Mages Are Too OP

Xisha was in a good mood, even driving a little faster.

Back at the Sword Art Museum, Roland helped unload a few packets of bamboo chips, refused Qi Shaoqiu's invitation to have lunch here, and then rode a shared bicycle home.

Qi Shaoqiu looked at his sister and asked strangely, "I went out for a walk with the person I like, and my mood is different?"

Xisha blushed slightly and turned around to ignore his brother.

And Qi Shaoqiu felt a little sad, and couldn't even keep the dead fish-eye expression unique to hermit masters.

Roland returned home, opened the official game homepage again, and found that the official announcement had indeed been released.

As he expected, the official simply ignored the reports of some bullshit players.

The game official even wrote these paragraphs directly in the announcement.

'Player Roland's behavior in the game conforms to the rules of the game. To reiterate, all behaviors conform to the rules of the game. This game world is open, there is no fixed process, all roads lead to Rome, players can use various methods to achieve the task requirements set by the game system for you, as long as there are abilities, methods, or skills in the game. Can. A normal game player, we can't sanction him. In addition, some players clamored to withdraw if they didn't sanction Roland. When we heard this, we were very cold, sad, and aggrieved... but this is actually a lie! We are not cold-hearted at all, but want to laugh a little bit. If you want to retire, we will send someone to send a car to recycle the game cabin. It's the same sentence: Recycle at the original price! Then sell it to potential players willing to pay a premium and wait. "

This sentence can be said to be extremely arrogant and domineering.

Roland had long expected a similar reply from the official, but when he saw such a passage with his own eyes, his heart was relieved.

After all, this society pays attention to distribution according to trouble, and whoever cries hard has privileges.

The official behavior of the game suddenly made him a fan.

And the game forum is even more turned upside down.

"The most showy official speech in history, directly attacking players, unprecedented".

Is the game official a mentally retarded? Offending several large guild groups for one player? 》

"Sit and wait for the game official to eat that paragraph back"

"Although I don't agree with the behavior of threatening to retreat, it is too much for the official to directly attack the player"

Posts like this one are refreshed and a lot of votes come out.

There are also some rational players posting, but they are all drowned in this posting frenzy.

The number of postings is simply terrifying.

Roland felt that something was wrong, and this atmosphere gave him a feeling that the storm was about to come.

At this time, the phone rang, and the caller number was eleven zeros.

Roland took a deep breath, he knew who it was.

The call was connected, and Ma Huajun's voice rang in the receiver: "Roland, don't be nervous, don't be afraid, we are on your side in this matter, all you have to do is to take a good rest, don't worry about anything, have a good night's sleep. Continue the game."

Roland originally wanted to ask what was going on, but when he heard this, he immediately swallowed the words.

Then the call was hung up. Hearing the beep of the busy tone, Roland smiled helplessly, then went to have lunch with his parents, sat and rested for a while, and then took a nap.

On the opposite side of the distant coast, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes shouted: "Post it all for me, send it hard, use automatic software, paste and copy, you can reply 0.2 bald eagle yuan on a forum, the more you work, the more you get. , remember the main points of the reply, be sure to say that they do things unscrupulously, do not serve the players at all, and regard the players as gods. At the same time, guide netizens to coax and rhythm, and let the game company transfer the development and monitoring rights of the game to the public. Within sight, guide them to say something like 'the public must have the right to know, especially this kind of black technology that crosses the era'."

Around this middle-aged man, there are many black-haired and yellow-skinned people working hard on the computer in front of the monitor, all of them big men.

Similar situations are taking place in hidden locations in many countries.

Of course, such a thing has nothing to do with Roland. After he took a nap, he woke up and found that the official game forum had actually collapsed.

Penguin's server is now the strongest in the world... Blade servers, many game companies in many countries have, but there are as many as Penguin, but there are no more. Penguin owns more blade servers than all other gaming companies combined.

Even a server of this size has collapsed, and it is conceivable how much data attack the entire Penguin company has suffered.

But since the game official made a special call, Roland was too lazy to deal with it.

He thought about it, it was only about three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was far from ten o'clock in the evening, so he called Shuke.

Shuke also seemed to have just woken up, and his voice was weak: "You are too famous now, come to the old place."

I'm an old friend, so I don't need to say anything. Roland hung up the phone directly and rode to the cold drink bar.

Both Shuke and Beta are in the box. Others work and take care of their children, so they don't have time to come.

Now the three of them are the most free.

Shuke doesn't need to work at all. He is now a little white face raised by his wife and the head of the family who has the right to speak.

Beta hasn't started school yet.

Roland sat down, grabbed a cantaloupe and ate it

Shuke tutted: "Even the official has spoken for you. It's amazing. Is this the second time?"

Beta nodded aside: "It's the second time."

Roland said helplessly: "I would rather not have such a limelight!"

"Although it doesn't match your personality, it's also a good thing." Shuke smiled: "The more famous you are, the more famous you will be in the future with our F6."

Roland really does not like this kind of meaningless reputation, but if such a reputation is good for F6 and their small group, he will not resist getting it.

"Stop talking about me, how is your situation?" Roland asked.

Shuke drank the lipstick and said, "It's okay, but there are more rules. This is not allowed, that is not allowed, it is a bit troublesome, and it is a bit restrictive for a lazy person like me."

"How old are you now?"

"LV5." Shuke said proudly: "It's easier for clerics to gain experience, just pray every day. I don't know why, but I pray very efficiently. I can get at least a hundred points of experience by praying for half an hour every day. Now I am the fastest of all the paladins, and even the Pope was alarmed. His busy man spent a long time free and came to me to chat."

Roland looked at Shuke's handsome face, which seemed to be getting more and more handsome, and said, "Why are you praying efficiently? Don't you have any pressure in your heart?"

Hahahahaha! While laughing wildly, Shuke narcissistically took the shape of a domineering and handsome guy, and he was terrified.

Roland was so sour that his face was almost twisted, and Beta raised his right middle finger directly beside him.

Sorry for the late update due to urgent business today.