Roland had no idea that the power of his magic this time would be so exaggerated.
They were already three hundred meters across the city wall, but their eardrums were still shattered by the sound of the explosion.
The pain was not much, after all, it was only one-tenth of the original pain, but what was uncomfortable was the mental torture.
Now everyone is blind, deaf, unable to see or hear, and is in a state of confusion. Therefore, many people are so scared that they are rolling around on the ground and making a fool of themselves.
Roland was even worse than them. In addition to being unable to see or hear, he also felt extremely weak. This was the body's natural reaction when his mental power almost hit bottom.
Logically speaking, this was the best time for them to attack the city, but everyone was blinded and no one could move at all.
At first, Roland was a little worried that the enemy would attack, but after waiting for a long time, there was no cry of killing from the enemy. After waiting for nearly four minutes, the players gradually recovered their eyesight, but their eyes were all red and swollen. It's like having pink eye.
The two priest players from the Water God Sect slowed down and began to use group hydrotherapy.
A kind of healing magic that is not very effective but has a wide range. If two people work together at the same time, the therapeutic effect is also good.
A ruptured eardrum may be a bit troublesome in modern society, but here, it is a 'minor injury' and any treatment can help.
The players were gradually able to see things in the distance, and the dizziness caused by the sound wave impact gradually disappeared. Then they saw the scenes in the distance one after another, and they were all surprised and speechless.
The city gate's head was raised, and its height decreased from six meters to less than one meter.
Moreover, the width of the city wall is three meters, so one can imagine the great effect Roland's 'big fireball' had.
What's even more outrageous is that near the central explosion point, at least 50 meters of city walls have collapsed. The walls further away have cracks on the surface, and they seem to be not far from collapse.
Moreover, in these places, there is still black smoke surging, and the center point of the explosion is still filled with dark red lava.
"With such power, one shot can break through the city wall. Why do we need a siege squad? A few mages can solve everything?"
The other players all looked in agreement.
There are similar conversations in the live broadcast room.
But a player who looked like a priest player walked to the side and said: "This is because this city does not use anti-magic building materials. The cities within the territory are all similar, except for the walls of a few very large cities that use anti-magic building materials. And on the border Cities will use a large amount of anti-magic materials mixed into the city wall building materials. It is very difficult for magicians to break through such city walls. Moreover, in a real war, both sides have magicians, interfering with each other, and it is not so easy to carry out destructive attacks on the city walls. . In many cases, wearing anti-magic equipment can effectively reduce the damage caused by magic to us. Magicians are not invincible."
A group of players breathed a sigh of relief.
The crowd in the live broadcast room also felt much better.
Fortunately, at least there is a way to check and balance such a terrifying mage.
A group of people walked near the city wall and found tattered corpses everywhere. Most of the city defenders were dead, and a few were burned into corpses by the terrible heat. The guards further away were shocked to the point of bleeding to death. .
Even the players and professionals three hundred meters away were temporarily knocked out of combat by the sound shock wave, let alone these much weaker soldiers.
Looking at the scattered corpses, the players couldn't bear it, but no one would blame Roland.
Which one of them doesn't have two or three NPC lives in their hands
Moreover, they are also famous teachers.
None of these soldiers who aided the tyrants was innocent.
However, when encountering soldiers who were not completely dead, the priests were still willing to save them.
After watching for a while near the city gate, a player said quietly: "With such power, even if I wear magic resistance equipment, I think I will be shocked to death by the shock wave."
"Wouldn't it be enough to learn the sonic resistance specialty?" Someone interjected.
"It's impossible to learn a bunch of skills and expertise that are very targeted just for Roland, but for others, they are rubbish."
"You also know that Roland is the only one in the Master now."
Several players bickered, avoiding the still-hot dark red lava, stepped over the one-meter-high 'city wall pier', and entered the city.
"As planned?"
"certainly!"
All the players smiled knowingly, and the amplification technique sounded on everyone one after another.
Then they rearranged their phalanx and advanced toward the city's security forces while shouting the slogans they had prepared in advance.
Loud sounds began to echo through the small city of Moree.
"We are the Gray-Eyed Resistance, the Avengers crawling back from hell."
"Only punish Betel, the chief culprit, and it has nothing to do with other people."
"Betel has no conscience and commits all kinds of evil. Death is not enough for the people to be angry."
"Kill Bettel and we will return to hell. Please don't stop us, or you will bear the consequences."
Killing kills, the players know this very well. In order to reduce the enemy's resistance and reduce unnecessary casualties, such slogans must be shouted.
It's just that the players' personalities are always a little out of touch, and someone starts to cause trouble when they shout.
"Betel, that ass-selling bitch, does she deserve to be a noble?"
"Betel is ugly and unsightly. He is so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet. Anyone who joins in this evil will be punished by God sooner or later."
"Bettel is a pervert, even an eighty-year-old lady will not be spared."
As soon as these words came out, all the players looked at the player who just shouted these words.
The player subconsciously shrank his neck.
The players were shouting and walking, and then they realized something was wrong. No one came to stop them along the way.
There was no one on the road leading directly to the castle.
Everyone seemed to be hiding.
The city even seemed quiet.
How is this going? It couldn't be that the enemy was ambushing them and wanted to sneak attack them. Or are their slogans really that effective
Players, look at me and I'll look at you.
At this time, a thief player jumped down from the roof next to him. When he landed, he rolled over to lose his momentum. He said anxiously: "Betel ran away from the east gate. Who made the noise just now? MD was frightened." People were dead. It felt like five thunders had hit their heads and exploded. Everyone in the city was frightened. Bettel stopped putting out the fire immediately and fled with the soldiers from the east gate. Others Five people have followed him, and they asked me to come back and ask you whether you should just let him live, or kill him to death."
Everyone looked at Roland.
Roland laughed twice and said: "You can't say such ugly things as killing them all. We are good people and we have to do our best to eliminate evil. We can ignore other people, but Bertel must die."
Ellie was also in the crowd, and she said fiercely: "Betel must die."
"Then keep chasing. I don't believe that their physical strength is better than that of professionals like us." A player shouted loudly.
Everyone burst out laughing, a little obscene and a little ugly.