Mages Are Too OP Chapter 593

Chapter 593 Night Raid

Maromatha now loved the Golden Sons.

Each one was a professional and spoke nicely to her.

Facing werecats, this powerful group was willing to dispense with posturing and play with them.

Maromatha didn't know if it was her imagination, but… she felt that some Golden Sons placed themselves in the position of slaves.

It was unbelievable.

It was almost impossible.

She felt that most werecats were weak and lacked common sense. All other hybrids had almost ostracized the werecats because they couldn't stand the werecats' habit of meddling with everything when they clearly didn't have much power.

It was quite difficult to get the Spatial Magic Tower to take them in.

But, the nature of it was more for their exploitation.

It had been centuries since the werecats began depending on the Spatial Magic Tower. But their total population had hardly ever changed.

It was not that the werecats had a low fertility rate. On the contrary, the werecats' fertility rate was quite high.

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On average, there were three newborns in one litter.

Although the newly-born werecats were tiny, much smaller than human infants, they were much easier to raise than human babies.

As long as there was a little milk, they could grow like crazy.

But even so, the total population of werecats hadn't increased, and this was quite telling.

The werecats could survive in the Spatial Magic Tower but couldn't thrive.

This was why Maromatha had been seeking change.

Her talent as a scout was extremely rare amongst the werecats, but for the sake of change, she took the initiative to become a spatial Mage.

As for the Golden Sons, she had a preliminary understanding of them from her contact with Roland. Now, she had spent several days with a large group of them and even lived alongside them.

This was quite a strange group, but also a group with a defined bottom line.

Although the werecats and the Golden Sons had some conflicting views, it was mostly the Golden Sons who backed down.

And they loved to say things like “seek common ground and put differences aside,” “common development,””live in harmony,” and so on.

This left a deep impression on Maromatha. She had the feeling this was the magnanimity that the dominant races should have.

She even had the idea of having her entire race follow the Golden Sons; otherwise, she wouldn't have helped convince the werecats to follow them to the encampment.

After they'd come over, they would have to find a place to stay.

…Preferably the kind where they could live permanently.

Maromatha was one of the rare kitties among the werecats who had a vision.

Of course, because of a lack of knowledge and experience, she didn't have much of a vision. It was just better than most lazy, shortsighted werecats that simply got on day to day.

This was all thanks to her becoming a Mage and reading more books.

Earlier in the oasis, she had been thinking about how she should organize the werecats after following the Golden Sons and seek to grow her race without harming the interests of the Golden Sons.

At first, she had no clue.

Upon seeing Roland, though, she suddenly remembered that she had talked to and listened to the Golden Sons earlier.

These people rarely avoided having werecats around when they talked about things.

So she gathered a lot of information.

For example, information about Roland, and also some things about a few of his friends. After seeing him, Maromatha suddenly had an idea.

The idea was to bring the werecats to the human world and become a subordinate race of the Golden Sons.

Forever leaving the world of hybrids.

They might as well leave a world like the hybrids', where it was all about the size of one's fist and there was no kindness or goodness.

“Roland, can all the werecats move to your friend's Wetland City?”.

Her eyes widened with anticipation as she stated her request and looked at the man in front of her.

Roland froze as he turned his head to look at the werecats nearby, thought for a moment, and said, “I think that's a good idea, but I'll have to get in touch with my friend; he's the mayor of the city after all.”

“I understand.” Maromatha took Roland's hand, her small, smooth palms gently holding his fingers. “I hope you can put in a good word for us. Is that okay?”

“That's what I should do,” Roland said with a smile, “but I think, even if I don't say anything, you werecats should be able to settle in Wetland City.”

“But with you speaking, I think the chances of success will be much higher.” Maromatha's tail curled up and the end twirled around. “Please, I'd appreciate it whether it works out or not.”

“There's no need.” Roland pulled his hand out of Maromatha's palm. “Just wait, I'll contact him.”

“Mhm.”

Maromatha nodded repeatedly, then stood off to the side, waiting patiently.

Roland pinged Betta in the guild chat.

Roland: “Betta, there are werecats, about ten thousand of them, who want to join Wetland City, will you take them?”

Soon, Betta replied: “Is that the werecats I know? A humanoid creature with cat ears and a

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Roland: “Yes.”

Betta: “I'll take them, of course. I'll take as many as there are. Where are they now? I'll send a small force to pick them up.”

Roland: “They're at the Spatial Magic Tower, across the sea.”

Betta: “That's a bit troublesome. It's too far away, and traveling by boat, with the danger of a shipwreck, every death of a werecat is heartbreaking. Brother Roland, do you have any good ideas?” Roland: “Good point. Let me think about it.”

Exiting from the guild chat, Roland had a stern look on his face.

Maromatha's heart went cold as she saw his serious expression.

She couldn't help but ask, “Your friend isn't willing?”

“Of course he's willing, and very willing.” Roland explained, “It's how the werecats will get to Wetlands City that's the problem. After all, Hollevin is on the other side of the sea.”

Hearing that that was the problem, Maromatha sighed in relief. “That's not a problem-we can build a boat to get there.”

“But the sea is prone to storms and accidents.”

“There are always accidents in life.” Maromatha stroked her short hair around her ears, her petite frame exuding a grace unique to exotic creatures. “As long as half of us can get there, it's a big victory.” “But we wouldn't think so.” Roland thought for a moment and said, “Perhaps I have an idea. But it will have to be after the Spatial Magic Tower is defeated.”

Maromatha looked at her people and smiled happily. “We can wait. By the way Roland, you took care of me a lot before, and now you've helped me solve such a big problem, but there's nothing I can do in return. So… I'll cook you a barbecue that's unique to werecats.”

Roland was full of doubts; did the cat-people thank others by giving them food?

This was quite peculiar!

He was quite curious about what the werecat's special barbecue was, so he stayed.

As a result, it was not until the evening that Maromatha got the barbecue ready.

When the finished barbecue was brought up, Roland's face turned green.

Hanging from the barbecue skewers was a skinned mouse that had been grilled to a golden brown.

“Haha… looks pretty tasty…”

Roland's cheeks were twitching, and he somewhat regretted how he was so curious.

Werecats had cat habits, after all, and it seemed only natural that they loved to eat mice.

“It's not a mouse, it's a vole.” Maromatha laughed heartily, loving to see the suffering on Roland's face when he was clearly afraid to eat it but had to pretend he would.

Although Roland was a southerner, his generation was well fed as children and didn't starve, so they didn't eat any voles or anything like that, but most of the southern frontiersmen a few years older had eaten voles.

Voles were edible and tasted quite good in soup.

“Here you go.” Maromatha put a vole skewer in Roland's hand. “Try it, it's delicious.”

Looking at the vole on the wooden skewer, Roland swallowed. He was hesitant as to whether he should eat this thing when the sound of an explosion suddenly came from the distance.

Roland and Maromatha simultaneously looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Then they saw a plume of black smoke floating

up.

“It's over at the encampment.” Roland put the skewer in Maromatha's hands. “Looks like something's wrong, I'm going to help.”

Then he flew away and even looked like he was fleeing.

Maromatha giggled.

She took small bites of the vole skewer in her hand with a delighted expression.

With the rapid flight of Human Cannonball, Roland was soon above the base.

Just as he stopped, he saw the huge golem in the night, pushing apart the high walls of the base.

There were a lot of battle cries coming from the base.

The golem was followed by at least two hundred spatial Mages.

No sooner had Roland appeared here than a dozen or so Dimensional Anchors appeared in front of and behind him, directly “freezing” space around him.

The Spatial Bubble was unusable under the influence of the Dimensional Anchor, and he couldn't fly for the time being.

Then over a hundred rounds of ballistic spells were shot at him.

It looked like over two hundred rounds of fireworks chasing him. “As expected, they've raided the base.”

Roland muttered to himself and immediately ended Floating

His entire body plummeted downward, and when he was still more than ten meters from the ground, he immediately used Floating on himself again.

Becoming about as heavy as a feather, Roland landed gently on the sand and was about to launch an attack when suddenly several ice cones were shot at him.

It was incredibly fast, hitting him directly on his Magic Shield.

Because he was still under the effects of Floating, his weight was extremely light, and when these ice cones hit his Magic Shield, they knocked him nearly thirty meters back before the force of the impact dissipated.

Roland steadied himself on the sand again as he looked to the man who had just cast the spell. An old man had disguised his magic fluctuations and turned into a Master to hide among those ordinary Mages.

If he hadn't attacked, Roland wouldn't even have noticed this Legend.

Roland had seen the old man before, and though he didn't know his name, Roland had fought with him in the previous battle.

He knew how strong he was.

With one hit, the Legendary old man flew out of the array and landed in front of Roland.

Then another old man, too, came out of the array and flew up to Roland.

The two men blocked Roland's path.

“You two losers, how dare you stand in front of me?” said Roland with a smile. “Without that Great Elder of yours who can use the Mage's Disjunction, you two are no match for me.”

“We don't need to kill you,” Greene said in his gray robes, his hands folded into his sleeves. “We just need to hold you off for half an hour this time.”

Roland raised an eyebrow. “I doubt you guys can hold me off for half an hour.”

With that said, he was about to take out the magic brick from his Backpack to replenish his mana and prepare for his Elemental Embodiment.

Then at this moment, the two Legendary old men took out their scrolls at the same time.

Expressionlessly, they tore them up.

Roland was enveloped by a circle of translucent circular barriers.

Then these two people kept tearing at the scrolls, and barriers came down one after another.

The translucent barrier gradually thickened, and the originally translucent barrier also became blurry as its thickness increased.

The two Legends each brought at least twenty scrolls, and after they ran out, Roland could barely be seen inside the barrier.

The elders of the Spatial Magic Tower weren't good at fighting, but they were researchers after all.

This kind of defensive barrier was imprisonment magic when used on an enemy. When the scrolls ran out, the two Legends still didn't have enough peace of mind, so they immediately began to cast spells, using their magic to strengthen the defensive barrier again, seemingly trying to lock Roland inside for a long time.

Inside the barrier, Roland knocked on the thick layers of the barrier. He was speechless.

“Is this necessary?” Roland sighed. “I'm just a nobody, is it really necessary to use such exaggerated means against me?”.

Roland knew clearly that whether it was necessary wasn't a matter of what he said, but a matter of what they thought.

The two Legends cast another twenty times each before they stopped.

By now the defensive barrier had turned bright yellow, and just by looking at the outer shape, it was clear how strong the defensive barrier was.

And in the base, most players were a mess at this moment.

The Spatial Magic Tower's raid started in the evening, with the intelligent golem leading the charge and drawing most of the attacks from the Golden Sons.

Two hundred or so Mages then followed and began attacking with spells, bombarding them furiously, showing no mercy at all. They hated the Golden Sons to their core because they felt that their breath still stank of disgusting poop even now. In the command headquarters, Wright and a group of commanders ran out.

They looked at the golem that had already demolished half of the walls and they were all a little dumbfounded.

“Logically, shouldn't the boss be guarding a place, waiting for us to kill it?” Wright was quite confused. “Why did the golem come to us on its own, and bring with it cannon fodder?”

As he spoke, he suddenly saw the golem turn its head.

Two huge red beams of light shot out from both its eyes and shone directly upon Wright.

In an instant, Wright and the commanding officers around him all became flying ashes.

And the two beams continued to shine down back and forth in the base.

Within moments, at least three hundred people were cinders.

The intelligent golem then headed for the city, trampling and crushing all the buildings it could see wherever it passed.

And the two hundred spatial Mages followed closely behind.

Their hands glowed in different shades of red and green as small fireballs, curses, magic missiles, and other spells fired at the players around them.

Chapter end