Teleportation, the most well-known signature skill of spatial Mages.
It was also Roland's favorite move.
Attack and defense, omnipotent.
Although he could no longer see, it was no problem to "blind-jump" about a hundred meters, a skill that only high-level spatial Mages dared to do.
If he failed, he would get stuck directly in an object, such as a tree or dirt.
The consequences would be dire.
But Roland dared … First, he had enough confidence in himself.
Second, even if he failed, he would just die once, and he could be resurrected anyway.
It was well known that the better the state of mind, the easier it was to succeed when doing dangerous moves or complex techniques.
Roland teleported this time, standing directly on the ground, and then a violent ring of Ice Blades spewed out.
The sound of ice freezing kept ringing.
In less than a second, the ground in a radius of sixty meters was frozen.
Then, there were two screams.
"When did he appear?"
"Teleportation, we've been fooled, he had a plan to kill us."
With two angry roars, Roland immediately saw the two frozen people.
Then he pointed with each hand, and two Prismatic Spray shot out from his fingertips at the same time and hit the two gray-robed men.
Prismatic Spray was only a level-three spell, but it did great damage, especially after Roland's little optimization, with a burst of magic resistance and penetration, it was Roland's usual single-target output method.
Unsurprisingly, they were lightly hit, and the two gray-robed men didn't even have time to scream before they were immediately blown into a cloud of dust and fell to the ground.
At this time, John Senior also discovered Roland, but he and the skeleton soldiers behind him were frozen in place, and could only croak and bare their teeth, but couldn't come over.
Roland glanced at him and waved his right hand lightly, and with his movement, a ball of holy light flew out, illuminating the surrounding objects.
John Senior and a dozen or so skeleton soldiers, approached by this ball of light, were like flying snow encountering the blazing sun, instantly turning into flying ash and then being blown away by the surrounding forest wind.
At this time, two gray-robed men rushed back, one of them jumping in the treetops, throwing down throwing knives.
The dagger was fast and swift at Roland's critical parts. It was barely visible when it hit the latter's Magic Shield and bounced off.
The other gray-robed man roared, "God of War, grant me strength!" Then, a strange spiritual energy fanned out and swept across Roland's body.
This mental power was blocked by the Magic Shield and did not have any effect. Then, with a swoosh, the gray-robed man charged over, his two-handed broadsword using the speed of Charge to rush forward.
Very, very fast.
However, the two-handed sword hit the magic shield with a clang, and the Warrior wearing a wolf mask was forced to stop his charge.
Roland pursed his lips … This was the benefit of modifying the Magic Shield and linking it to the amount of magic.
As long as he had enough magic, unless it was a spatial attack, no one would be able to break the shield before he ran out of mana.
Even with the mask on, one could see that the soldier's eyes were wide open, revealing a horrified expression.
Under normal circumstances, even if a Warrior's Charge could not break a Magician's shield, it could still send them flying.
But what did he hit … a city wall?
Roland snapped his fingers, and four Hands of Magic descended from the sky, grabbed the Warrior's limbs, and pressed him to the ground.
The Warrior struggled desperately. His strength might be able to break free from one Hand of Magic, but he really couldn't do anything about four at the same time.
He caught a captive.
Then Roland looked at the gray-robed man who was still jumping in the treetops.
This man was quite agile. He moved horizontally above Roland's head, relying on the treetops to keep jumping, not letting Roland lock on to him, while throwing throwing daggers.
Finally, he took out a crossbow and pointed it at Roland's head.
Very accurate.
If it weren't for the Magic Shield, it would have been a headshot.
But Roland only watched for a moment before his mental power surged out, forming a huge shock wave that directly blew away the treetops above his head.
Since point damage can't be accurate, I'll use area damage.
A possible tsunami of mental power broke through the treetops above his head, forming a huge hole.
This gray-robed man, who was suspected to be a hunter, spat out a stream of black blood as a large number of broken branches and leaves were knocked away, sprinkling down like rain.
Two more!
Roland then looked around and was immediately slightly stunned. It turned out that he found two figures who had fled into the distance.
Should I chase them?
If I use Teleportation, I can definitely catch up with one, but I already have a captive … Roland looked at the gray-robed man on the ground who was roaring and struggling with all his might and smiled.
"All right, your companion has escaped and abandoned you. What are you still struggling for?"
Hearing this, the gray-robed man quieted down and looked at Roland strangely.
He seemed a little smug.
Roland half squatted down and asked, "Can you tell me who you are? Maybe I can let you go. "
"Idiot!"
The gray-robed man chuckled, then his head tilted, and his eyes lost their brilliance.
Huh?
In Roland's perception, this man's mental consciousness instantly disappeared.
That's not right … When a normal human died, the mind would go through a process from strong to weak before finally completely disappearing.
Perhaps people's vitality was different, and this process could be long or short, but it had to be there.
It couldn't be like a bubble, popping and disappearing.
Roland conjured a small Hand of Magic and took off the man's white wolf mask from a distance, then saw a pale, gray, defeated face.
A dead man?
Roland immediately stripped the man of his clothes … He found that although his body was well preserved, there were already livor mortis spots on his body.
He died long ago?
A lich substitute?
No, no … Roland found it unbelievable. Normally, a lich's substitute could only use spells, and it was impossible for it to use Warrior skills.
Roland narrowed his eyes for a moment, then walked to another body, the one that he had sprayed high into the air with his mental power. It fell on the grass in the distance, almost turned into meat paste.
Walking to the side of this body, Roland found that there was a pool of black blood nearby.
A person who had just died couldn't be in this state.
Another body that had been dead for a long time.
A body that could use Hunter skills? This was definitely not a normal resurrection of the dead.
Because a resurrected body couldn't talk even if it retained the skills it had when it was alive.
Just like Old John's body, it could only howl.
But in any case, this matter must be directly related to the dark Mages or liches who played with the bodies.
But he didn't seem to have ever provoked them.
Roland was puzzled, then he snapped his fingers and teleported back to Delpon.
He found Vivian and Christina, told them what had just happened, and told them to be careful. Then he went to the Guild of Mercenaries and issued a quest for them to find the organization wearing the wolf mask.
Then he teleported to the Red Magic Tower and found Alfred.
He also told the man about this and then asked him about the liches.
After hearing Roland's words, Alfred sighed helplessly. "I don't have much of a clue about this, because the dark Mages and liches are very secretive and hard to find."
"Logically, dark magic is also a spell, right? They're not under the jurisdiction of certain Magic Towers?" asked Roland.
Alfred smiled helplessly. "It's said that two or three hundred years ago, dark magic was also divided into two schools, one controlled by the transmutation school, and the other by the summoning school."
"The differences that arose later?"
"Yes, because dark curses, although transmutation, are extremely powerful and vicious, and are taboo." Alfred opened a drawer, took out a slightly old book from it, and continued, "Then the summoning apprentices also felt that necromancy spells were too evil, so they wanted to ban Mages from learning them. But spells are spells, and some people are good at them, so how could they not learn them? "
"So they eventually ran away and then banded together to form a school of dark magic?"
"That's pretty much what you said." Alfred pushed the book in front of Roland. "This book was written when I was young, and it contains a lot of cold knowledge about the world of magic, as well as some secrets that very few people know. You can read it, but don't spread it."
Roland picked up the book and said, "I understand."
Alfred smiled and said, "You've recently invented sugar-making, very good, keep working hard."
"Thank you." Roland smiled and said, "It's all thanks to the chairman's guidance."
"Don't flatter me." Alfred waved his hand. "You should have a son with Stephanie soon and leave a legitimate heir for the Fareins royal family. That's the right thing to do."
Roland rolled his eyes, ignored the old pervert, and simply turned to leave.
Then, he went to Stephanie's territory, put away a few magic bricks in the underground cavern, and after making a few more solar systems, he teleported back to Delpon, dragging his body, which was almost drained of magic power.
It didn't take that long to accumulate magic power in half a day, but because of Vivian's "disturbance," the speed of magic power recovery was greatly affected.
After the magic power was accumulated, he went to a certain deep mountain forest, found the Summoned Creature Association that was under construction, and built a long-distance teleportation array for them.
He only teleported to Wetland City.
When he was done, Roland was resting when the game server went down.
The world turned black and white as usual.
Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin and washed up in high spirits.
Now his body was getting stronger and more energetic.
Even a little too energetic, and he always wanted to find a girl to vent.
It seemed that the body in the game was indeed not connected to the body in reality.
This wasn't good. If he was too energetic, the efficiency of absorbing energy when he went to meditate later would be reduced … Wait!
As he thought this, Roland suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He suddenly remembered a spell he learned in the Transmutation Magic Tower.
Essence to Magic!
If this skill could be used in reality … wouldn't he not need to specifically find energy points to absorb?
This was a good idea.
Roland's eyes sparkled.
They looked like titanium dog eyes.
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