The man with the bow was dressed in leather armor, and his hair was so messy that it was almost glued into braids.

And the other party's body is a little hunched, his temperament looks very gloomy, and there is a lifeless taste.

Players are different, because the world is a game, and the reason why they don't really die, most of the players are full of lively and upward qualities, even if it is some special professions, such as thieves assassins and other professions, it also has a peculiar taste, it is cold, calm and so professional temperament.

The only thing that can't be the hopelessness of being lifeless, as if there is no hope.

After all, players have a way out no matter what.

Even if this character can't be used, and is frantically chased and killed by NPC forces, it's a big deal to delete the character and retrain it.

So it's impossible for players to have a lifeless temperament.

The magic flame not far away was still burning, and it would be at least half an hour before it was extinguished.

And Jason and other members of the Silver Wing Guild even burned the iron armor on their bodies, not to mention their bodies.

Not even the ashes could be found.

Roland was too lazy to wait for the other party to be resurrected, and even if the other party was resurrected, he would dare to find a thorn with him in the future.

He then turned his gaze to the direction the magic spider had traced past, estimating the distance.

The attacking archer-wielder was fast, and out of range of the magic spider.

After all, Roland's spiritual power also has a limit, and there is also a maximum distance between controlling the magic spider and receiving the picture sent back by the magic spider.

The spatial bubble swallowed him in, and then squirted out.

The whistling wind rushed into the sky with him, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Roland didn't fly high, he could see the trees below like flowing water, chasing the spirit imprint of the magic spider, and in less than a minute, Roland saw a figure running through the woods below, disappearing from time to time.

And the spiritual imprint of the magic spider is a little behind this person.

That's him.

Roland's mind moved, and the spatial bubble directly projected him to the ground.

His whole body turned into a white light, and the sound brought by the high-speed flight was like thunder and roar, and it smashed directly to the ground.

The huge momentum directly took out all the material more than ten meters around Roland, and the trees that were farther away were almost lowered to the ground by the strong wind.

The bearer of the bow reacted very quickly, and when Roland was about to fall to the ground, he had already changed direction at a right angle and immediately fled in another direction.

He sped fast with a nervous expression on his face and turned his head to look back.

After the strong wind, there is smoke and dust.

There was a hint of surprise on the bearer's lifeless face, the first time he had seen a man fall from the sky, he would have such an exaggerated power.

But the more this happened, the more he ran away with all his strength.

This man is clearly a monster.

But before he could run a few steps, he suddenly saw that something seemed to stir in the smoke and dust, and there was a faint white light.

Just at a strange moment, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in front of me.

As an agile professional, the 'intuitive reaction' specialty came into play at the moment, and he instinctively jumped up and saw a ring of white ice almost grazing the soles of his feet.

Then, more than ten meters in front of him, a mage in a black robe was smiling and holding out a finger to him.

Like a blue arcane missile that rained down on the sky, like a flower blooming in front of his eyes.

There is no way to borrow strength in the air, and there is no way to avoid it.

But this is actually just an illusion, for things that are stronger than themselves, and easy to cause harm to themselves, people will instinctively 'exaggerate' it, and in the eyes of this bow-wielder, the arcane missiles in the sky are actually only twenty-four.

But that's enough.

The arcane missiles that erupted like shotshots enveloped a huge spatial area, and the bow-wielders who jumped in mid-air were directly overwhelmed by this wave of missiles.

Several arcane missiles slammed into his body, sending him backwards through the air, crashing into a large tree before sliding limply and falling.

The man wasn't dead, he was even struggling to get up.

The vitality of professionals is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people, and ordinary people will definitely become a puddle of mud when they are hit by so many arcane missiles.

Roland stepped forward slowly.

The bearer of the bow smiled miserably and shoved something into his mouth.

Roland raised his hand to expel poison and heal minor injuries in a row.

The bow bearer was eating poison, and as soon as his face began to turn green, it was immediately removed by the poison exorcism, and another magic was slowly healing the bow bearer's body.

There was a hint of surprise on the bow bearer's dirty face covered in black mud.

"It's not that easy to die." Roland said gently: "Name the person who instructed you, and I can let you go." ”

The bow-bearer slowly stood up, he threw away the bow in his hand, took out a dagger from his back, and sneered: "You actually treated me, an assassin, and was willing to let me go, what a passing mage uncle." ”

Listening to the other party's yin and yang strange voice, Roland didn't care, and continued: "I can guarantee this with my personality. ”

Hehe!

With a disdainful sneer, the assassin made an attacking stance, and the killing intent of the pound gushed out.

Roland said helplessly: "You are seriously injured now, even if you have healing skills, it is not so fast, you are not my opponent, besides, I am the son of gold, you are lucky to kill me, I can ...... the same"

At that moment, the assassin smiled as if his plan had succeeded, and the dagger in his hand plunged into his heart.

Roland froze.

Then the assassin sliced the dagger horizontally, half of the heart chamber was sliced open, and bright red blood spurted out like a spring.

The assassin's smile froze on his face, and his body collapsed behind him.

This kind of critical and serious injury cannot be saved by healing minor injuries alone.

Roland was stunned for a while, and said depressedly: "Dead man." ”

He flicked his fingers, and the mud poured into the ground, giving him a place to bury him, so that he would not be eaten by wild beasts in the wilderness.

Roland was silent for a moment, then flew back to his magic tower.

At this time, someone in the forum posted a post that Roland had just crushed more than a dozen players in the Silver Wing Guild.

"The profession is too unbalanced, my hands and feet are cold, what do you want warriors to do?" 》

Although it has an exaggerated title, the content is quite simple and crude, and it doesn't say anything, just put on a video.

It is the process of Roland beating more than a dozen Silver Wing Guild warriors in one minute, the video is black and white throughout, and it is also accompanied by the desolate suona sound of mourning, especially Jason's incompetent rage of 'cheating dog', using the repeated slow 'ghost animal processing' technique, highlighting his extreme unwillingness and anger.

It makes people feel sad, their hands and feet are cold, and they want to laugh.

Players have replied to the post with a heavy mentality, and the one that got the most likes was this sentence.

'Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth. ’