Mages Are Too OP

One is an old man in his twilight years, covered in blood.

One is a young man with a whole body and tender flesh.

Roland has read a lot of books on religion, of course, most of them are gossip. I heard that the priest of a certain religious religion especially likes little boys. And Roland felt that his current character was only seventeen years old. Could it be that in the eyes of the old man, he was also a little boy?

Thinking of this, he felt the pain in the back of the teeth, and then he became alert and jumped back. There was a sacrificial altar between the two, and there were obstacles, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

It may be because the time limit for the negative effects of resurrection has passed. Roland felt a lot more comfortable. He blocked his vital part with one hand, and then looked at the other party with burning eyes.

In the real world, when he encounters such an old man, he is completely true. As long as the other party dares to act a little wrong, he will directly beat the other party to the ground. But now he is in a fairly realistic game, and the opponent is a priest of the Temple of Life.

Unlike the potbellied priest in reality, who cares for little boys all day long, he doesn't know how to order spells in the game, and who dares to call himself a priest.

Seeing the wary eyes of the young man on the opposite side, Falken smiled slightly at him. Perhaps his calm temperament played a role. The young man on the opposite side looked much better. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Falken raised his hand and pointed to the opposite side. Youth's forehead.

Roland had put down some of his guards, but he didn't expect the other party to cast magic if they didn't agree, and saw a green ball of light attacking him. The speed was not very fast. Roland hurriedly avoided the side, but the ball of light had a certain amount of energy. The tracking ability, turned a corner, hit Roland's forehead, and then deformed like jelly, seeping into the skin, through the skull, and into the brain.

Roland thought that the other party was going to kill him. After all, the player was killed by the NPC. feel it.

"Young man, you should be able to understand me now."

A gentle voice came from the opposite side. This is not any language that Roland knows, but at this time he can understand the meaning of the other party.

Roland was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He stroked his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if the old pastor on the opposite side didn't have that hobby, Roland didn't like showing his body naked. He quickly found the option of 'pick up the remains' in the system prompt, and then clicked to confirm.

Roland's previous headless body turned into countless small white squares in just a few seconds, pulled into a beautiful ribbon of light, flew to Roland's body, and melted into his body, while those splashed around. The brains and blood turned into smaller shavings and flew into his body.

This kind of situation is very beautiful, not only that, the whole church has returned to its original appearance, and the blood and brains on Falken's clothes have disappeared without a trace.

The whole environment suddenly changed from a spooky slaughterhouse to the original peaceful and peaceful chapel.

Roland's consciousness received a prompt from the system: You recovered your 'corpse' and retrieved 50% of the character's experience points lost due to death. The retrieved value is: 0.

As soon as Roland was "born", his head was blown back by the magic power, and he didn't get any character experience points at all, so naturally it was impossible to get back any character experience points.

When all these white light-spot squares returned to Roland's body, he had an extra set of clothes on his body, which was the taupe-brown sackcloth he was wearing in front.

With the clothes on, Roland let go of his empty heart. He nodded and said hello to the other party: "Old man, I'm sorry to bother you, how long does this language proficiency magic last?"

"About three hours." Falcon's voice was weak and hoarse. He felt that the other party should be the son of gold mentioned in the oracle, and he didn't run away: "If I was young, I could keep it for more than five hours. ."

Most old people like to miss their great achievements when they were young. Although this old man is a priest and an NPC, he is no exception. Roland smiled in his heart, but said in a normal way: "My name is Roland, what is your name, old man?"

"Falken!"

After saying his name, Falken looked up and down at the young man with his old eyes. Judging from the conversation and behavior just now, the other party doesn't seem to know any etiquette, but there is a strange trait in him, which makes people feel that the other party is talking like this, and there is no impolite element in it.

Although Falcon is a priest and an old man, he also worked as a mercenary for two years when he was young. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is not only a high-ranking professional, but also a priest who saves the world. But in essence, Falcon is still only a slightly superior human being. Since he settled here, he has lost his source of intelligence.

In many cases, intelligence is not just intelligence, it can also become a kind of knowledge.

Losing information and staying in a small town is actually a disguised loss of the source of knowledge. Falcon is very clear that in the past few decades, he has not made any progress at all, but has regressed a lot.

But he doesn't regret it, pinning the glory of the goddess in this town is what he is most proud of.

The golden son in front of him, although he looks good and talks well, but who knows what's going on in his heart. However, if the other party can be resurrected from the goddess's sacrificial platform, he should be closer to the goddess.

"Your Excellency Roland, you should be the son of gold, right?" Falcon asked cautiously, before he understood the heart of this young man, it was better to be cautious in everything: "A few days ago, the goddess sent an oracle, saying that you Will come to this world from the outer plane and live with us."

It turns out that in the game, is the player set like this? Roland felt a little novel... In most games, players are set as saviors, or other powerful special characters, but it is the first time that they are regarded as an alien race.

But think about it, 500,000 players... There can't be 500,000 saviors.

Roland nodded: "I should be the son of gold you said, and it is indeed from the outer plane... old man, can I ask a question?"

Falcon smiled and said, "Please speak."

"Where is this?" Roland looked around: "I know this is the church of the Goddess of Life, but what I want to know is where it is now."

Falcon turned and pushed open the wooden door. The morning sunlight poured into the church like orange water, bright and warm.

He was bathed in sunlight, as if there was an aperture on his body, and turned to smile at Roland.

"Welcome to Red Earth Town!"