Mages Are Too OP

This remark made Ans's forehead straight, and even had great killing intent on Roland.

But he finally held back and sat back again. Once again, he looked at Roland seriously again.

He was guessing Roland's intentions, whether he wanted to threaten him to do things for him, or... After all, in the eyes of politicians, most people's actions have special intentions.

Roland wants to threaten himself, what does he want to do?

But as soon as he looked at it, he found the aura of his family on Roland. He was a little surprised: "Wait, you are actually a member of our elves? Aren't you the son of gold?"

"I'm the son of gold, yes. As for the elf blood, I don't know what happened."

Roland didn't want to speak out about the specialty of hybrids.

After all, it is estimated that only players can choose this feat, which is difficult to explain.

"It may be that your ancestors once combined with our elves." Ans said lightly.

He thinks that the Son of Gold can come to this world, which means that there is a way to go to the Son of Gold. For thousands of years, the elf slave trade has never been cut off, and it is not too strange that an elf woman is occasionally trafficked to another plane.

Now that he felt the aura of his family on Roland, Ans's expression softened a lot.

"So, what do you want with the blood of the mother tree?" Ans looked into Roland's eyes, trying to see if the other party was lying: "I want to hear the truth."

"Destroy the Druids, and the Arcane Windrunner." Roland paused. Seeing that Ans didn't have much reaction, he continued: "I want to transfer to one of these two professions."

Ans's expression was calm: "It seems that you have a certain understanding of these two professions, no wonder you want the blood of your mother."

Roland nodded with a smile: "I think it shouldn't be too difficult for you, an elven clan elder, to get the sap of the World Tree."

"But why should I help you? Just because you are part of our clan? But if you are willing to come back and swear under the mother tree to stay in the forest forever and serve the clan, I can help you find a way."

Roland took a sip of juice, he was thinking.

Now a new system interface pops up in his system window.

'The elf Ans is inviting you to join the elf clan:'

'agree! ’

'reject! ’

Roland thought for a while, then shook his head and said to Ans, "Sorry, I still feel like a human being."

The system interface flickered and disappeared.

Ans had a disappointed look on his face.

If there is one person in the elf clan who will not die and is quite talented, then there will be a person who can solve many troublesome things in the clan.

Some things that are quite dangerous, and even very likely to lose their lives, can be done by him.

Then it can also be used as an external deterrent.

Ans is very clear that now the elves are getting weaker and weaker. If it wasn't for the protection of the mother tree, the elves would have been wiped out by humans long ago.

It is also one of his wishes to find powerful combat power within the clan.

It's a pity that this golden son with elf blood is unwilling to join... But Ans is not discouraged. He is very clear that the idea of ​​a moment does not mean that he will be like this all his life, and it is possible to change.

Pull the wire now, there's always a chance to lobby him again.

"Well, since you don't want to come back, let's talk about business." Ans pondered for a while and said, "The blood of the mother tree is very precious. It's not that I can't get it, but it will cost a lot of money. So... ...what can you offer?"

"Our golden son has nothing but combat power. Besides, you elves are not interested in things like money." Roland thought for a while and said, "So I can only promise you that you will meet in the future. It's very troublesome, and it's not convenient for me to do it, I can help you. But there is a premise, it can't be an evil thing. "

The tragic situation of the Black Leaf player was imminent, and Roland didn't want to end up like that.

Ans pondered for a while and said, "Okay, you stay here for three days. If I don't come to you within three days, you will leave by yourself."

"You agree?" Roland was a little surprised. He didn't expect Ans to talk so well.

Ans stood up, chuckled softly, turned and left the hotel.

Walking in the town of Il, Ans was quite comforted by the lively scene here.

More than a hundred years ago, there was no Yier Town, that is, with his efforts, Yier Town was built.

This town has solved a lot of troubles for the elves, such as the salt and iron problem, and, for example, the intelligence problem.

Moreover, as a buffer between the elves and the outside world, many half-elves will contact the elves who are almost isolated from the world through the town of Il and return to the clan.

This shows that his political philosophy is right and the teacher is wrong.

Simply protecting one's own clansmen and stabbing all approaching races like a hedgehog is itself a way to kill.

But even so, the indirect killing of the master was still a scar that could not be healed in his heart.

Seeing the elves and humans living harmoniously in this small town, Ans smiled contentedly and left.

Roland stayed in the hotel and continued to study magic. Three days was not a long time.

But he didn't expect that on the second day, he encountered some small troubles.

Some nobles began to look for his ballast.

It's not a duel with him, or a way to make him look ugly. For example, give Roland ten gold coins and let Roland do a striptease or something.

If Roland had just entered the game, he might have thought about it when he was poor and white.

But now there are hundreds of gold coins piled up in the system backpack, he is short of this money?

Immediately, a magical whirlwind swept the little aristocrat out of the hotel and fell into the posture of a hungry dog ​​eating shit.

At the same time, I also know why there are so many little troubles coming to me.

It turned out that Susie was not convinced that she was being followed, so she let go. Whoever could embarrass Roland, she would sleep with anyone for the night.

She thought, no matter how powerful Roland was, he wouldn't dare to turn against so many nobles.

Strong network is her advantage. Since her strength is not enough, she will use her network to attack Roland.

Roland was speechless for a moment, then he slapped the table and stood up, went to Susie's manor, and teleported directly, ice ring, drowsiness...it didn't work.

He used the hands of the wizard to hold down Susie forcibly, then tied it with a rope, and hung it on the big tree outside Susie's manor.

He sat under the tree and took out a book to read, and beat anyone who dared to come to his rescue.

For a time, a group of young people in Il Town cried out for their parents and their mothers.

The elf sheriff came, and Susie, who saw that it was actually punishment, but her life was not in danger, shrugged, smiled at Roland again, and left again.

Susie was hanged for three days with nothing to eat and no water to drink.

The vitality of the professional is very tenacious, but even so, Susie almost lost her half-life.

At first, she scolded Roland angrily, struggling like a fish landing from time to time, but now she has been begging for mercy.

Then on the evening of the third day, Ans came.

He found Roland, looked at the weak and messy drow hanging on the branch, and smiled at Roland: "So you like this kind of gameplay, the women in our clan are very submissive, as long as you return to the clan, Finding a partner is such a trivial way of playing."