The open balcony where O 'Neal stood was large and built high.
Standing here, he could almost see the entire Wetland City in his eyes.
Roland stood next to him and asked, "Are you afraid that I'll get in the way, or are you afraid that I'll … steal your kills?"
O 'Neal smiled. He handed Roland a glass of wine from the table next to him and said, "Try it."
Hmm?
Although a little puzzled, Roland took a sip.
It tasted good, better than any wine he had ever had before, and after the wine went down, the faint aroma of grapes still lingered in his mouth.
"This is made by us players ourselves." O 'Neal continued, "This wine has been sold from Wetland City to the outside world, and even merchants from Urganda have rushed over just to ship the wine away."
Roland was still a little puzzled. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Do you know how many famous specialties there are in Wetland City now?" asked O 'Neal.
Roland frowned but still shook his head.
"This shows that you're not down to earth … so that's why we don't want you to intervene," said O 'Neal. "You're already sitting high above the clouds, pulling the distance between us to a point where even your taillights can't be seen. Although we're all Legends, we're not the same. If you and I are both commodities, then we're standard mass-produced assembly line cheap goods, and you're a special product with all kinds of high-end features attached. For example, the difference between a Wuling Hongguang and a handmade Lamborghini. "
Roland couldn't help but say, "What does this have to do with you guys wanting to slay the gods?"
"We don't want someone outside the specifications to come in," said O 'Neal indifferently. "We want to test our strength, test our ideals, and see if we can achieve the goal of slaying the gods. But if you come, you can kill the divine clone yourself, so what do you need us for? "
Roland now completely understood.
He was too strong, and the other party didn't want to take him along.
What was this … Generally speaking, didn't they not take rookies?
Was it wrong for him to be too strong?
In fact, Roland didn't want to participate either, but the other party's attitude of not taking him along was a little depressing.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Are the gods you want to deal with life, magic, or death?"
"I can't say."
"Then I have to watch from the side." Roland smiled. "You should understand why."
After a moment of silence, O 'Neal said, "You don't trust us!"
"It's you who doesn't trust me." Roland said casually, "As I said, life, magic, and death, as long as it's not the three of them, I don't care about anyone else."
"I promise it's not the three of them," O 'Neal said seriously, "so you don't need to intervene."
"In addition, there is light." Roland thought for a moment and said, "Although I don't know the Goddess of Light, she is my brother Schuck's immediate boss, and they are very close. If she is involved, my brother will definitely fight with you. At that time, I will definitely help my brother. "
O 'Neal was relieved. "Don't worry, it's not Light either."
"So that's it?" Roland asked, raising his eyebrows.
O 'Neal poured another glass of fruit wine for Roland and another for himself.
Then, he finished his cup and said, "Thank you for being willing to give me face."
"You're welcome. You've helped me a lot in the past."
This was indeed not a lie. In the past five years, O 'Neal had helped Roland perfect a lot of data on magic nodes.
"To a friendship that can last!"
"Cheers!"
Both of them smiled, but both Roland and O 'Neal knew that their friendship and relationship had begun to grow distant.
Since Roland built the floating city … since O 'Neal and the others were unwilling to let Roland slay the gods, or rather, since Roland was unwilling to reveal the secret of the floating city.
It was destined that the two would become distant.
Or rather, the two weren't too familiar with each other to begin with.
Leaving the player-established Association of Mages, Roland went to talk to Betta.
Then he teleported to the floating city. At this time, on the surface of the floating city, there was only a lonely square rock house, which Roland had temporarily made with Mud to Stone.
Then, he posted a post on the forum, hoping that a team in infrastructure and real estate could help him design the planning and layout of the floating city and discuss the specifics in person.
In less than three minutes, a dozen messages were sent to him with their qualifications.
Roland used the Internet to investigate these groups and felt that none of them were very reliable.
It wasn't that they weren't capable enough.
The other party was capable enough, but they all tended to think in terms of business rules.
They were just better at how to make buildings look good and make the layout beautiful and aesthetically pleasing.
What Roland asked for … was something further.
Practicality, seismic resistance, neighborhood convenience, and firmness all had to be considered. This was a floating city, a weapon that would definitely be used in battle in the future, so how could the building not be made sturdier?
After browsing and not finding a team that he liked, he studied magic and then went offline.
As a result, as soon as he went offline and climbed out of the virtual cabin, before he even washed his face, someone knocked on the door.
Roland opened it and found that it was the head of the base.
With dark circles under his eyes, he said helplessly, "If you want to do the planning of the floating city, why do you have to find outsiders? Can't we do it ourselves?"
Roland froze for a moment.
"Do you think that our base was built by outsiders?" The head said angrily. "We also have our own construction team, and they're absolutely professional."
That's right … even this underground base that was like a medium-sized city, they did a good job, so how could the layout of a mere floating city not be done?
Then the two of them didn't even eat breakfast and immediately went over to the logistics security room.
Although Roland was already a celebrity in the entire base, entering and exiting the security room still required permission from the head of the base, and he had to talk to the section chief of the logistics security room about it.
After learning of Roland's intentions, the section chief of the security room nodded and said, "It's okay, we're all colleagues, and there's no problem in helping you, but can I make a small request?"
"Please go ahead." Roland didn't agree right away.
"Can you privately give me some of your department's purified stock solution? I don't need too much, just thirty grams will do." The section chief adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking very embarrassed.
Roland looked at the other party and found that the other party's skin was dry and even a little dark.
More importantly, the other party had heavy dark circles under his eyes.
"You've never used the stock solution?"
After analysis by the big shots of the materials department, the base was now able to mass-produce this life-prolonging stock solution on a small scale.
Almost everyone in the base could receive about a hundred grams every month.
After drinking it, one wouldn't dare to say that their lifespan would skyrocket by a few decades, but at least their body would be much healthier.
And looking at the section chief of the logistics department, it was obvious that he hadn't used the stock solution.
"No, it was all used on my father-in-law." The section chief smiled, the middle-aged man's helplessness at wanting to work hard but his body wouldn't allow it seeped into this faint smile. "He's not in good health and has liver problems. He can last a few more years with the stock solution, so I gave it all to him. If there was more of the stock solution, he would probably be cured, so I've already applied to my superiors, but since you, Director Huang, are here, things will be much easier. "
A hundred grams of the stock solution … wasn't much.
Their department was "wasting" kilogram by kilogram every day.
There was nothing they could do about it. If they wanted to achieve results in their research, they had to be willing to use the materials.
They had to use it desperately.
Besides, Roland was using his special consumption privileges, so as long as the consumption wasn't excessive, no one would care.
After all, this thing had a lot to do with him.
"Okay." Roland nodded, then gave the other party the approximate current volume of the floating city and the floor plan.
These data were all measured by his mental power, and the error wouldn't exceed ten centimeters.
Getting what he wanted, the section chief said gratefully, "Don't worry, we'll give you the blueprints soon."
Sure enough, by evening, they had delivered the blueprints.
A very thick stack! There was also an oversized floor view of the city.
At the same time, a USB flash drive with the same information was delivered.
Seeing this USB flash drive, Roland was relieved. As a person who often used computers, he was no longer used to looking at blueprints and preferred to read documents on the computer.
At night, he copied the information on the USB flash drive into the virtual cabin and then entered the game.
Then he opened the information on the USB flash drive and spread out the white paper and pen and ink he had bought in front of his desk.
A small Hand of Magic, holding a quill, drew lines on the origami paper.
Using mental power to control the drawing skill of the Hand of Magic was much better than using his own hands.
In essence, this was the correct use of the Hand of Magic.
What Roland did earlier, where he created an enormous Hand of Magic and beat someone up, was evil and crooked.
The Hand of Magic drew lines and sketches steadily and quickly, and it took only a day for Roland to completely copy down the contents of the blueprints, and the numbers and fonts on them were all replaced with the language of Fareins.
He then flew the floating city to the capital of Fareins, went to see Stephanie, and asked her to help him find a reliable and quite good construction team.
Stephanie naturally agreed happily. In her opinion, the floating city also had a place for her to stay, and she had to do it perfectly.
To this end, she pushed out the group of people who had built the royal tombs for the royal family for generations.
These were all true masters of architecture and carving.
Then Roland went to the Association of Mages in Fareins and bought building materials from them.
The buildings on the floating city were, of course, built with the best materials.
These materials, of course, were most abundant in the Association of Mages.
Looking at Roland, whose entire body was emitting a misty green light, the Association of Mages showed surprising compliance.
Even the price of magic materials was discounted by fifty percent.
And it was guaranteed to be the best quality batch of materials.
At the same time, during the discussion with Roland, they smiled charmingly the whole time, just short of asking, "Almighty, do you feel comfortable if I lick you like this?"
It was no wonder they were like this.
Mages knew Mages best … The terrifying source of magic power in the air made their scalps tingle all the time.
With the manpower taken care of and the materials taken care of, it was naturally time to get to work.
Roland built some simple magic arrays to transport staff and materials, as well as logistical resources.
For example, food and so on.
To be able to build a house on the floating city was a rare experience and honor for these top architects and carvers.
So they took their work quite seriously.
Time passed day by day, and not long after many of the foundations on the top level of the floating city were laid, Roland was thinking of ways to make the built-in Magic Grid Core of the floating city a little larger, when he suddenly felt a powerful divine power descending from the sky from the far east.
"Someone has descended." Roland stood up and looked in the direction of the divine power. "Is that the Elf Forest?"
The Elf Goddess?
Roland froze for a moment, then understood the goal of O 'Neal and the others.
A neutral god.
Neither evil nor good.
In fact, this was only relatively speaking. For the elves, the Elf Goddess was certainly a good god.
But for humans, that was all.
She wouldn't come to invade the human world, but she wouldn't have any good intentions toward the human world either.
This was neutrality in the eyes of humans.
"It's indeed a good target." Roland nodded.
The vast majority of the players were from the human camp, and if they killed the clone of the Elf Goddess, there wouldn't be much of a problem.
At most, their names would be red for a dozen days or a month, and they wouldn't reach the level of black leaves.
Besides, the combat power of the Elf Goddess ranked in the middle among the gods, neither strong nor weak.
It was really a benchmark to test the strength of the players.
Not long after the clone of the Elf Goddess landed on the main plane, about half an hour later, there were suddenly a lot of individual fluctuations of special power.
If the clone of the Elf Goddess was as obvious as the bright moon in the night sky.
Then these individuals of special power were the stars next to the bright moon.
They densely surrounded the moon.
There had to be a fight!
Roland thought about it and, after putting all the construction workers on the floating city on the ground, he flew the huge floating city up into the sky and then headed all the way east. It took more than three hours to fly from the capital of Fareins to the edge of the Elf Forest.
Since the people being attacked weren't the three of life, magic, or death, Roland had no intention of participating in the battle.
But the show had to be watched.
At an altitude of nearly eight thousand meters, Roland stood on the edge of the floating city, looking down at the very center of the Elf Forest.
There had been very high railings built here, and the average person wouldn't fall as long as they didn't court death.
Besides, Roland could fly, so it was fine to fall.
Because the distance was too far, and there was a huge purple World Tree in the center of the Elf Forest, blocking the view, it was impossible to see what was going on in the Elf Forest.
However, the occasional magic lightning could be seen, indicating that the battle inside was already very fierce.
This wasn't a problem for Roland.
He casually dropped dozens of small magic spiders.
These things were so light that when they fell from the air, they were no different from a piece of paper, and they wouldn't fall to their deaths at all.
After most of the spiders landed in the forest, they sent valuable images of their surroundings to Roland.
The magic spiders' communication distance was limited, but with the support of the huge magic core energy of the floating city, their communication distance reached an astonishing fifteen kilometers or so.
Then Roland mobilized his willpower and gathered the surrounding white clouds.
The floating city was wrapped up tightly.
As soon as Roland gathered all the white clouds, he saw the huge purple World Tree, emitting an astonishing purple magic light.
A powerful mental power was expanding and surging. It gradually became active.
"Demigod …" Roland froze. "Is this the World Tree about to wake up?"
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