Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 580 Who Are You People?

The fire feces Warlocks were quite intimidating amongst players. It wasn’t because they were too strong, but because this group of people had no bottom line.

Looking at the other players, who took a step back in unison, the Warlock, who introduced himself, couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “Don’t worry, my hands are clean and I wash them several times a day.”

“I know your hands are clean, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared,” a player explained. “Brother, when the fight starts later, please make sure your feces are thrown far away and not next to me.”

The other players nodded their heads, feeling deeply that this player was quite right.

“Of course I can be more careful, but this time there are a lot of fire feces players coming over, and with so many people, it is impossible for all players to throw accurately.”

The players began to shiver.

The image of the white maggot Warlocks firing feces in unison a year ago was still to this day among the top ten famous scenes of the game World of Falan.

It even far surpassed the second-place scene, with twice the number of hits.

This scene had even been circulated throughout the online world and anyone who had seen it would express their deep admiration for this scene and then offer their respects.

Just as they were chatting, more and more human-powered planes landed from the air.

More and more soaking wet players walked to the shore.

They grouped freely, gathered in twos and threes, and set off in the same direction.

About a day later at the location of the Spatial Magic Tower, the city of Tebesia: The black cat Maromatha came out of her house. She looked at the sun in the sky and covered her head with her hood.

The sun in the desert was very hot, and even professional women’s skin could suffer greatly if no precautions were taken.

Walking down the familiar streets, Maromatha sighed. She was a little worried about Roland and Marilyn the white cat. She had heard that they had some conflict with the elders of the Spatial Magic Tower, and she didn’t know how things were going now.

Yesterday, she went to ask her mentor, but the mentor would not say anything and just told her not to concern herself so much.

It seemed that things weren’t good.

She couldn’t help but sigh again at the thought.

After a few steps forward, she suddenly saw three professionals with very unique temperaments coming out from the corner of the street. They were human but very different from the human professionals Maromatha had seen. Generally, human professionals, especially mercenaries, had a fierce aura about them, but these three professionals, who were also dressed as mercenaries, gave off a scholarly feeling.

And there seemed to be some silliness hidden in this scholarly temperament, giving a rather contradictory impression.

Maromatha observed the trio for a brief second before averting her eyes, for it was clear to her that there were good and bad human professionals, but most of them had some rather troubling desires when they saw female werecats.

Just after she averted her eyes, the three professionals shifted theirs toward her instead.

And they began to whisper.

A werecat’s sense of hearing was quite acute and could detect sounds from far away, so she overheard their conversation.

“Look, a lone Mage, wearing gray robes. She should be from the Spatial Magic Tower. Should we snatch her or not?”

“Wait, there’s no red mark on her head. She probably isn’t our enemy, it’s not good to capture her.”

“Well, there’s always some intel to get. She’s a spatial Mage, so enemy or not, we can still get some information.”

“Makes sense, let’s go over quietly.”

Hearing this, Maromatha froze. Where were these three people from? This was the Spatial Magic Tower, and they were actually going to kidnap a spatial Mage in a place like this.

And it seemed that they wanted to harm the Spatial Magic Tower!

Maromatha’s expression turned cold.

She looked around. There were pedestrians everywhere, and if she acted here, she would hurt the innocent, so she planned to take them to a less crowded place first.

Maromatha pretended to be unaware and turned down a small side path.

Although she did not turn around, the werecat’s sensitive hearing still allowed her to detect the three people’s footsteps. They were following about fifteen meters behind her.

As expected, they had tailed her.

Maromatha picked up her pace slightly.

About five minutes later, Maromatha stopped in a barren sandy area, then she turned around and looked at the other three professionals. “It seems that she noticed us earlier. The enemy is smart enough to lure us to a place like this.”

“Make the first move, delta formation!”

“I don’t think there’s any need to rush, let’s negotiate first. Communication is the basis of everything.” Maromatha snorted. She pulled off the hood on her head, revealing her cat ears and face to the other party, while she said coldly, “No need to think so much. Just now, I sent a magical signal to the picket team. Soon they will arrive; all you can do is surrender obediently.”

As she spoke, she noticed that the other three froze and thought it was normal.

She assumed this was a typical reaction of hunters who found themselves turned into prey.

However… the next moment, the reaction of these three people refreshed her worldview.

“M-m-my God!” The first person to cry out seemed to be a Warrior. “A ca-catgirl, a living catgirl. Where is my comb, where is my mirror? I want to pick her up!”

“Ears that move, a real cat lady.” The Mage-looking professional did three backflips in place, then became incoherent with excitement. “W-w-we’re going to take down the Spatial Magic Tower and capture the beautiful catgirl alive.”

And the other rushed up to Maromatha and dropped to one knee.

Frightened, Maromatha took a step back, then several more.

Then she heard the professional, who was down on one knee, say affectionately, “Pretty lady, I fell in love with you at first sight. May we be friends, the kind that presupposes marriage?”

This statement was so shocking that it even sounded like sexual harassment.

Maromatha subconsciously shot out a Spatial Bubble.

Spatial Bubble was a low-level spell that could easily be cast instantly even with Maromatha’s strength.

And without dodging, the kneeling man simply allowed the Spatial Bubble to hit him in the face.

He flew backward more than two meters and rolled three times on the ground before passing out.

Seeing their companion unconscious, the other two professionals rushed up, each grabbing one leg of the unconscious man while fleeing. They shouted, “Just you wait, we’ll be back.”

Then the three disappeared into the distance. What the hell?

Feeling baffled, Maromatha froze for a moment, then came to the academy and met one of her mentors. Although the Spatial Magic Tower had a main school of magic, under normal circumstances, learning other schools of magic was also required, so the Spatial Magic Tower also had other schools of specialists here as mentors.

The mentor that Maromatha met now was the one that taught her abjuration.

When the mentor saw that Maromatha’s expression didn’t look quite right, he asked what was wrong and if she felt any discomfort.

Maromatha revealed what just happened, and the mentor laughed. “There are so many of us humans, there are bound to be some very odd people. Countless simpletons say they want to blow up Magic Towers in the street. You don’t have to worry too much about that, just study hard.”

Since the mentor had said so, Maromatha naturally didn’t take what just happened any more seriously as she finished her day’s lessons at school, and then walked back home.

On her way home, she suddenly found that there were a lot of professionals appearing in the streets, and many of them were pointing at

her.

“Did something happen?”

Maromatha felt that something was not quite right.

Then she found that the group of people was staring at her.

Every one of them had strange expressions.

Maromatha felt it was all too odd and she was about to leave when she saw someone take out a scroll and then throw it on the ground.

A small area of Dimensional Anchor suddenly enveloped Maromatha, and then several female professionals rushed up, their speed quite notable.

Because Maromatha was startled by the Dimensional Anchor, and spatial magic couldn’t be used, and other magic didn’t come to mind because of her nervousness…

She ended up being grabbed straight away by four female Warriors, and before she could make a sound, she was put in a black sack.

Her vision suddenly dark, Maromatha then tried to use her magic, but no magical elements responded to her, making her more and more nervous.

She struggled in the sack, but her strength was no match for the four Warriors’.

Shaking up and down inside the darkness, she didn’t know how much time had passed. After all, in a completely dark environment, it was hard to correctly measure time.

When the sack was opened, Maromatha, who had been besieged by darkness for nearly an hour, screamed.

Her voice was low when she called for help, but it was also very pleasant.

She called out several times and didn’t hear anyone respond, then a glance around revealed that she was surrounded by at least a hundred professionals.

Every one of these professionals looked at her with bright eyes.

“What a beautiful catgirl. Don’t scare her, you

guys.”

“Great, this catgirl is not our enemy, so she has the value of being turned against the enemy?”

“We don’t care about anything else. She doesn’t have a red mark on her, so she should be well protected. This is the first catgirl we’ve seen.”

“Those short black cat ears, they look so pretty, I love them so much.” “Brothers, how much money do you think you need to have to marry this catgirl?”

“Dream on, you think she’ll ever be into you?”

The lively discussion about a whole lot of things frightened Maromatha.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, a female player next to her came up and said, “Pretty kitty, don’t be afraid, we won’t hurt you. We just want to know some information about the Spatial Magic Tower.”

Maromatha looked at the long whip that the female player held in her hand, which still had a red dark stain on it, like blood.

She immediately said from the heart, “Ask all you want, and I will answer all I know.”

The people next to her looked at each other and smiled.

The female player from earlier continued to ask, “How many Legends are there in the Spatial Magic Tower?”

“Including the Great Elder, there are now six.”

The female Warrior stroked the black cat’s head. “Good, very well-behaved, then I’ll ask another question. How many official Mages are there in your Magic Tower?”

“It is estimated that there are two hundred,” the catgirl said in a small voice.