Afterwards, Green teleported away from here.
Another legendary mage also glared at Roland fiercely and immediately teleported away.
If Roland cannot be restrained, there is little point in fighting Roland.
The elemental incarnation is too disgusting and invincible.
Moreover, they knew that Roland had a special method of replenishing magic. Even if he used the Great Disintegration Technique to temporarily remove the magic from his body and the area around him, it would not have much effect.
After all, the Great Elder also used the Great Disintegration Technique to deal with Roland, but it was of little significance because the latter could be resurrected, and even when he was surrounded by six people and had no way to retreat, he still blew himself up and killed Ope Peng.
These two legendary mages were quite afraid of this man's 'madness'.
Five people couldn't take him down before, but now there are only two people... It's almost a dream to deal with Roland.
It was a very simple logical relationship, so the two left without hesitation.
They had a backup plan that they didn't want to use.
Roland also breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two legendary mages leave one after another.
In fact, he broke through more than 30 layers of barriers, and his own mental power was about to bottom out.
Of course, one still has the strength to become an elemental incarnation, but when one's mental power is exhausted, it is easy to lose control when one becomes an elemental incarnation.
For example, when he first became the incarnation of the elements, he briefly lost control and went berserk.
The spirit and soul cannot control such a powerful 'body'.
If the elemental incarnation accidentally enters the station after going berserk, it will probably kill even the players.
If it doesn't work, it will become famous.
It is better not to do anything about this matter.
Roland looked around. He flicked his fingers, and a hole opened in the ground. Then he jumped in, closed the ground, and began to rest.
He has no control over the battle situation at the player's location, good or bad, for the time being.
The depletion of mental power is not the depletion of magic power. There is no way to replenish it for the time being, so we can only rest slowly.
Leaning against the wall, Roland opened the forum and quickly found the station's live battle report.
The players inside the station have almost been cleared by the space magic tower. Only a small number of players are still trying to escape, playing hide and seek with the enemy, gritting their teeth and persisting.
These are either highly sensitive hunters, thieves or killers who are good at using crossbows.
In fact, if they wanted to escape, they could escape.
But they just don't want to escape, they just want to shoot hidden arrows from a distance to disgust each other.
In fact, the people in the Space Magic Tower were also disgusted by them.
Now it is guerrilla street fighting, and the wisdom golem no longer plays a big role in this environment.
In an open environment, facing a large number of enemies, it can take away a lot of life with one punch or one kick.
But in this 'city' with buildings everywhere, its tall body became a disadvantage.
It has become a bit difficult to defeat an enemy that is quite 'small' to him.
And these remaining players, less than a hundred players, are the super combat elites among the more than 4,000 players.
Has an amazing sense of awareness for small-scale combat.
After releasing an arrow, he immediately moved quickly, and the way he moved was quite mysterious, leaving no trace at all.
Under their restraint and harassment, more than two hundred space tower magicians were exhausted, and more than thirty people had been hit by arrows.
Moreover, these arrows are all coated with poison.
Although many people know how to detoxify and heal.
The injured can receive treatment quickly, but temporary weakness cannot be avoided.
On the battlefield, the most fearful thing is comrades who are injured and unable to move.
Because such an injured person requires at least two teammates to take care of him.
Therefore, more than 30 people were injured, and more than 60 mages were needed to help. At this time, the combat power of more than 200 mages was reduced to about half.
Damn it!
The legendary mage Pyros, who was mixed in the crowd, was extremely angry.
Obviously their night attack was successful, and they obviously won a huge victory.
But why is the current situation that they are in a hard fight!
And the situation is getting more and more dangerous.
He looked around sullenly, and then there was a scream from his left side, and another mage was hit by an arrow in the waist and kidneys.
The injured man held his wound, black blood flowed out, and soon blackened a large area of his clothes.
Someone came up immediately to treat the injured person and help him remove the arrow.
Black arrow body, green arrow tip!
There are also subtle white magic lines on it.
Demon-breaking arrow!
Actually even this kind of thing is used.
"What on earth are we fighting against?" Paros felt a little cold and murmured to himself: "We have fought so hard even five thousand golden sons. If we really reach the land without demons, we can face hundreds of millions. Or even an attack by billions of golden sons?”
The more he thought about it, the more chilled he felt.
At this time, a companion descended from the sky, it was Green. He walked up to Palos and said with a twisted face: "We have failed, let's retreat first."
"Why did it fail?" Pylos asked puzzledly.
"Roland has an amazing learning ability." Green's face was full of envy and jealousy: "He was actually able to analyze the magic of dividing the earth into a prison within a few minutes, and found a way to destroy it."
"Are you kidding?" Pyros shouted with wide eyes: "That's a fifth-level magic. Even for us, it takes a certain amount of time to learn it. Roland can actually analyze a fifth-level magic in battle. He is the goddess of magic. His illegitimate child?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
Green's expression was very bitter. The fact that they can become legends shows that they are also very talented people. But now, a real genius who is much more powerful than them appears in front of them, and they are still in a hostile relationship. It's no wonder that they have a sour taste all over their bodies.
"If you failed to deal with Roland, things will become difficult to handle." Pyros looked at the surrounding magicians group whose morale had been greatly reduced: "We should withdraw."
Only then did Green realize that the losses of their magician group seemed to be serious: "Why did the fight end like this?"
"The son of gold is not afraid of death." Paros's face was illuminated by the magic light in the distance, bright and dark, colorful: "More than the madmen in the demon world. Compared with them, the creatures in the demon world are nothing. superior."
Green had a puzzled face.
"You didn't fight them head-on. You just watched them fight the golems on the city wall before, so you don't have an intuitive impression." Paros looked up at the black sky: "Only those who have fought them head-on can understand this. Human beings are terrible.”
"We clearly have an advantage, why do you have such an idea?" Green reprimanded: "You are an elder and a mentor. Even you act like this. No wonder their morale is low."
As if to prove what Palos said, a thief player accidentally fell off the roof while climbing over a wall.
Although he didn't fall to death, his legs were broken and he was crawling on the ground.
A group of mages immediately rushed over and surrounded him.
Looking at him with burning eyes.
In the eyes of the space tower magicians, this golden son showed no fear even if he was surrounded.
He even smiled slightly and said: "If there is a haystack on the ground, I will not fall so miserably."
Seeing his smile, the originally aggressive space tower magicians all felt numb and even a little frightened.
This son of gold fell miserably. How bad was it
The bones of both calves protruded from the kneecaps, and on the sharp bone stubble were strands of torn flesh.
The golden son's face was very pale, a pale blue.
But he seemed to feel no pain. He used his hands to push his upper body up and sat on the ground.
"I'm a little scared of the word suicide. Friends, can you please give me a break!"
With that said, he took the initiative to hand over his short blade.
There was a faint green light on the short blade, which was obviously coated with poison.
Then he laughed again.
When he opened his mouth, balls of blood and foam poured out of his mouth.
It seems that falling from a height not only broke his feet, but also shattered his heart and lungs. However, because of the strong vitality of the professional, he did not die.
It is estimated that it can last for at least ten minutes to half an hour.
A group of space magicians surrounding him all retreated.
madman!
Why can I still laugh despite being so seriously injured
Even if he can be resurrected, the pain before death should not be something that ordinary people can endure.
"Don't you dare?" The golden son's voice began to become hoarse, which was a sign that his lungs were beginning to be unable to supply oxygen: "You bastard, you still have to do it yourself."
After finishing speaking, the Golden Master held the short blade upside down, pointed it at his left eye, and stabbed hard.
Pu Chi.
The short blade, which is about fifteen centimeters, is almost completely submerged into the pupil of the eye.
A stream of blood spurted from the eye.
A dozen space magicians all took a step back.
Someone's body started to tremble.
Even so, the Golden Son was not really dead. He actually still had some energy left, grabbing the short blade and twisting it hard.
The blade smashed his eyes and brain into pieces.
Another stream of blood arrows spurted out, and at the same time it brought out a small half of the broken eyeball, as well as a large amount of white brain flowers.
At this time, the golden son truly died.
His body leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.
To this day, there is still a strange smile on his lips.
One corner of his mouth is raised, which looks very much like √.
Arrogant and disgustingly proud.
"You see, this is the enemy we face." Paros said feebly: "No matter how weak they are, we can't really defeat them. Moreover, soon, they will be resurrected and come to us again. You may not be afraid, but what about them?”
Paros pointed to the magicians of the space tower around him.
Green was also feeling terrified. After all, the actions of the Golden Son were too terrifying and disgusting.
"Then retreat." Green gritted his teeth and said, "Let's retreat to Tebel City first. With the defensive magic array there, they can't do anything to us for the time being."
At this time, Palos suddenly looked around and smiled bitterly: "It seems it's too late."
At some point, many figures appeared in the dark sky outside the station, and they surrounded the entire station.
Moreover, they have clearly set up their formation.
"Our plan was wrong from the beginning." Paros laughed, as if with some despair: "These sons of gold are not afraid of pain, nor are they afraid of death. If we kill them a hundred times, they will all come back again." Stand up and find another opportunity to reckon with us.”