, "They are even worse than the lunatics of the Demon Realm. Compared to them, the creatures of the Demon Realm are not even a fart."
Greene looked at him doubtfully.
"You didn't fight them head-on, and you only watched them fight the golems from the city walls before, so you don't have an intuitive impression." Pylos looked up at the black sky. "Only those who have fought them head-on understand how terrifying these people are."
"We clearly have the advantage, so why do you think this way?" Greene reprimanded. "You're an elder and a mentor. If even you are like this, no wonder their morale is low."
As if to prove Pylos's words, a Rogue player lost his footing and accidentally fell from the roof while vaulting over the walls.
Although he didn't fall to his death, his legs were broken and he was crawling on the ground.
A group of Mages immediately rushed over and surrounded him.
Their eyes burned as they looked at him.
In the eyes of the Spatial Tower Mages, this Golden Son was fearless even though he was surrounded.
He even smiled slightly smugly and said, "If there had been a haystack on the ground, I wouldn't have fallen so badly."
Looking at his smile, the originally aggressive Magicians of the Spatial Tower all felt their scalps go numb, and even felt a little scared.
This Golden Son fell miserably. How miserably?
The bones of his calves pierced out from his kneecaps, and on the sharp bone stubs were strands of torn flesh.
The Golden Son's face was pale, a ghastly pale.
But he didn't seem to feel the pain. He used his hands to prop his upper body up and sat on the ground.
"I'm a little afraid of the word suicide. Friends, can you give me a quick death!"
As he spoke, he voluntarily handed over his dagger.
The dagger glowed faintly green and was clearly coated with poison.
Then he smiled again.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a cloud of bloody foam gushed out of it.
Presumably, falling from a high place not only broke his feet but also destroyed his heart and lungs, but because of the strong vitality of a professional, he didn't die.
It was estimated that he could live for at least ten minutes to about half an hour.
The group of Spatial Mages surrounding him retreated in unison.
Madman!
How could he laugh with such a serious injury?
Even if he could be resurrected, the pain before death shouldn't be something that ordinary people could endure.
"Don't dare?" The Golden Son's voice began to become hoarse, a sign that his lungs were starting to run out of oxygen. "Coward, sure enough, you have to do it yourself."
After saying that, the Golden Son held a dagger upside down, pointed it at his left eye, and stabbed it hard.
Puff.
The dagger, about fifteen centimeters long, almost completely sank into the pupil.
A stream of blood spurted out of the eye.
The dozen or so Spatial Mages all took another step back.
Someone's body began to tremble.
Even so, this Golden Son still wasn't really dead. He actually still had the strength to grab the dagger and twist it hard.
The blade minced his pupil and brain into mush.
Another arrow of blood spurted out, along with a small half of the shattered eyeball and a large amount of white brain matter.
Only then did this Golden Son truly die.
His body leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.
Even now, a peculiar smile remained at the corner of his mouth.
One corner of his mouth was curled up, very much like a √.
In the arrogance, there was a disgusting smugness.
"See, this is the enemy we face," Pylos said weakly. Pylos said weakly, "No matter how weak they are, it's impossible for us to truly defeat them. Besides, soon they will resurrect and come to us again. You may not be afraid, but what about them? "
Pylos pointed to the Spatial Tower Mages around him.
Greene's heart was also creeped out. After all, the Golden Son's movements were too terrifying and disgusting.
"Then retreat." Greene gritted his teeth and said, "Let's retreat to Tebesia first. With the defensive magic array, they can't do anything to us for now."
At this moment, Pylos suddenly looked around and said with a bitter smile, "It seems too late."
At some point, many figures appeared in the dark sky outside the encampment, surrounding the entire encampment.
Moreover, they had clearly set up a formation.
"Our plan was wrong from the beginning." Pylos laughed, seemingly with some desperation. "These Golden Sons are not afraid of pain, nor are they afraid of death. We kill them a hundred times, and they will rise again and then find another opportunity to settle the score with us."
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