Roland was currently observing the magic flying boat.
The group of handymen and some magic apprentices responsible for driving and maintaining the flying boats followed Roland in fear.
Andonara, on the other hand, held Roland's arm and pointed happily at the slanted hole that penetrated the entire spaceship: "I wanted to shoot this thing down at the time, but when I shot it, there was a hole. … I thought I could blow it up.”
"Next time you use a gun to throw large objects or buildings, flatten the gun head and make a cross groove on it to increase the rotation speed of the gun after throwing it. This can greatly improve the tearing ability of large objects. The destructive capacity will skyrocket."
Andonara's eyes lit up: "Roland, you know so much."
"This is just common sense." Roland waved his hand: "How about I help you study the combat system of great swordsmen and brave men in the future."
Andonara nodded repeatedly, very happy.
Generally speaking, although warriors are discriminated against in the hearts of spellcasters, and they know this, when it comes to combat ability, they will say: spellcasters don't know much about fighting head-on. They only know how to cast magic from a distance, not Courage does not understand what strength is.
This is a kind of self-professional affirmation and protection.
Subconsciously think that others do not understand what you are good at in order to ensure your authority in this area.
But Andonara was different.
She knew that Roland was very knowledgeable, although due to the plane, he didn't know much about the common sense of this world.
But she can still understand the scholar's temperament and the way of thinking that only scholars have.
After all, there are many scholars in the palace. She has also been in contact with these people and knows some of the external manifestations of such people.
Roland, on the other hand, was more scholarly than all the scholars she had come into contact with.
And he spent almost all of his time studying magic and reading books about this world.
Now he knows more and more about the world.
Even many palace scholars cannot compare to him in terms of common sense.
What upset Andonara even more was Roland's progress in magic.
Since she became the legendary great swordsman, she sees everyone as a traitor.
This is not because she is proud, it is just a fact.
Except for the two angels descended from the gods, or the World Tree, no one in this world can pose much of a threat to her.
If she had to find someone who could make her 'scared', it would be Roland.
As a Vine type woman, she has now identified with him.
Another reason was that she saw Roland's terrifying progress.
When she became a legend, she thought he was so weak.
But now he can already give her the feeling of a strong man.
If this continues, within five years, she thinks Roland will definitely be able to catch up with her.
Roland's ability to grow so fast is inseparable from his scholar consciousness.
Research, think, study again, think again, experiment again and again, and explore the truth of magic.
In many people's minds, seriousness and hard work are just terms and have no actual impression.
But as a pillow person, Andonara knew how hard Roland worked.
It doesn't seem strange that the Golden Son doesn't need to sleep, nor does he need to rest.
But he had almost no interest in parties or socializing.
Almost all of his time was devoted to studying magic and studying.
Because she was too worried about Roland's physical and mental health, Andonara, who had always been shy, became "unrestrained" and took the initiative to find opportunities to pull him away from time to time. This really broke her heart.
So in Andonara's eyes, her man is very smart and knowledgeable. As long as he is willing, he can do everything that others cannot imagine.
She herself is the best witness.
Witnessed a weak Golden Son becoming strong at an extremely fast speed.
Witness his rise from obscurity to fame among the Hollevan aristocracy.
All of this made her think that there was nothing her man couldn't do.
What's more, it's just a small thing like helping him improve his fighting skills.
Roland felt a little excited after inspecting the entire spaceship.
He had ridden in this thing several times before. It was essentially a luxury yacht in the sky.
Men all want luxury cars and yachts, and Roland is no exception.
Moreover, this airship contains very advanced magic concepts. As long as he understands them thoroughly, Roland can be sure that his level of magic can be further improved. Maybe some of the techniques can be used in the construction of aerospace crafts.
Then he gathered the handymen and magic apprentices on the ship.
"You are all prisoners now. Whether it is according to the rules of France or our rules of Hollevan, I have the right to deal with you."
Hearing this, nearly a hundred people in front of them looked confused and scared.
They are just ordinary people, and those magic apprentices are just ordinary civilians.
If he were a magic apprentice from a noble background, he would not be put on this flying boat to work as a coolie.
"Now I give you two choices. One is to continue to be on duty on this ship. As long as you work for one year, I will send you home in a flying boat. Of course, you can also stay and continue working."
More than a hundred people were talking a lot, like a vegetable market.
After Roland waited for their voices to gradually calm down, he continued: "The other option is to leave on your own. Of course, I will give each of you a silver coin as travel expenses."
Now, the discussion became louder.
A bold magic apprentice raised his hand and said: "Sir, one silver coin is not enough for us to return to the Space Magic Tower from here."
"That's your business." Roland waved his hand: "I forgive your lives and give you some food money, which is already very kind. How to go back next is something you have to consider."
Having achieved this point, Roland felt that he had done his best.
More than a hundred people, the vast majority of them, felt that what Roland said made sense.
Changing places, if they themselves are the victors, it would be strange not to squeeze the value of the captives to the point where they are nothing.
After a short period of thinking, these people all agreed to the first plan.
They are willing to continue working on the flying boat.
Roland nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "You will not regret this decision. I also have a magic tower in my own name. Although it is still far behind the magic towers in major holy places, I believe that it will not take more than ten years. It will also grow to that point. At that time, you have the right to enter the Magic Tower to study."
Except for Andonara, who looked full of admiration, no one believed Roland's words.
On the other side, nearly five thousand players gathered in the newly built camp.
There are fewer and fewer players coming now.
At least 30,000 players crossed the sea in human-powered planes or wooden sailing ships.
But only these five thousand people arrived safely.
Here, the square, ten-meter-high rock wall blocks most prying eyes.
In the past few days, players in the scout profession have entered Tebel City and have a clear understanding of the city's ins and outs.
At the same time, they also assisted Malomasha and transferred a large number of cat people to this station.
And at least half of the players here have become addicted to playing with cats.
As the most beautiful and elegant black cat among the cat people, Maromasha was watched by ten times more people.
She was not used to it at first, but now she can completely ignore the circle of golden sons next to her with faces full of ecstasy.
She wanders around the station every day. This day she pointed at the more than 300 male players in the corner of the station with a very curious expression: "I noticed that you seem to be ostracizing them and you seem to be afraid of them. What's going on? .”
There is also discrimination among cat people.
But this group of people does not seem to be discriminated against, but more like they are not gregarious and are feared.
Seeing these men eating mushy curry, the female psychology player who had been following the black cat turned green: "They are our secret weapons, very scary ones. Don't have anything to do with them!"
Malomasha swept her tail back and forth. The female player said something so mysterious, which made her even more curious. Her eyes were shining brightly when she looked at the more than three hundred people.
In the central room of this station, six players held a meeting around the stone table.
They are all guild leaders.
"The transfer of the cat people has been completed, and the remaining cat people are unwilling to leave. They are die-hard fans of the Space Magic Tower, and the news that we are going to attack the Space Magic Tower was also spread by these cat people before."
"This is normal. Every race has good people and bad people. Although cat people are cute, they are not exempt from vulgarity."
"Half a day ago, we submitted a letter of challenge to the Space Magic Tower, and also called out to the people in Tebel City to ask the civilians to leave early to avoid being affected."
"The results of it?"
"The civilians laughed at our caller as an idiot and then threw some camel dung back. One of them got confused."
The other five guild leaders showed quite emotional expressions.
One of them sighed: "So this is cause and effect."
"In that case, let's attack as planned in two hours. The three hundred white maggot warlocks will be under your command, Andrew."
The player named Andrew stood up and nodded with a serious expression: "Don't worry, our Flying Guild will not let you down."
Then he strode out of the conference room.
Arriving at a corner outside the station, three hundred players with unique temperaments all stood up when they saw him.
White lights shone one after another, and a white maggot with a body length of at least two meters appeared around them.
Then under their command, these fleshy white maggots were divided into three rows, one hundred in each row, and all raised their heads.
Damn it, it’s about to start.
The players who saw this scene all retreated, and at the same time, almost everyone put on a mask or a scarf on themselves.
Catwoman Malomasha was very strange. She looked around and didn't understand why these people suddenly wore masks.
"Give you one." The female player extended a helping hand.
Maromasha shook her head: "I don't like covering my face, it's very uncomfortable."
"Really? You will regret it."
Maromasha was very stubborn: "No!"
The female player smiled playfully: "Okay. Whatever you want!"
At this time, Andrew took out a white military cap from the system backpack, and the cap badge was a bald eagle.
Then he stood at attention, standing straight like a great military officer.
"What is he doing?"
"Life needs a sense of ritual." Andrew muttered, and then he held up his white military cap.
Then, with a ferocious expression on his face, he roared.
"The 400 Field Artillery Battalion is fully prepared, the shooting angle is 53, and the yellow ammunition is loaded..."
Three hundred white maggots had something round and round in their bodies, flowing from the middle cavity to the tail, forming a huge 'ball' shape.
Then he made a heavy stroke with his right hand.
He roared heartbreakingly.
"Fire!"