Chapter 404 - Mages and Druids Are Differen (1/2)

Though the Druids were already determined to kill Vincent, they found it odd that he burst into fury not because he was going to be killed, but because he was complimented.

What kind of freak was that?

Although the Druids were confused, what they said was indeed sarcasm to Vincent, a proud young man from a rich family.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, it was indeed something to be proud of for a Mage to activate their magic s.h.i.+eld in two seconds.

But the problem was that most players were perfectionists in their hearts, who loved to climb for higher goals.

Roland, on the other hand, was the peak of Mages. Almost all other Mage players regarded him as a role model. Even those who weren’t Mage players would subconsciously compare a Mage to Roland when they evaluated that Mage.

Roland could cast almost all the spells he was capable of silently and instantly.

They had to do the same too, or it couldn’t prove that they had grasped the spell.

Almost all the Mage players believed in that, and Vincent was not an exception.

It had been a year since he came to the Magic Tower. He watched Roland master more and more spells and level up quickly.

Now, the players were level five on average, but Roland was already level seven and soon to be level eight, higher than all the other players.

He had been leveling up remarkably fast.

For Vincent, if he could not cast a magic s.h.i.+eld instantly, how could he protect himself in extremely harsh environments?

Two seconds were more than enough for the Agility cla.s.ses to kill him multiple times.

Therefore, Vincent felt that they were mocking him.

As a short-tempered rich kid, Vincent gathered a fireball in his hand that was about forty centimeters in diameter, before he charged with his magic s.h.i.+eld on.

Since they were only ten meters from each other, Vincent simply threw the fireball out after sprinting three meters.

It was exactly the self-exploding Inferior Fireball that Roland uploaded to the forum on the third day after the game was launched.

The orange fireball flew at the targets at a reasonable speed, but all the Druids were grave.

They had sensed the enormous magic power and the danger of the fireball.

Immediately, magic reactions were glittering.

Vines grew quickly from the ground, turning from small to big and from bright green to verdant after only one second.

They looked like infinite tentacles, or the flagella of a gigantic worm.

Those “flagella” grabbed the flying fireball, followed by infinitely more vines that tied the fireball up like a coc.o.o.n. The fireball exploded, but the coc.o.o.n merely s.h.i.+vered with a weird dull noise, and nothing happened.

Seeing that, Vincent was about to cast more fireb.a.l.l.s.

But then, vines quickly proliferated under his feet and rose from the ground, covering him in no more than three seconds.

The magic s.h.i.+eld cracked and was broken instantly.

The vines quickly wreathed Vincent like flowing water.

His bones were broken, and he was almost squeezed into a pulp of meat.

But the Druids saved some of their strength. Vincent was still alive.

Then, the vines were gone, leaving only one branch that was holding Vincent, who had lost the ability to fight.

He was completely soaked in blood, and there was not an unscathed part of his body except his head. He looked like a disfigured monster.

But he was still smiling.

The pain was insufferable for regular people, but since it had been reduced to one-tenth, it was not enough to make Vincent scream.

The Druids were all chilled by Vincent’s smile.

They couldn’t understand how such a b.l.o.o.d.y man could be smiling.