Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 581 Don’t You F*king Pretend

More than three hundred official Mages… The surrounding crowd of players sighed with relief after hearing this.

With only this number of official Mages, it was still relatively easy to handle this quest. The trouble should be with the few Legendary Mages. Six Legends would be a bit stressful to fight.

But with the other players rushing over, even though the human-powered planes had a crash rate of almost 50%, and the maritime disaster rate on the sailing side was probably about 30%, it wasn’t hard to flatten the Monochrome Magic Tower as long as thousands of players or more could reach this continent safely.

After hearing a few more irrelevant bits of information from Maromatha, the female player in charge of interrogating her simply loosened the ropes around her.

Maromatha looked a little strangely at the people in front of her.

“Ahem, given that you are a member of the hostile force, you are still under house arrest until we feel that you are free to move around. Then you can leave this place.”

Maromatha’s expression became even more confused. “I’m free to move around?”

The group of people next to her nodded in unison.

At first, Maromatha was not too convinced.

What kind of people would allow a hostage to move around? But the next two days of sightings gave her a deeper understanding of this peculiar group of people, as well as deeper doubts.

Wherever Maromatha went, she was watched by this group of people.

Both men and women.

Of course, the male professionals did this more prominently, and their desire also seemed to be stronger, but they just watched and wouldn’t do anything, and occasionally they would say some strange things. For example, “Cat ears are the best in the world.”

Or ”Flat-chested catgirl is the way to go.”

There were more, like “Maro, I’ll love you for 10,000 years” and other cheap words.

This bothered Maromatha.

This group of human professionals, both men and women, clearly had a strong desire for her, but each of them acted with restraint.

She was just a prisoner, and they obviously could do as they please, but they never touched a hair on her.

This was too unreasonable.

It wasn’t uncommon to see such individuals with both reason and desire, but when so many gathered together, it was something unimaginable.

“What’s going on!” These two eventful days left Maromatha a bit puzzled. She sat on the sand and watched the players frantically constructing some facilities she couldn’t comprehend. “Why are you building all these things if you’re going to fight against the Magic Tower?” “There will be many of us coming.” The female player next to her, who was in charge of guarding her, smiled. “Too many and it would be chaos and disorder. Until then, we have to set up a temporary base for us to gather, draw up plans, and rest.”

Maromatha’s felt more and more uneasy. “Could a thousand professionals really be coming over?”

The female player nodded seriously. “Of course, there is no need for us to lie to you about this.”

Hearing this, Maromatha was a little distracted.

When she was interrogated before, she was so quick to confess and only had the thought of prioritizing her safety. It was because she thought that it was impossible to defeat the Spatial Magic Tower with just a few dozen professionals.

After all, there were several Legends in the Spatial Magic Tower and more than 300 official Mages.

Elite and Master spatial Mages could be seen everywhere, and there were nearly fifty near Legendary. Also, the Spatial Magic Tower had an elite camel cavalry of ten thousand people. Nearly fifty percent of them were low-level Warriors.

How could such power be overthrown by a few dozen professionals?

Now, however, she didn’t think so anymore.

In these two days, a large number of professionals had gathered here, estimated to be more than three thousand people.

Every new professional, male or female, would come running over to meet her, then scream, “Aw, I’m dead,” make an exaggerated motion of falling to the ground, get up again a few seconds later and join in on the construction.

It had only been two days and Maromatha had little exposure to the group, but there were at least two things she could be sure of.

The group was organized and extremely hardworking

In two days, they had created the outline of a small city.

Square rocky enclosures, staggered roads, and they even came and planted some plants that could survive in the desert as decorations on both sides of the road.

Maromatha watched as several players teamed up to build a square rock house from scratch.

Although the process was a little slow, it was much faster than brick-by-brick construction.

The female player who was guarding her was whispering with another player.

After a while, the female player came over, smiled, and asked, “Is this the first time you’ve seen this flexible application of Mud to Stone?”

“I’ve seen other people use it.” Maromatha shook her head. “He is much faster than you guys, and it only takes one person.”

“Roland?”

Maromatha whipped her head around in surprise.

“Because as far as we know, it was his idea to use this spell in this way.” This female player majored in psychology in reality, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been assigned to watch over the catgirl. She knew from the other party’s surprised expression that she had guessed correctly. “By the way, there is something we would like to discuss with you.”

“Go ahead.”

Maromatha turned around and replied seriously.

For the past two days, Maromatha had been taken care of and fed, and what she used was given by the other side.

So instead of hating the girl who watched over her, she was quite grateful.

“Maro, how many of you werecats are in the Spatial Magic Tower?”

Maromatha was immediately a little wary. “Why are you asking this?” “As you should know by now, we want to attack the Spatial Magic Tower,” the female player said seriously as she stared into the catgirl’s eyes. “But there are many people in Tebesia who are innocent, especially you werecats. I think you can go talk to them and withdraw before we attack. If not, your people better not make a move, or we will hardly hold back once we strike.”

Maromatha’s expression froze at first, then became one of helplessness. “But where can we go after we leave the Spatial Magic Tower? It’s the only place willing to shelter us now.”

“Us.” The female player pointed at herself with bright eyes, then pointed at the other players who were working next to her. “We are willing to shelter you, if you’ll come with us.”

“But!”

Maromatha looked hesitant.

The female player laughed. “You don’t believe in our strength, right? It’s okay. You’ll know clearly after we bring down the Spatial Magic Tower. But I still suggest you go back to Tebesia and evacuate your people before we attack; otherwise, it won’t be good if something really happens.”

Maromatha bit her plush lips and asked with a confused expression, “Why are you being so nice to me, or us werecats?”

Werecats had sharp instincts, and after two days together, Maromatha had noticed that this group of people had no ill will toward her and were even quite fond of her.

Of course, their desire was there, but more than anything, they adored her.

Hearing Maromatha’s question, the female player raised her hands high and said rightfully, “Many of us like cats, kittens, and big cats. Gentle cats are cute, proud cats make people crazy, and we have a title: cat slaves!”

Maromatha’s mouth dropped open in shock at the statement.

At the Red Magic Tower, Roland was still living a regular little life.

Classes, magic experiments, and then occasionally taking Marilyn the catgirl for a stroll.

It was quite pleasant.

Happier by the day.

Delpon was safe and he didn’t need to worry at all.

With Andonara guarding the place, a Legend or two going over there would just be a gift of experience.

And Vincent, who recently stayed in the Magic Tower, made a post on the forum.

Congratulations to my Magic Tower Boss Roland on his super flying ship.

The post started with pictures of a large flying ship from all angles, even aerial shots.

A dozen pictures of a huge black flying ship like a proud maiden resting on the green grass.

It was thrilling and mind-blowing to look at.

The second half of the post said that the flying ship was Queen Andonara’s trophy, but wasn’t the Queen’s Roland’s woman!

The post unsurprisingly became a hot topic, with players replying with envy.

“Damn, a flying ship. This is the first time I’ve seen one. This thing can be used as an air carrier, right? How much money must it be worth.”

“Damn, I don’t even have a flying mount, and he already has a flying ship, and it was a woman who gave it to him. The difference between people is despairing. Should I delete my account and start over again?”

“If there is any pretty boy with a charisma growth of 10 or more, go and lure the queen away. I’m now annoyed when I see Roland and his woman showing love. Whoever does this, I’ll pay a million RMB as a reward.”

“‘One million is too little, right? This flying ship is probably worth a billion.”

“If this really existed in reality, I guess it would really start at a billion.”

”Yo, talk like this game isn’t real enough.”

“So the women in the game are so useful. Is it too late for me to become a Bard and go pick up a noblewoman?” “It’s useless, I’m also a bard. I’ve picked up a noble widow. But, she will not do anything, that is, she can’t defend me from the enemy, and will not give me flying ships. All she does is squeeze out my energy and life essence every day. Every day, she boils tonic soups for me to drink, and said she’d help give birth to ten or eight children; I have not left the city for a year. All I’ve done is either sleep or chat with you guys online. I had aspired to be the strongest PK player, but now I’ve been stuck at level 5 for a year. You guys mustn’t learn from

me.”

“Wait, is it true what you said, upstairs? That’s so enviable… no, disdainful. May I ask, does your widow know other lonely noblewomen? I am not trying to do anything, just want to study and criticize this degenerate behavior, lest other players get trapped. As the saying goes, If I do not go to hell to help the suffering beings there, who else will go[1]?”

“As a femininely dressed player, to this objectification of women, all I have to say is… anger, shivering, and cold sweat (doge).”

Roland naturally also saw this post.

He was tempted to teleport back and check out his flying ship, but thinking that Morton was still in the Red Magic Tower, he held back and stayed here, at ease, dangling as bait.

This same day, he took the catgirl for a walk again, and shortly after, he saw Morton approaching from the opposite side. Roland immediately changed his expression to one of bitterness and hatred.

Morton walked up to Roland and said with a grim look on his face, “Don’t pretend, I know your woman is powerful. Now, I’ll tell you one thing: this ends now, okay!?”

(1) Kșitigarbha