The Wisdom Golem stood up almost intact.
But Roland became a human stick and was still lying on the sand.
It seemed like a victory for the Wisdom Golem.
The legendary elder watching this scene in the city wall nodded proudly. This is the culmination of their space magic tower.
A powerful, tough, and intelligent golem.
Then he frowned because he discovered that the Golden Sons of the four phalanxes actually cheered.
"Are there any problems with these people?" The legendary mage looked extremely confused: "Obviously there is nothing wrong with the golem, but your Roland has consumed a lot of magic power."
Different from his perspective, there is such a thing as a health bar in the players' eyes.
In their eyes, the wisdom golem looked fine on the surface, but it had lost 4% of its health.
Roland alone could do what four thousand of them could barely do, which further proved that the Golem was not invincible.
Isn't this something worth cheering for
The legendary mage was puzzled, and then he shook his head: "Roland should be able to stand up again, but what's the point of that?"
He had fought with Roland and knew that as long as there was still magic power, the former's elemental incarnation could regenerate infinitely.
Sure enough... A few seconds later, the stone giant that Roland transformed into grew its arms and legs again at an extremely fast speed.
In less than six seconds before the wisdom golem got up, Roland stood up again.
"Come again!"
Roland seemed very excited. The blow just now felt quite comfortable and made him extremely excited.
He rushed over again, but this time the wisdom golem reacted, drew out the giant sword behind him and slashed horizontally.
The sword wind followed the bronze adamantine sword and pressed forward. Roland subconsciously leaned back, and the sword slashed across his chest, leaving a long sword mark.
At the same time, stone dust is diffusely sputtered.
Roland didn't feel any pain. In the elemental incarnation mode, there was no pain.
But these large amounts of stone dust stripped from it are essentially its magic power.
It feels a little uncomfortable to lose your magic power.
Now that the opponent is armed, Roland is not to be outdone.
The fourteen-meter-long rock blade grew out of his body, and he took advantage of the gap to retreat and slash.
At this time, the wisdom golem just held up the sword with both hands, and his hands were empty.
The raised Miao knife struck directly at the armpit of the demon statue.
There was a crisp sound of 'ba', and the Miao knife broke.
Rocks flew.
Roland took advantage of the opportunity to retreat while holding the broken knife. In less than two seconds, the broken knife grew back.
The body of the Wisdom Golem moved slightly, and there was no sign of damage to the armpit.
"Hmph, I still don't give up. How can you find the weakness of a demon statue made of fine gold so easily?" the legendary mage on the city wall sneered.
But his expression suddenly became more confused.
Because he discovered that the Sons of Gold on the far side of the city wall actually cheered.
"What happened to them?"
There was obviously nothing wrong with the golem, but listening to the cries of the players, the legendary mage who stayed behind to monitor the battle somehow felt a bad feeling in his heart.
In fact, the players cheered because they saw that Roland's attack directly interrupted one percent of the wisdom golem's health.
This is tremendous progress.
Before, Roland's flying kicks, leg whips, and hitting the dog's head with both hands only knocked out 4% of the opponent's health. But now, with this slash, it hit the armpit, and it actually He was hit directly until he lost 4% of his health.
What is this if not a weakness
"Just remember, armpits are most likely the weak point of all golems."
The leaders of the major guilds said to the people next to them.
Most players have the habit of planning ahead.
They cannot guarantee that they will not encounter similar golem enemies in their future gaming careers.
Now that there is ready-made combat information, it is natural to write it down carefully.
Back to the battle, Roland hit the golem with an uppercut that made the golem's body tremble slightly. He was about to pursue the victory, but the opponent's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a red beam of light shot out from his pupils, hitting him directly in the chest.
After the roaring explosion, the stone statue flew several meters upside down and fell to the ground.
The chest had collapsed, with big holes appearing in the front and back.
As soon as Roland stood up, the golem rushed forward, raised his sword, and struck the bronze sword directly from Roland's middle.
Half a second later, the stone statue split into two halves, and with a loud bang, it fell to the sand, kicking up a lot of dust.
The soul in the wisdom golem had already obtained Roland's information before, and he knew very well that the elemental incarnation would not die.
As long as you still have magic power.
So he took two steps forward and put his foot on the left side of Roland's body.
Roland now has an earth element, and his hardness is not very high, so half of his body was broken into pieces.
Then the golem tried to step on the right side of Roland's body.
At this time, the sand on the ground suddenly sprayed up, directly covering the side of the Wisdom Golem, and also formed a large amount of sand.
The golem does not observe things with sight, but with mental power.
It is impossible for normal dust to interfere with his 'sight'.
But the dust was also stirred up by Roland with magic power, and it contained a lot of spiritual power.
Therefore, in the eyes of the golem, these sand and dust are actually like balls of cotton. Although it has no lethality, it can obstruct its sight.
As soon as he couldn't see it, he subconsciously took a step back.
At this moment, a short man less than twelve meters suddenly jumped out of the sand, rushed in front of the golem, bent down and grabbed the golem's legs, and lifted them hard.
The huge golem was knocked directly to the ground by the small stone man, raising a huge cloud of dust.
Then the little stone statue turned around and ran away. Although he was bigger than before, he ran very fast and rushed in front of the player's square formation in less than a moment.
He threw several dimensional anchor scrolls backwards, limiting the golem's ability to teleport through space.
At the same time, Roland shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat, retreat, I don't have much magic left."
The players reacted immediately and ran away with Roland.
It was obviously a retreat of four thousand people, but the process of leaving was quite orderly and disciplined.
The formation is still holding up well.
In this case, if other armies saw it, they would not dare to pursue him at will.
They knew very well that such an orderly retreat was too rare on the battlefield.
There must be a large number of elite soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles to stabilize the morale of the troops and issue orders, so that they can barely do it.
Roland rushed outside the station and dispersed the stone statues.
Just as they entered, the bald Wright from the Fat Hunter Guild rushed up. He grabbed Roland's hands and shook them vigorously. His eyes were full of fanaticism: "Brother, boss, big brother... Please, cooperate with me. Let’s shoot an alien version of O-O Man vs. Gullit.”
Roland:? ?
It took more than four minutes for several guild leaders nearby to calm down the chubby cat Wright.
Sitting in front of the round table, Wright coughed lightly: "Sorry, I was too excited just now. I also confessed that my hobby is tokusatsu dramas. You can laugh if you like."
No one laughed.
Everyone present was an adult, and they knew exactly when they could laugh and when they couldn't.
Besides, it’s not a big deal to like tokusatsu dramas and be crazy about them. Who doesn’t have some hobbies
Seeing that no one was laughing at him, Wright was relieved. He continued: "We have also seen what happened just now. The wisdom golem has weaknesses. So, Mr. Roland, during the battle with the golem, you discovered What?"
"Well, if I have to say it, it just feels wrong!"
Everyone looked confused. Is there any way to describe the feeling of beating and being beaten
"How to describe it?" Roland thought for a while and explained: "It's like, you want to eat fried peanuts, but you eat sun-dried peanuts?"
Everyone was speechless, and Wright asked: "Your description... is there any difference between them?"
"The first one is dry, hard and delicious. Although the other one is also dry and hard, it still feels a bit soft when you bite it."
With this explanation, everyone understood.
What Roland means is that this golem is still a little "watery" and not enough to be useful.
In other words, the materials used to make this golem may have hidden dangers and defects.
"We can slowly grind this golem to death. I found out that he doesn't have automatic repair technology! At that time, I will focus on output and you will take advantage of it."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
"I understand." Wright nodded: "We can make catapults... Leave this to our Fatty Cat Guild, and we will show them what long-range fire coverage is. We smashed it until it was covered with white marks. Slowly. Slowly consume its blood volume."
One guild leader asked: "What can the rest of us do?"
"At night, we organize patrols. I suspect someone will come and steal the house!"
The expressions of all the guild leaders were quite interesting.
Surprise, or disbelief.
There was even a touch of sarcasm on one's face.
"They don't dare to come out at all." The guild leader smiled and said: "The white maggot warlock is too intimidating. Besides, it doesn't matter if he steals our base. We will have to change our base at the worst."
Roland spread his hands: "But a large number of players may make unnecessary sacrifices, lose a lot of experience points, or be demoted. So wouldn't it be better to prepare in advance?"
"Boss Roland, you are a lone wolf player. You have no idea what it is like to manage a guild for hundreds of points. Orders are not given casually. Everything must be decided with a suitable reason." The guild leader continued. : "Besides, it doesn't matter if they steal the house, we may not be able to fight."
Feeling the other party's slight hostility, Roland shrugged nonchalantly.
Don't persuade a ghost to die with good words.
He just made a suggestion. Whether the other party accepts it or not is their business.
"So what are our chances of winning?" asked the fat kitten.
Roland thought for a while: "I think it is 100%. The task is only for us to destroy the Space Magic Tower, and there is no time limit. If it doesn't work in ten days, we will only have half a year. I don't think the Space Magic Tower can fight a protracted war with us."
The guild leader and everyone laughed.
I think what Roland said makes sense.
Of course, that's all. Few players are willing to spend half a year with a space magic tower.
Naturally, the sooner the task is completed, the better.
Roland thought for a moment and asked: "By the way, when I was reading the battle report before, I saw that you had transferred most of the cat people out. Is there any Malomasha in there?"
"What do you want to do?" A certain guild leader was still laughing just now, but his expression immediately changed: "Maro belongs to all of us, not just you?"
Roland showed a puzzled expression.
Someone next to him immediately explained: "This person is a serious cat lover, and he especially likes black cats, so you understand."
Oh I got it.
Understand understand.
Roland's first girlfriend was also a serious cat lover, and he understood how obsessed these people were with cats.
So he finally understood why this player was hostile to him just now.
Emotions turn out to be 'jealousy'.
"Maromasha took her tribe back more than thirty kilometers and found a small oasis to live in." The female guild player next to her explained: "If you want to find them, just go directly to the north. Anyway, you can fly, so you should be there soon."
Roland nodded and left the headquarters.
After he left, there was a heated discussion in the headquarters, and the matter of whether to organize a large number of manpower for patrol and defense was put on the agenda.
Roland flew in the air and quickly found the oasis where Maromasha was.
After he descended, he saw the oasis full of cat people, lazing around the oasis, sleeping on the sand and sunbathing.
The sun was really too hot, so I rolled a few times and rolled under the shade of a tree for a while.
Maromasha leaned against the tree trunk and yawned.
She 'combed' her face with her hands from time to time.
When the cat people are in a state of confusion, they will unconsciously do some cat actions that are deeply engraved in their DNA.
Now the life of the cat people is very good. Even if they stay here in the oasis, they still have something to eat.
The Golden Sons organized and donated a large amount of daily necessities to them.
There is no problem in keeping the whole cat people alive for two or three months.
When Roland landed, the undisguised fluctuations of magic power made Maromasha jump in fright.
But after seeing that it was Roland, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She waited for Roland to land in front of her and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Roland."
"It's true that I haven't seen him for a while." Roland responded with a smile.
"Are you here specifically to see me?"
Malomasha and Roland had been together for a while, and he was a person who didn't like beating around the bush, so she directly asked him why he was here, without talking about so many vain things.
"Yes." Roland nodded: "Marilyn misses you very much and is worried about you. She asked you if you would like to go to the Red Magic Tower to live with her."
"That's true." Maromasha's face was full of helplessness. She looked at the cat people around her: "But I have to be responsible for them."
This is true.
Roland looked at the nearby cats lazily basking in the sun.
Now it seems that the cat people are very quiet, but this race is extremely curious and can make itself into a minority. It is estimated that the cat people are the only one in this world.
Like now, several cat people no longer wanted to sleep. Instead, they looked at Roland and Maromasha with curious eyes.
"That's a pity." Roland sighed and shook his head.
"If they have a safe place to live..." The catman's eyes suddenly lit up: "Roland, didn't you say last time that your friend was building a city? In a city dominated by the Son of Gold, how can we, the catman race, Can’t you move there?”