Chapter 384 - All Crazy (2/2)

The professionals were too strong. The players, in particular, had higher comprehensive attributes than NPCs of the same level.

Therefore, their battles could be very destructive. The wind they raised when they waved their sword could easily hurt ordinary people.

Roland walked to the stranger and asked, “Are you the sheriff?”

The man turned around and looked at Roland with a bitter smile. “That’s me, a useless sheriff… Wait, you’re Roland?”

Roland nodded. Then he asked in surprise, “Why are you only level two? I remember that you were level five.”

“I took my men to stop them. But my men were all killed, and I died at least twenty times too.” As he spoke, the sheriff squatted and wept. “They were all good guys who had their own families, but they have all been killed by the so-called Golden Sons. What can I tell their families? I’m just garbage. There’s nothing I can do to stop them.”

“F*ck!” Roland couldn’t help but bash the wall.

Even he couldn’t help but curse at this point.

Ignoring the sheriff, he flashed into the city and saw that four people were fighting.

They were three Warriors and a Hunter, who were engaged in an intense battle in the ruins.

The sword auras were sharp, and arrows flew now and then.

Not far away on the battlefield, an old man was hiding under a collapsed wall with a boy. He finally summoned enough courage to run with the boy, but he drew everybody’s attention the moment he rose.

The archer immediately shot an arrow at him.

It was purely his instinct to shoot any non-ally objects that were active. Thankfully, he didn’t aim well and only hit the old man’s shoulder.

The old man screamed and fell. The boy in his arms was thrown to the ground and burst into tears.

None of the four players showed any reaction. They still attacked each other crazily, trying to kill the enemy.

The old man’s scream and the boy’s crying did not earn their empathy at all.

Roland was more than infuriated to see that. He pointed his fingers at them, launching twenty-four Arcane Bullets.

Both parties immediately retreated and looked at Roland.

Noticing that Roland wasn’t on their side, they spoke at the same time: “Jalan Temple/Silver Wings are working here. Get lost now.”

d.a.m.n it!

Roland’s lungs were exploding in fury. He pointed his fingers again, initiating another wave of Arcane Bullets.

Those four people dodged simultaneously, but Roland suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind one of them.

Ice Ring!

Prismatic Spray!

One of the Warriors was immediately down. Roland then looked at the archer.

The other three players immediately fled.

They had recognized that this stranger was Roland, the best Mage server-wide.

It was impossible to defeat him.

“Today is your lucky day.”

Instead of chasing them, Roland ran to the unconscious old man and plucked the arrow from his shoulder, before he cast Minor Healing on the victim.

“I’ll escort you out of here.”

But the old man was frightened to see Roland when he opened his eyes. He immediately fell on his knees and hit his head on the ground, while he cried desperation, “Mr. Golden Son, please spare us! You can kill me, but please let go of my grandson! Please!”

The old man kowtowed hard, making loud noises.

Roland was instantly frozen, an awful look on his face.