Maromasha now likes the Golden Sons group very much.
All of them are professionals and they speak well.
And facing the cat people, this powerful group is actually willing to put down their status and play and live with them.
Even... I don't know if it was her own illusion, but Maromasha felt that some golden sons put themselves in the position of slaves.
It's incredible.
This is unlikely.
She felt that most of the cat people like her were weak and incompetent. It was because they couldn't stand the cat people's character that they obviously had no strength but wanted to get involved in everything, so almost all the orcs were ostracizing the cat people.
It was hard to find the Space Magic Tower willing to take him in.
But...it's more about utilizing and squeezing these two qualities.
It has been hundreds of years since the Cat People relied on the Space Magic Tower.
But the overall population has barely changed.
This is not because the feline race has a low fertility rate. On the contrary, the fertility rate of cat people is actually quite high.
On average, there are about three children in one pregnancy.
Although newborn cats are very small, much smaller than human fetuses, they are easier to feed than human babies.
As long as you have some milk, you can grow like crazy.
But even so, the total population of the cat people has not increased, which is very telling.
The cat people can survive in the Space Tower, but they cannot develop.
So Maromasha has been seeking change.
Her scouting talent is extremely rare among her clan, but for the sake of change, she took the initiative to become a space magician.
As for the Golden Sons group, Roland first came into contact with them, and now they have gotten along with a large number of Golden Sons. They have lived together for several days and have a preliminary understanding of them.
This is a rather strange group of people who appear silly and naive on the surface, but are actually very smart on the inside, and also have quite a 'bottom line'.
Although some ideas of the cat people conflict with the Golden Sons, most of the ones who give in are the Golden Sons.
And they always like to say things like 'seeking common ground while reserving differences', 'common development', and 'living harmoniously'.
This left a deep impression on Maroma.
She has a feeling... This is what the dominant race should feel like.
She even had the idea of letting the whole clan follow the Golden Son, otherwise she would not help persuade the clan to follow the camp.
After you come here, you have to find a place to stay.
Preferably one that you can live in permanently.
Maromasha is one of the rare cats among the cat people who can have 'foresight'.
Of course, due to the relationship between knowledge and insight, he actually doesn't have much 'foresight'. He is just much better than most cat people who are lazy, only look at the present, and can live one day at a time.
This is all thanks to her becoming a magician and reading a few more books.
Before in the oasis, she had been thinking about how to develop her own race after following the Golden Sons, and seek the development of the cat people without harming the interests of the Golden Sons group.
I had no clue at first.
But after seeing Roland, she suddenly remembered that she had been chatting with the Golden Sons before, and also listened to the Golden Sons chatting.
When these people talk about things, they almost never shy away from the presence of their cat people.
Therefore, she collected a lot of information.
For example, there are things about Roland and some of his friends.
After seeing him, Maromasha suddenly had this idea.
Bring the cat people to the human world and become a subordinate race of the Golden Sons.
Leave the world of orcs from now on.
A world like the orcs, which only cares about the size of a fist and has no benevolence and kindness, doesn't matter.
"Roland, we cat people should move to your friend's wetland city."
After she said her request, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the man in front of her expectantly.
Roland was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at the nearby cats, thought for a while, and said, "I think this is a good idea, but I need to contact my friend. After all, he is the city lord."
"I understand." Maromasha took the initiative to take Roland's hand and gently held his fingers with her small and smooth palms: "I hope you can put in a good word for us, okay?"
"That should be true." Roland said with a smile, "But I think even if I don't say anything more, you cat people should be able to settle in Wetland City."
"But if you tell me, I think the success rate will be much higher." Maromasha raised her tail and rolled it back and forth: "Please, no matter whether it succeeds or not, I will be grateful to you."
"It's really not necessary." Roland took his hand out of Maromasha's palm and said, "Wait a minute and I'll contact him."
"Uh-huh."
Maromasha nodded repeatedly, then stood aside and waited patiently.
Roland is in the guild chat system @Beta.
Roland: Beta, there is a tribe of cat people, numbering about tens of thousands, who want to join Wetland City. Can you accept it
Beta soon replied: Is it the cat people I know? A human creature with cat ears and a tail
Roland: Yes.
Beta: Yes, of course. I charge as much as you have. Wherever they are now, I will send a small force to pick them up. Protect along the way.
Roland: Over here at the Space Magic Tower, separated by a sea.
Beta: It’s a bit difficult. It's too far. If we encounter a shipwreck while on a boat, every cat person who dies will be heartbroken. Brother Luolan, do you have any good ideas
Roland: That’s true. Let me think about it.
After exiting the guild chat system, Roland had a heavy look on his face.
Maromasha's heart dropped when she saw that his expression was not very good.
She couldn't help but ask: "Isn't your friend unwilling?"
"Of course he is willing, and he is very welcome." Roland explained: "The problem is how you cat people get to Wetland City. After all, Huolaiwen is on the other side of the sea."
Hearing that this was the problem, Maromasha breathed a sigh of relief: "This is not a problem. We can build a boat to get there."
"But the sea is prone to storms and accidents."
"There are no surprises in life." Malomasha plucked the short hair from her ears, and her petite body exuded the unique charm of exotic creatures: "As long as half of our cats can go there, it will be a big success." victory."
"But we don't think so." Roland thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I have a way. But this will have to happen after the space magic tower is defeated."
Malomasa looked at the tribesmen around her, and her future seemed to be secure. She smiled happily: "We can wait. By the way, Roland, you took good care of me before, and now you have helped me solve such a big problem." It's a difficult problem, and I have nothing to give in return. So... I'll cook you a barbecue unique to our cat people."
Roland was full of questions. When the cat people thank people, is it for food
Quite strange!
He was quite curious about what the Cat People's specialty barbecue was, so he stayed.
As a result, it was only in the evening that Maromasha prepared the barbecue.
When the cooked barbecue was served, Roland's face was green.
Hanging on the barbecue skewers are skinned rats that have been burnt golden brown.
"Haha...it looks delicious..."
Roland's cheeks trembled, and he regretted why he was so curious.
After all, cat people have cat habits, and it seems normal to like to eat mice.
"This is not a mouse, this is a field mouse." Maromasha smiled happily. She liked to see Roland's uncomfortable expression even though he clearly didn't dare to eat, but had to pretend to know how to eat.
Although they are from the south, people of Roland's generation had plenty of food and clothing when they were young and never went hungry, so they never ate anything like voles. However, most people from southern Xinjiang who are a few years older have eaten voles.
Voles are edible, and the soup tastes quite good.
"Here you go." Maromasha put a rat skewer into Roland's hand: "Try it, it's really delicious."
Looking at the mouse on the wooden stick, Roland swallowed his saliva. Just when he was wondering whether he should eat this thing, there was a sudden explosion in the distance.
Roland and Maromasha looked at the direction where the sound came from.
Then I saw a puff of black smoke floating up.
"It's over there at the station." Roland put the kebab in Malomasha's hand and said, "It seems something happened. I'm going to help."
Then he flew away, almost feeling like he was running away.
Maromasha chuckled.
She took small bites of the rat skewers in her hand, looking quite happy.
Under the rapid flight of the human cannon, Roland quickly arrived above the station.
As soon as I stopped, I saw a huge demon statue pushing down the tall city wall in the night with both hands.
There were constant shouts of killing in the camp.
Behind the golem were at least two hundred space magicians.
Roland had just appeared, and more than a dozen dimensional anchors appeared before, around and around him, directly 'solidifying' the space around him.
The space bubble is under the influence of the dimensional anchor and cannot be used, and he is temporarily unable to fly.
Then more than a hundred rounds of ballistic magic were fired at him.
It looked like more than two hundred fireworks were chasing him.
"Sure enough, they launched a sneak attack on the station."
Roland muttered and immediately released the floating technique.
His whole body fell downwards, and when he was still more than ten meters above the ground, he immediately used the levitation technique on himself again.
His weight became almost that of a feather. Roland landed lightly on the sand. When he was about to launch an attack, several ice spines suddenly shot towards him.
The speed was incredibly fast, hitting his magic shield directly.
Because he was still in the state of levitation at this time, and his weight was extremely fast, these ice vertebrae hit the magic shield and directly pushed him forward for nearly thirty meters before losing their impact.
Roland stood firm on the sand again and looked at the person who had just cast the spell.
An old man disguised the magic power fluctuations and turned into a master-level appearance, hiding among the ordinary magicians.
If he hadn't launched an attack, Roland would never have discovered this legend.
Roland had met this old man before. Although he didn't know his name, Roland had met him in previous battles.
Know how strong he is.
With one successful blow, the legendary old man flew out of the array and landed in front of Roland.
Then another old man came out and flew ahead of Roland.
The two blocked Roland's way.
"You two defeated generals, how dare you stand in front of me?" Roland said with a smile: "Without your elder who can use the Great Disintegration Technique, you two are no match for me."
"We don't need to kill you." Green, wearing a gray robe, put his hands in his sleeves: "This time we just need to stop you for half an hour."
Roland raised his eyebrows: "I doubt you can stop me for half an hour."
As he said that, he was about to take out the magic cubes from his system backpack to replenish his mana and prepare for the incarnation of the elements.
Then at this moment, two legendary old men took out scrolls at the same time.
Shredding expressionlessly.
A translucent circular barrier surrounded Roland.
Then the two men kept tearing the scroll apart, and barriers followed.
The transparent barrier gradually becomes thicker, and the originally transparent and clear barrier layer also becomes gradually blurred as the thickness increases.
Each of the two legends brought at least twenty scrolls. After using them, Roland could hardly see clearly in the barrier.
Although the elders of the Space Magic Tower are not very good at fighting, they are researchers after all.
This kind of defensive barrier is called a prison, a magic that protects oneself and isolates the outside world from harm. The five rings are extremely hard. As long as it is used against the enemy, it is a prison magic.
When the scrolls were used up, the two legends still didn't feel at ease. They immediately began to cast spells and used their magic power to strengthen the defensive barrier again, as if they wanted to lock Roland in there for a long time.
Inside the barrier, Roland knocked on the thick layer of the barrier, feeling extremely speechless.
"Is this necessary?" Roland sighed: "I'm just a little shrimp, is it really necessary to use such exaggerated means to deal with me?"
Roland actually knew that whether it was necessary or not was not his decision, but what others thought.
The two legends each cast spells more than twenty times before they stopped.
At this time, the defensive barrier has turned bright yellow. Just by looking at the shape and color of the outside, you can clearly understand the defensive capabilities of this barrier.
In the station, most players were in chaos at this time.
The attack on the Space Magic Tower started in the evening. The Wisdom Golem took the lead and charged forward, attracting most of the attacks from the Son of Gold.
Then more than two hundred mages followed and started attacking with spells, bombarding them violently without mercy at all.
They have actually beaten the Golden Sons group hard, because until now, they feel that their breath still smells of disgusting shit.
In the headquarters, Bald Wright and a group of commanders ran out.
They looked at the wisdom golem that had demolished half of the city wall, and they were all in a daze.
"Logically speaking, shouldn't the boss be waiting in one place for us to kill him?" Wright said quite well: "Why did the wisdom golem come to the door on its own, and it brought hundreds of oil bottles with it."
While he was speaking, he suddenly saw the wisdom golem turning his head.
Two huge red beams shot out from his eyes, shining directly on Wright.
In just an instant, Wright and the commanding officers around him were reduced to ashes.
Moreover, two red lights continued to shine back and forth in the station.
In a short time, at least more than 600 people were reduced to ashes.
Then the Wisdom Golem walked towards the city, trampling and crushing all the buildings it could see.
And two hundred space mages followed closely.
Their hands emitted different lights of red and green, and small fireballs, curses, magic missiles and other killing magic were shot at the surrounding players overwhelmingly.