Chapter 573 - 1. Theres no title] (1/2)
Chapter 573 (1. There’s no t.i.tle]
The most troubling thing about elemental creatures was that the environment changed almost permanently where they lingered.
The desert at night was cold enough, and after Roland turned into his ice-man form, the elemental creature’s unique elemental field kept expanding. And Roland had the intention to do this, expanding the field a little faster than normal.
A radius of a kilometer or so was now completely covered in frost.
The temperature of the desert at night would drop to about minus 10 degrees, and now, the temperature near Roland had gradually reached minus 30 degrees.
Such low temperatures were about as cold as room temperature for a Legendary Mage. Even if his physique was worse, he was still a professional. Ordinary people wearing more clothes could still withstand the temperature, so there was no reason why the Legendary Mage couldn’t. And the Magic s.h.i.+eld itself could ensure that his body temperature wouldn’t change. Whether temperature increased rapidly or dropped sharply. Looking at the frosty world stretching out of sight, the yellow-robed Mage sighed helplessly. He magic power was almost fumes at this point. Although the Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball was amazingly powerful, the magic power it consumed was also quite shocking.
Moreover, the yellow-robed Mage was using version 1.0 of the fireball, while Roland’s fireball had now evolved to version 2.3.
More power, lower magic consumption, and faster magic condensation.
It was true that the blue fireball restrained Roland’s ice elemental form, but Roland had the field advantage.
The desert itself was a low-temperature environment, and now there was a wide field of ice.
An Inferior Fireball at best affected the temperature in a radius of more than ten meters, and the temperature would only rise for a short amount of time before the cold air around it pushed through.
In such a cold environment, Roland’s ice elemental form was getting stronger and stronger. The ice cone was also becoming more and more powerful.
The opposite was true of the yellow-robed Mage.
The vast majority of the Mages of this world could not regenerate magic power in battle. They needed to “meditate” to regenerate magic power.
Either that or chug alchemy potions, which was what the players called blue potions.
At this point, the yellow-robed Mage had felt the amount of magic power in his body dwindling, and the basic magic elements in the air were transforming into ice elements at a rather fast rate.
The transformation of ice elements into fire elements required an additional “procedure,” which would increase his magic power consumption even more.
He threw another fireball, resulting in an explosion just like before.
Roland, like before, was sent flying by the explosion.
But this time, he only broke one leg made of ice, instead of shattering like before.
“You lose, Legendary Mage.”
Roland stood up from the ground, and his left leg recovered in a flash. A dozen larger and thicker ice cones appeared in front of Roland.
A new round of the iced Hands of Magic also descended from the air.
The yellow-robed Mage looked quite bitter; he certainly knew he had lost.
Along with the Dimensional Anchor limiting his instantaneous movement ability, the field of ice continued to convert the basic magic elements around him while continuing to lower the temperature of the air.
As the temperature lowered further, it meant that to resist the cold, the consumption of Magic s.h.i.+eld would slightly increase.
At the same time, the low temperature would replenish Roland’s body of ice.
One continued to weaken and the other slowly strengthened.
The offense and defense had completely s.h.i.+fted at this point.
The yellow-robed Mage regretted the moment when Roland used Dimensional Anchor. If he had been more decisive at the moment, he could have used all his strength to forcefully confront the spatial magic with spatial magic, and sparing the injury of his spirit, still managed to forcefully break through Dimensional Anchor. It was just that he had been careless and hadn’t expected that after limiting the mobility of a spatial Mage, he, a proper Legendary Mage, actually couldn’t defeat a young boy who hadn’t long been a Master. It was clear that he had the advantage in terms of magic power, magic control ability, and even magic strength. It was clearly an overwhelming situation, but the tides were turned.
This endless, regretful hate left him especially torn and even depressed.
“I concede.” The yellow-robed Mage stood still, his gaze direct as he tried to look as dignified as possible. “I can pay a high price to redeem my life.”
Roland stilled as he too pondered.
The other party wanted to make him stay, and even had some killing intent toward him. Logically, Roland should just kill this yellow-robed Mage to tie all loose ends.
But a lot of times, people shouldn’t be too capricious, even in this game.
Because this game was too real, so real that Roland thought it was a real world.
Here, in addition to player friends, Roland also had NPC friends.
Andonara, Vivian, Stephanie, and so on… If the acquaintances he knew in Holleven were counted, there were at least hundreds of people who were connected to Roland.
Killing the yellow-robed Mage would certainly be a relief, but the consequences could be very troublesome.
A Legendary Mage, for any organization, was a nuclear bomb, a powerful aircraft carrier.
For example, the bald eagle’s[1] nuclear bomb was stolen, their aircraft carrier was blown up, and it was an organization like the Whitewater Mercenary Corps[2] that did it. What would be the reaction of the bald eagle?
They would probably send a mechanized army to blow up the mercenary corps till not even ashes could be found.
By the same logic, if Roland killed the yellow-robed Mage…
There was indeed a good chance that the Red Magic Tower would pay a great price to protect Roland.
But that would be all.
Roland’s friends and family would certainly not be within the protection of the Red Magic Tower.
At that time, what the furious Spatial Magic Tower would do to the people of Delpon, Roland dared not imagine.
So even though the other party harbored ill intentions and had made the first move, Roland really couldn’t kill the other party.
“Then what price are you willing to pay to redeem your life?”
Since Roland couldn’t kill, he could only try to take as much interest as possible to compensate for his gloomy, stifled mood.
“A ring with a nice amount of s.p.a.ce attached, about a cubic meter or so.”
The yellow-robed age shook his left hand, and there was a ring with a colorless gem on his ring finger, a faint magical glow emitting from the gem.
Who needs your portable s.p.a.ce ring! We players have a Backpack of eight cubic meters.
Roland was about to say that when he suddenly remembered something.
Andonara didn’t have a portable s.p.a.ce yet.
The players weren’t too fond of small spatial equipment because they had their Backpacks.
But for the people of this world, portable spatial equipment was a very valuable item, and there was no more than three figures of such equipment in the world.
It was probably about 70 pieces. And a cubic meter of spatial equipment was already quite big
I should give it to Andonara.
“Okay.”
Roland agreed, then held out his right hand.
The yellow-robed Mage sighed helplessly and took off the spatial ring on his left hand.
The spatial ring also contained a lot of gold coins as well as gems, which was a large sum of money, and if it was given to Roland, his fortune would be sharply reduced by at least half.
The yellow-robed Mage took the ring and reluctantly held it out, but when he was about to hand it over to Roland, he suddenly took it back, and at the same time the Magic s.h.i.+eld on his body was abruptly and substantially strengthened.
Roland froze for a moment, and then instinctively covered his head.
It was also at this time that the Dimensional Anchor Roland had set up earlier was broken.
The transparent spatial chains around them broke inch by inch, turning into basic elemental particles and disappearing into the air.