Moulton had never seen such a terrifying population.
If you are not afraid of death, you will not die.
And he has a strange obsession with killing enemies.
Until now, he still hasn't figured out why these people suddenly attacked him.
Obviously, he had just teleported to this city, and then the whole city rioted.
Everyone seems to think that they are their enemy.
Moulton has been flying ahead, followed by weird flying magic devices to his left, right and behind.
He didn't understand why his Great Disintegration Technique was useless against the aircraft. It was clear that the Golden Son, who was fully equipped with magic equipment, became an assassin.
It doesn't make sense.
He became more and more puzzled, and at the same time, he became more and more irritable and restless.
Dimensional anchor scrolls were unfolding to his left and right.
Due to the harassment from those aircraft, his current flying speed has dropped significantly.
The flying magic, which was not very fast in the first place, was dragged down to a 'turtle speed', and even the Golden Son on the ground was biting tightly behind him.
A large number of archers ran lightly, shooting arrows at him at the same time.
At this time, there were no spells attacking him.
Because most of the mages of the Golden Sons have not grown up.
Their physical endurance is not as good as that of warriors and archers, and they do not know flying magic, so they cannot keep up with large teams.
Moulton turned around and fired another air cannon.
Due to the limitations of the dimensional anchor, his strongest space magic ability cannot be used at all now.
Only some simple spells can be used.
As a result, the wind-type air cannon still failed to hit the enemy.
Instead, because the spell cast temporarily slowed him down for a few seconds, a wave of arrows hit his head and face.
He flew forward as hard as he could, avoiding most of the arrows, but he was still hit by hundreds of cold arrows.
Golden Son is too good at area saturation attacks.
After being hit, the ripples of the magic shield become more and more numerous, which is a sign that the strength of the magic shield is declining.
He looked back at the ground and found a long, black stream of people following behind him.
This stream of people spread from the Wetland City on the distant horizon, like the tentacles of a terrifying monster extending from the Wetland City.
Want to reel him back in.
"They are all lunatics." Moulton spat angrily. He gritted his teeth and planned to use another group attack magic.
For example, ice tornado and the like.
However, he just gave up the idea after thinking about it.
A group attack magic can kill at most three to four hundred Golden Sons.
But the terrifying flow of people below consists of at least 40,000 people. How many large-scale magics does he need to cast to kill them all
Do you really think that large-scale group attack magic does not require magic power
Do you really think that the Golden Son cannot be resurrected
He flew forward desperately, and at the same time secretly said in his heart: When I go back, I must find a way to destroy this wetland city. These sons of gold must not gather together. When they gather together, it will be really terrifying.
He flew forward sullenly, not planning to fight back now.
Retain enough magic power to support the magic shield and for flight.
Although the legendary mage has a lot of magic power, it is not unlimited.
He was attacked by the chasing aircraft from behind. The running archers on the ground would occasionally shoot an arrow or two. Their accuracy was terrifying. At least five out of ten arrows could hit him.
The magic power is declining at a very fast rate.
In panic, he thought, using his endurance to get rid of these golden sons.
Then... half an hour passed. Not to mention that the magic guide flying in the air was not thrown away, and a large number of people were even following on the ground.
He took a closer look and found that these people had mounts.
Almost everyone has a horse.
Moulton was already a little tired at this time.
Then those golden sons were still shouting in high spirits.
Another half hour passed, but he still didn't get rid of these golden sons, and the distance between the two sides even got closer and closer.
Obviously, the endurance of the Golden Sons seems to be stronger than that of Moulton.
But this is just an illusion, mainly because Moulton has been attacked too much.
His magic must be used at full strength to maintain the shield and fly.
At this time, Moulton already had some fear in his heart, and his brain was running rapidly, thinking about how to escape from the pursuit of these golden sons.
Many methods come to mind and are quickly rejected.
Suddenly, he saw a city appearing on the horizon ahead.
His eyes lit up and he flew into the city. Those Golden Sons who claimed to be just and kind-hearted should take into account the lives of the civilians in the city and would not attack indiscriminately.
He immediately lowered his flight height and planned to escape to the city in the shortest distance.
Then when he lowered his height, he immediately gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of him.
At least more than fifty submissions were submitted.
And these nets are all large nets made of wire.
It reflects the cold metallic luster in the sunlight.
Many thieves and hunters who can throw nets participated in the war against vampires more than a year ago. At that time, they used straw rope nets. For ordinary people, those things were very tough and almost impossible to break free, but for ordinary people, For a vampire, it's not too difficult to tear apart.
At that time, although it could net low-flying vampires, the net would soon be broken by the vampires, and it would not have much control effect.
So since then, many players have begun to improve the production technology of throwing nets.
In the end, the barbed wire was all taken out, and some magic materials were even added into it, which greatly strengthened the toughness of the barbed wire.
Of the more than fifty barbed wires, thirteen nets actually caught Moulton.
He was instantly wrapped into a wire ball.
Because the magic shield is still there, it is naturally impossible to tie these barbed wires to his body, but with more than a dozen nets, each net must be at least about 5 kilograms, he suddenly has about 80 kilograms more on his body, and the flying speed Not only did it slow down, but the flying altitude became lower again.
Oops!
Through the magic shield, Moulton saw that his line of sight was blocked by a thick layer of barbed wire, and he could no longer tell the direction.
And flying slower and lower will attract more net-throwing attacks.
In less than ten seconds, more than twenty pieces of barbed wire were placed on his body.
This time it's not a ball of wire, but a cocoon of wire.
The kind where you can't see people.
"Get him off."
The players running on the ground yelled.
At this time, a plane climbed into the sky above Moulton's head, and then crashed down almost vertically using gravity acceleration.
It was obviously an old-fashioned propeller aircraft, but under the influence of this potential energy acceleration, it almost flew with the speed of an old-fashioned jet aircraft.
Then the human-powered aircraft directly hit Moulton at an aggressive angle.
The pilot of the plane did not parachute, and the two people hanging on the wing did not jump away either.
The three of them used their own weight to add a more powerful potential energy impact to the aircraft.
The plane roared down and hit Moulton, who was flying slower and slower.
At the moment of impact, the plane fell apart and wood splattered all over the sky. The potential energy was transferred, and Moulton was knocked to the ground like a discharged cannonball.
The three players also fell to the ground among the wood fragments in the sky, and they became three groups of mosaic that could not bear to be looked at.
Moulton was still alive, and the magic shield blocked most of the impact of his fall. He stood up with difficulty. No matter who it was, there were thirty or forty throwing nets tied around the magic shield, with a total weight of at least nearly Anyone would feel uncomfortable if two hundred kilograms of foreign objects were pressed against their body.
Yet Moulton stood up.
Very difficult.
He can't see what's going on outside, but he can detect it with his mental power.
A dense sea of people was coming quickly, and some people were already surrounding him. Those summoner girls with fast mounts, their maneuvering speed was much stronger than most players.
Can't escape by yourself
Moulton looked at the throwing net outside the magic shield, and this thought flashed through his mind.
Then extreme fear arose in my heart.
Everyone is afraid of death, and so is Moulton.
He couldn't see outside, but he still shouted: "I am the Great Elder of the Space Magic Tower. As long as you let me go, I will..."
Before the bribe was over, he felt a heavy blow to his head.
Fortunately, there was a magic shield blocking it, so no harm was done.
But there were cracks in the outer layer of the magic shield.
Now Moulton was even more anxious: "Listen to me, I can really give you a lot of money, a lot of money."
Then what he heard in his ears was the excited, charging roar of the Golden Sons.
The cracks in the magic shield have 'grown' to the front and back.
Moulton took a deep breath and said, "Ten gold coins per person."
"I believe you are the only one who has a ghost."
the players yelled.
If there was some hesitation just now, now the players are all filled with indignation.
There are at least thirty to forty thousand players in Wetland City.
Ten gold coins per person is an exaggerated reward of three to four hundred thousand gold coins.
No one thought Moulton could get this money because it was too much.
Then came the crazy attacks from the players.
After a few close combat operations, several people still did not cut through the shield, but the throwing net on Moulton's body was cut open a lot, and he could already see the situation ahead.
A dense sea of people formed a large circle, and these golden sons were looking at him with smiling eyes.
He looked very much like some of the masculine aristocrats he saw when he was a child.
"A magician must die like a gentleman." Moulton looked at the swarm of players, feeling very desperate in his heart: "But don't think too easy."
"I will wait for you at the Wall of the Faithless."
The cold and desperate voice was drowned out by the strange screams coming from the bees, without causing any waves.
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Half an hour later, a large number of posts expressing gratitude to Roland appeared on the forum.
The content is much the same.
'I didn't expect that the boss that spawned was actually the final boss to be defeated in an epic mission. Who brought it here? '
"Who else could it be besides Roland?"
"Roland doesn't have a white cat? Let's drag the black cat away."
'Now that the big boss has been killed, the next thing to look at is the progress of those players across the ocean. '
"The boss actually explodes himself, it's really troublesome."
Morton didn't bring many things out, so the players didn't find anything valuable, but fortunately it was related to the epic quest, so even if most of the dimensional anchor scrolls were wasted, they felt it was worth it.
At this time, a small square gathering place has been built outside Tebel City.
More than three hundred Xiangyan flow magicians are ready.