Chapter 573 (1. There’s no title]
The most troubling thing about elental creatures was that the environnt changed almost permanently where they lingered.
The desert at night was cold enough, and after Roland turned into his ice-man form, the elental creature’s unique elental field kept expanding. And Roland had the intention to do this, expanding the field a little faster than normal.
A radius of a kiloter or so was now completely covered in frost.
The temperature of the desert at night would drop to about minus 10 degrees, and now, the temperature near Roland had gradually reached minus 30 degrees.
Such low temperatures were about as cold as room temperature for a Legendary Mage. Even if his physique was worse, he was still a professional. Ordinary people wearing more clothes could still withstand the temperature, so there was no reason why the Legendary Mage couldn’t. And the Magic Shield itself could ensure that his body temperature wouldn’t change. Whether temperature increased rapidly or dropped sharply. Looking at the frosty world stretching out of sight, the yellow-robed Mage sighed helplessly. He magic power was almost fus at this point. Although the Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball was amazingly powerful, the magic power it consud was also quite shocking.
Moreover, the yellow-robed Mage was using version 1.0 of the fireball, while Roland’s fireball had now evolved to version 2.3.
More power, lower magic consumption, and faster magic condensation.
It was true that the blue fireball restrained Roland’s ice elental form, but Roland had the field advantage.
The desert itself was a low-temperature environnt, and now there was a wide field of ice.
An Inferior Fireball at best affected the temperature in a radius of more than ten ters, and the temperature would only rise for a short amount of ti before the cold air around it pushed through.
In such a cold environnt, Roland’s ice elental form was getting stronger and stronger. The ice cone was also becoming more and more powerful.
The opposite was true of the yellow-robed Mage.
The vast majority of the Mages of this world could not regenerate magic power in battle. They needed to “ditate” to regenerate magic power.
Either that or chug alchemy potions, which was what the players called blue potions.
At this point, the yellow-robed Mage had felt the amount of magic power in his body dwindling, and the basic magic elents in the air were transforming into ice elents at a rather fast rate.
The transformation of ice elents into fire elents required an additional “procedure,” which would increase his magic power consumption even more.
He threw another fireball, resulting in an explosion just like before.
Roland, like before, was sent flying by the explosion.
But this ti, he only broke one leg made of ice, instead of shattering like before.
“You lose, Legendary Mage.”
Roland stood up from the ground, and his left leg recovered in a flash. A dozen larger and thicker ice cones appeared in front of Roland.
A new round of the iced Hands of Magic also descended from the air.
The yellow-robed Mage looked quite bitter; he certainly knew he had lost.
Along with the Dinsional Anchor limiting his instantaneous movent ability, the field of ice continued to convert the basic magic elents around him while continuing to lower the temperature of the air.
As the temperature lowered further, it ant that to resist the cold, the consumption of Magic Shield would slightly increase.
At the sa ti, the low temperature would replenish Roland’s body of ice.
One continued to weaken and the other slowly strengthened.
The offense and defense had completely shifted at this point.
The yellow-robed Mage regretted the mont when Roland used Dinsional Anchor. If he had been more decisive at the mont, he could have used all his strength to forcefully confront the spatial magic with spatial magic, and sparing the injury of his spirit, still managed to forcefully break through Dinsional Anchor. It was just that he had been careless and hadn’t expected that after limiting the mobility of a spatial Mage, he, a proper Legendary Mage, actually couldn’t defeat a young boy who hadn’t long been a Master. It was clear that he had the advantage in terms of magic power, magic control ability, and even magic strength. It was clearly an overwhelming situation, but the tides were turned.
This endless, regretful hate left him especially torn and even depressed.
“I concede.” The yellow-robed Mage stood still, his gaze direct as he tried to look as dignified as possible. “I can pay a high price to redeem my life.”
Roland stilled as he too pondered.
The other party wanted to make him stay, and even had so killing intent toward him. Logically, Roland should just kill this yellow-robed Mage to tie all loose ends.
But a lot of tis, people shouldn’t be too capricious, even in this ga.
Because this ga was too real, so real that Roland thought it was a real world.
Here, in addition to player friends, Roland also had NPC friends.
Andonara, Vivian, Stephanie, and so on... If the acquaintances he knew in Holleven were counted, there were at least hundreds of people who were connected to Roland.
Killing the yellow-robed Mage would certainly be a relief, but the consequences could be very troubleso.
A Legendary Mage, for any organization, was a nuclear bomb, a powerful aircraft carrier.
For example, the bald eagle’s[1] nuclear bomb was stolen, their aircraft carrier was blown up, and it was an organization like the Whitewater rcenary Corps[2] that did it. What would be the reaction of the bald eagle?
They would probably send a chanized army to blow up the rcenary corps till not even ashes could be found.
By the sa logic, if Roland killed the yellow-robed Mage...
There was indeed a good chance that the Red Magic Tower would pay a great price to protect Roland.
But that would be all.
Roland’s friends and family would certainly not be within the protection of the Red Magic Tower.
At that ti, what the furious Spatial Magic Tower would do to the people of Delpon, Roland dared not imagine.
So even though the other party harbored ill intentions and had made the first move, Roland really couldn’t kill the other party.
“Then what price are you willing to pay to redeem your life?”
Since Roland couldn’t kill, he could only try to take as much interest as possible to compensate for his gloomy, stifled mood.
“A ring with a nice amount of space attached, about a cubic ter or so.”
The yellow-robed age shook his left hand, and there was a ring with a colorless gem on his ring finger, a faint magical glow emitting from the gem.
Who needs your portable space ring! We players have a Backpack of eight cubic ters.
Roland was about to say that when he suddenly rembered sothing.
Andonara didn’t have a portable space yet.
The players weren’t too fond of small spatial equipnt because they had their Backpacks.
But for the people of this world, portable spatial equipnt was a very valuable item, and there was no more than three figures of such equipnt in the world.
It was probably about 70 pieces. And a cubic ter of spatial equipnt was already quite big
I should give it to Andonara.
“Okay.”
Roland agreed, then held out his right hand.
The yellow-robed Mage sighed helplessly and took off the spatial ring on his left hand.
The spatial ring also contained a lot of gold coins as well as gems, which was a large sum of money, and if it was given to Roland, his fortune would be sharply reduced by at least half.
The yellow-robed Mage took the ring and reluctantly held it out, but when he was about to hand it over to Roland, he suddenly took it back, and at the sa ti the Magic Shield on his body was abruptly and substantially strengthened.
Roland froze for a mont, and then instinctively covered his head.
It was also at this ti that the Dinsional Anchor Roland had set up earlier was broken.
The transparent spatial chains around them broke inch by inch, turning into basic elental particles and disappearing into the air.
Four old Mages in gray robes teleported over and surrounded Roland and the yellow-robed Mage.
These four were also Legendary.
“Oepmop, you’re embarrassing, actually being defeated by a Master evoking Mage. You were just about to offer up spoils?” “You all ca too late.” “Who would have thought that you couldn’t even beat a little kid. After waiting for half a day and not seeing you co back, we ca over here.”
The other three Mages laughed happily.
Oepmop blushed slightly and said, “Don’t laugh, this kid is strange as hell. If it is a solo fight, you may not be able to do better than
.”
At those words, the four Mages who had just arrived imdiately beca serious.
Oepmop’s ability was clear to them-he was very strong. In fact, he was a little stronger than the four of them, and only slightly inferior to the Great Elder.
But such a man was actually defeated by a little guy at the Master level.
This was quite interesting. And at this ti, Roland recovered from his headache.
Having his Dinsional Anchor forcefully dismantled, as the caster, he was naturally subject to the ntal power backlash.
But it only hurt for a while; the negative effects weren’t too great. Thankfully, he had a very large amount of ntal power.
“This elentization... The Red Magic Tower developed another trump card?”
“How can he maintain Dinsional Anchor while elentized?”
“And his ntal power seems to be very high, similar to us Legends. This kid is indeed strange.” “It’s true that he’s different from normal Golden Sons. His spatial scent is strong. Capture him and make him spill the coordinates of the other dinsion. Like the Great Elder said, just don’t kill him.”
The four of them shouted in surprise, back and forth.
Roland’s situation was completely beyond their imagination.
Mages were a curious profession, no less so than werecats.
But the difference was that the werecats were deathly curious, while the Mages were inquisitively curious.
Everything different about Roland was, in their eyes, extrely fresh, and even knowledge that could change the landscape of the magical world. Finishing their conversation, the four already started to gather their magic power and prepared to capture him. Roland felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.
Although he was now in ice elental form and had no hair, a similar feeling existed.
The eyes of these four new Legendary Mages made him feel a chill on the inside and even a little nauseous.
He rembered that in junior high school biology class, the whole class had dissected frogs. The look in his classmate’s eyes as he picked up the scalpel then, staring at the frog with intense curiosity tinged with cold cruelty, was almost identical to the expressions of these Mages. It was just that his classmate’s eyes were looking at the frog at the ti, so he wasn’t too scared, though he felt it deeply.
And now, this kind of gaze, which was only encountered when dissecting frogs, fell on his own body.
Four pairs no less!
Roland instantly had a stress reaction and his hairs stood on end.
Without saying a word, he took a magic brick from his Backpack in each of his hands and smashed them directly into the abdon of his icy body.
He didn’t really want to use the magic brick if possible. It was effortless to make but ti-consuming. Besides, the real use of the item was for a floating city chassis, not as a blue potion; it was too wasteful.
By now, he’d only saved about twenty blocks, and it pained him greatly to use even one.
He had to use them now.
What is it?
As soon as the two magic bricks ca out, they naturally attracted the attention of the five people on the opposite side.
After all, the magic power content of the magic brick was so terrifying that they could naturally feel it.
“Boy, what’s that you’re holding...”
A Legendary Mage shouted, but then Roland’s strange appearance interrupted his words.
The two white square bricks lted the mont they were set into Roland’s abdon.
The white basic elental particles that were so thick they were substantial ford sothing like a living sli, which spread from Roland’s abdon at great speed and wrapped around his entire body in less than two seconds.
Roland then dropped to both knees with his head in his hands and let out a roar of pain.
Countless ice prisms grew around him, and this growth spread rapidly around him.
At the sa ti, a tornado with countless snowflakes suddenly appeared out of nowhere and enveloped Roland in it.
The swirling white snowflakes completely swallowed Roland’s figure.
It was hard to see what was going on inside.
But the air was getting denser and thicker with ice magic elents, making the five Legendary Mages a little anxious.
“Sothing’s not right, don’t let him continue. Whoever knows Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball, accumulate power and give him two shots.”
Oepmop felt that sothing was wrong and imdiately shouted instructions. His magic power was almost gone, and this was sothing he could no longer do, so he had to let soone else do it.
A gray-robed old man with a more feminine aura flew into the air and condensed a blue fireball in each of his hands, each rising to about a ter in diater after about two seconds or so of building power.
And the snowy tornado on the ground also grew much larger.
The ice elents in the air had started to feel a little sticky.
Forcefully, he threw the two dium-sized fireballs of one ter in diater.
Five pairs of eyes watched them crash into the huge snowy tornado, followed by two huge, round, fiery explosions.
The explosions sounded like thunder, and the terrifying expansion of the explosion completely shredded the snowy tornado, while the scorching heatwave lted the snow and ice, resulting in huge amounts of water vapor and forming a dense, high, do-shaped fog cloud that filled an area of more than a hundred ters.
Their anxiety was reduced slightly.
Flying in the air, the gray-robed old man carefully moved to the top of the fog, using Lesser Whirlwind to try to blow the fog away and see the situation inside.
But just then, a huge palm suddenly appeared out of the thick fog and rose high, carrying four wisps of residual fog between its fingers, forming four thin bands of trajectory, and slapped at the gray-robed Mage flying in the air.
The gray-robed Mage in the air was startled and imdiately teleported away.
The giant palm fell short, slapping onto the icy ground with a loud, deep, muffled knocking sound, sending ice flying everywhere.
It was clear that the sand was underneath the ice and snow, but this sound indicated that the layer of frost on top of the sand was already thick and hard.
The watery fog was then once again crystallized by the cold air around it, turning into a heavy snowfall.
In the thick snow, a huge shadow stood up. All five Legendary Mages showed their surprise.
For the snow was gradually dispersing, and a terrible white giant stood before their eyes.
Standing at least twenty-five ters tall, the ice elental seed to connect heaven and earth when viewed close-up, giving a strong sense of oppression. “Elental Lord!”
A gray-robed Mage muttered. It had been a long ti since there had been an Elental Lord on the main plane.
The mories of Elental Lords in this Mage’s brain were from his ti as a magic apprentice.
But that was over a hundred years ago.
[1] USA
[2] Parody of Blackwater
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