Moulton had never seen such a terrible population.

If you are not afraid of death, you can't die.

And he has a strange obsession with killing enemies.

Until now, he hadn't figured out why these people were suddenly attacking him.

Obviously, he had just teleported to this city, and then the whole city rioted.

It seems that everyone thinks of themselves as their enemies.

Morton was always flying in front, to the left and right and behind him, with that strange flying magic.

He didn't understand why his Great Splitting Technique was useless against the flying machine, and it was clear that the Golden Son who was fully equipped with magic equipment had directly become naked.

It doesn't make sense.

He became more and more puzzled, and at the same time his heart became more and more restless.

Dimensional anchor scrolls continued to unfold to his left and right.

Due to the harassment of those flying machines, his flight speed has now decreased significantly.

The flying magic, which was not fast in the first place, was dragged to a 'turtle speed', and even the golden son on the ground bit tightly behind him.

A large group of archers ran lightly, shooting arrows at him at the same time.

At this time, there were no more spells attacking him.

Because most of the mages of the Children of Gold have not grown up.

They are not as strong as warriors and archers, and they can't fly magic and can't keep up with large teams.

Morton turned around, another air cannon.

Because of the limitations of the dimensional anchor, now he has the strongest ability, and he can't use it at all.

Only a few simple spells can be used.

As a result, the air cannon of this magic wind system still did not hit the enemy.

On the contrary, because of the spell casting, his speed was temporarily slowed down for a few seconds, and a wave of arrows rained down on his head and face.

He flew forward with all his might, dodging most of the arrows, but still being hit by hundreds of cold arrows.

The Children of Gold are too good at area saturation attacks.

After being hit, the ripples of the magic shield became more and more, which was a sign that the strength of the magic shield was decreasing.

He looked back at the ground and found that behind him, there was a long, black stream of people.

This flow of people spread from the Wetland City on the horizon in the distance, as if it was a terrifying monster tentacle stretched out from the Wetland City.

Trying to roll him back.

"They're all crazy." Morton spat in exasperation, gritting his teeth, intending to do another blast of swarm magic.

For example, ice tornadoes and the like.

However, he just thought about it and gave it up.

A group attack spell can kill at most three or four hundred sons of gold.

But the terrible flow of people below, consisting of at least forty thousand people, how many large spells does he have to put on it to kill it all?

Is it true that large crowd attack magic doesn't need mana?

He flew forward desperately, and at the same time secretly fiercely in his heart: When I go back, I must find a way to destroy this wetland city. These sons of gold must not gather together, and after they gather, it is really terrible.

He flew forward with his head down, and he didn't plan to fight back now.

Protects enough mana to support the magic shield, as well as for flying.

The magic of a legendary mage, though numerous, is not unlimited.

He was attacked by the chasing aircraft from behind, and the archers on the ground who were running from time to time put one or two arrows in the cold, and the accuracy was quite terrifying, and at least five out of ten arrows could hit him.

Mana is declining at a fairly rapid rate.

He thought, using his stamina to shake off these sons of gold.

And then...... Half an hour has passed, not to mention that the magic guide flying in the air has not been shaken off, and even a large number of people have come over on the ground.

He took a closer look and saw that these people all had mounts.

Almost every man has a horse.

By this time, Morton was already a little tired.

And then the sons of gold, still screaming in spirit.

After another half an hour, he still didn't shake off the golden sons, and even the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Obviously, the endurance of the children of gold seems to be stronger than that of Moulton.

But this is only an illusion, the main thing is that Morton is under too many attacks.

His magic must be used with all his might to maintain his shield and flight.

By this time, Morton's heart was already a little afraid, and his brain was racing, thinking about how he could escape from the pursuit of these sons of gold.

Many methods come to mind and are quickly rejected.

Suddenly, he saw a city appear on the horizon ahead.

His eyes lit up, and he flew into the city, those golden sons who claimed to be righteous and kind, should take care of the lives of civilians in the city, and would not attack indiscriminately.

He immediately lowered some of his flying heights, intending to escape into the city as far as possible.

Then he lowered the height, and immediately gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of it.

At least 50 nets came up.

And these nets are all large nets made of iron wire.

Reflects an icy metallic sheen in the sun.

Many thieves and hunters who can throw nets have participated in the war against vampires more than a year ago, when they used straw rope nets, which were tough and almost impossible for ordinary people to break free, but not too difficult for vampires to tear.

At that time, although vampires could fly at low altitudes in the net, they would soon be broken by the vampires, and they would not be able to control it much.

Since then, many players have begun to improve their netting techniques.

In the end, the barbed wire was all out, and even some magic materials were added to it, which greatly strengthened the toughness of the barbed wire.

Of the more than 50 iron mesh, thirteen of them hit Moulton.

Instantly wrapped him into a wire ball.

Because the magic shield is still there, it is naturally impossible for these barbed wire fences to be tied to his body, but with more than a dozen nets, each net is at least about five kilograms, and suddenly there are about eighty kilograms of things on his body, and the flight speed not only slows down, but also the flight altitude becomes lower.

Worst!

Through the magic shield, Morton saw that his vision was blocked by a thick layer of barbed wire, and he could no longer distinguish his direction.

And flying slower, and flying lower, attract more net-throwing attacks.

In less than ten seconds, more than two dozen pieces of barbed wire were placed on his body.

Now it's not a wire ball, it's a wire cocoon.

The kind that can't see people.

"Get him down."

Players running on the ground yelled.

At this point, a plane climbed above Moulton's head, and then, almost vertically, using gravitational acceleration, crashed down.

It is obviously an old-fashioned propeller aircraft, and under the effect of this potential energy acceleration, it almost flies out of the sense of speed of an old-fashioned jet.

Then the human-powered plane hit Moulton directly at a very domineering angle.

The pilot of the plane did not parachute, and then the two pendants on the wings did not jump away.

The three of them used their own weight to add a powerful potential energy impact to the plane.

The plane whizzed down and crashed into Moulton, which was flying slower and slower.

At the moment of impact, the plane fell apart, and the sky was sputtered with wood. The potential energy was transferred and Moulton was knocked to the ground like a cannonball.

The three players also smashed to the ground in the shards of wood in the sky, and at that time they became three mosaics that could not bear to look at directly.

Morton was still alive, the magic shield blocked most of the impact of the fall for him, he stood up with difficulty, no matter who it was, the magic shield was covered with thirty or forty throwing nets, and the total weight of at least two hundred pounds of foreign objects pressed on him, anyone would be very uncomfortable.

Still, Morton stood up.

It's tough.

He couldn't see what was going on outside, but he could detect it with his mental powers.

The dense sea of people was quickly coming, and someone was already surrounding him, and those summoners who were running fast on their mounts were much faster than most players.

Can't escape on your own?

The thought flashed through Moulton as he looked at the net cast outside the magic shield.

Then there was extreme fear in my heart.

Everyone is afraid of death, and neither is Moulton.

He couldn't see outside, but he still shouted, "I'm the Great Elder of the Space Magic Tower, as long as you let me go, I'll ......"

Before the bribe was over, he felt like he had been hit hard in the head.

Fortunately, there was a magic shield in the way, so it didn't hurt much.

But cracks appeared on the outer layer of the magic shield.

At this moment, Morton was even more anxious: "Listen to me, I can really give you a lot of money, a lot of money." ”

Then what he heard in his ears was the excited roar of the Sons of Gold.

The cracks in the magic shield have 'grown' to the front and back.

Morton took a deep breath and said, "Ten gold coins for one person." ”

"You're the only one who has a ghost."

If there was some hesitation just now, now the players are all indignant.

There are at least thirty or forty thousand players in Wetland City.

Ten pieces of gold each, which is a rich reward of three or four hundred thousand.

No one thought that Morton could get this money, because there was too much.

Then there is the frenzied attack of the players.

After a few melee operations, Moulton's throwing net was cut a lot, and he could already see the situation ahead.

Dense sea of people, these sons of gold are looking at him with smiling eyes.

It's like some of the good masculine aristocrats he saw when he was a child.

"A magician has to die like a gentleman." Morton looked at the influx of players, and he was desperate in his heart: "But don't think too much about it. ”

"I will wait for you at the Wall of the Unbelievers."

The cold, desperate voice, drowned out by the strange cries of the swarms, did not make any waves.

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Half an hour later, a large number of posts of gratitude to Roland appeared on the forum.

The content is much the same.

'I didn't expect that this brush out of the BOSS was actually the final boss to be defeated by an epic mission, who got it here? ’

"Who else could it be but Roland?"

"Doesn't Roland have a white cat? Let's drag the black cat away. ”

Now that the big boss is ambushed, the next thing to see is the progress of those players who have crossed the ocean. ’

"The boss will actually blow himself up, it's really troublesome."

Morton didn't bring much with him, so the players didn't find anything valuable, but it was good to have something to do with the epic quest, so even if most of the dimensional anchor scrolls were wasted, they felt it was worth it.

At this time, outside the city of Tebel, a small square assembly area had been built.

More than three hundred Xiangyanliu Warlocks are ready.