Chapter 583 - The Golden Sons Never Feel Bad About Fighting For Money (2/2)

How could they be so wasteful?

In reality, Morton didn’t know that the vast majority of the Dimensional Anchor scrolls in the hands of the players were produced in Wetland City. Betta hadn’t learned much magic at the Red Magic Tower, but just a handful of magic scroll making abilities. He could produce scrolls in large quantities at a low cost of only about thirty silver coins per Dimensional Anchor scroll.

Also, he was the mayor of Wetland City; it was quite easy to recruit a large number of NPC workers and build a production chain here. From soup to nuts, material acquisition, scroll making, and selling.

So all guilds would acquire magic scrolls from Betta, whether it was for Dimensional Anchor or Language Proficiency, and they would always have some stock in their guild warehouse.

This was also the main source of income for the government agencies in Wetland City.

In short, Wetland City didn’t have much of anything except magic scrolls right now.

Because of the ability to teleport, the spatial Mages didn’t have to research deeply into flight magic.

As long as the spell allowed flight and had decent speed, it would do. But no matter how fast, could it be more impressive than Teleportation?

So Morton’s flight speed was only about 18 meters per second.

Not slow, but not fast either.

Seeing him flying toward the outer city, the pitch-black sea of players ran after him.

While running, some people cast debuffs and threw Dimensional Anchor scrolls. But running was ultimately not as fast as flying, and soon the players on the ground were going to be left behind. Seeing that Morton was about to leave the confines of Dimensional Anchor, the players got a little anxious and shouted.

“The boss is going to escape. He’ll teleport when he is out of the range of Dimensional Anchor. Who has a way to restrain him?”

“Damn, how come every boss is so good at running, the dark angel was like that and this one too.”

“Tie the scrolls to the arrows and shoot them.”

“Good idea.”

Among the players, there were still some with clever ideas, and as soon as this was shouted, there were immediately players with fast reflexes that did so. Seeing the boundary of the Dimensional Anchor right before him, Morton was delighted. He was about to fly out, but he suddenly saw that several very different “big-headed arrows” flew past him and then blossomed into a transparent pattern of light.

Several more Dimensional Anchors unfolded around Morton.

Morton froze at first, then the veins on his head bulged out.

What the f*** is wrong with these Golden Sons, spending so many resources to keep me around. Are they crazy or what?

Is it necessary to do this?

Just when he was annoyed, there was a wave of fluttering sounds from behind him, and he turned around to find a large number of flying summoned beasts.

At this moment, with a stifled breath in his chest, he saw the flying summoned beasts diving toward him and said angrily, “Get the hell out of here.”

With his roar, a giant whirlwind took shape, moving toward the beasts at great speed and churning up the airflow over a wide area, sucking a large group of flying beasts directly into it and twisting them into a sky of bloody debris.

Several players were also caught up in it, following the tornado as it disappeared into the distance.

Seeing that the flying summoned beasts had disappeared, Morton snorted, seemingly a little smug.

Then he turned around and continued. He didn’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to shake off these brutes who were running on the ground while he was flying in the air.

Just as he was thinking this, a sudden, strange rumbling came from behind him.

He looked back and saw several strange wooden birds following him, and in front of the left and right wings of these strange wooden birds, there was a rotating wind blade, which looked like two transparent discs when they spun.

Morton froze. What the hell is this?

Not to mention Morton, almost all of the players froze.

It wasn’t surprising that human-powered planes could keep up with Morton’s flight, but… the players had a different perspective.

These human-powered planes had double-layered left and right wings, which made the wings a bit stronger and ensured that they wouldn’t just fall apart even if the materials weren’t quite up to snuff.

However… a player was hanging on the lower wing.

This player hooked their legs upside down on the lower wing and then drew their bow and shot an arrow upside down.

After shooting an arrow, they took out another one from their Backpack.

A dozen planes came chasing, each with a bowman hanging upside down on the left and right wings.

All kinds of multi-shot arrows and guided arrows flew across the sky.

The atmosphere was like the MiG Alley.

“Is this the legendary human-powered intelligent self-targeting machine gun?”

The players were shocked.

Which guild’s players were they, knowing how to play so well? Outside the city, the Phoenix Guild’s girls chased after Morton on their horses, and they naturally saw the dozen or so “combo” planes in the air.

“These men are such children. It’s a wonder they thought of such playful tricks.”

“Men are children until they die, and this game just amplifies their childishness.”

While these two girls were talking, a dozen planes soon caught up with Morton and tailed him closely.

Morton was being shot at non-stop by two dozen archers, and the Magic Shield behind him clanged repeatedly. It didn’t break his defenses for now but distracted him to no end.

With a roar, he turned around and instantly fired an air cannonball.

The planes behind them reacted extremely quickly, scattering at once, and one even performed a roll.

Then the two players hanging below the wings were miserable, like two rocks on a sling, pulled straight left and right into a straight line, spinning in a circle as the plane turned.

At the same time, a mournful scream was heard even on the ground.

So pitiful!

Of course, some particular players expressed a different view.

“It’s so cool to watch. It’s even better than riding on a rollercoaster. I want to try it so badly.”

The planes spread out and encircled Morton, while the “human machine cannons” shot out an occasional Dimensional Anchor that continued to block Morton’s ability to teleport.

“These crooked ways, these damn flies.” Morton pointed at one of the nearest flying human-powered planes. “Mage’s Disjunction.”

In his mind, this kind of thing that could fly into the air must be some kind of very special magic machine.

As for why their magic power couldn’t be felt, a magic array that masked the magic power should have been used, giving this particular flying magic machine the ability to conduct stealthy reconnaissance.

But any object that was made out of magic would lose its ability to fly even if it didn’t fall apart under Mage’s Disjunction.

However, to his surprise, not only did the flying magic machine not fall apart after being hit by Mage’s Disjunction, it was actually able to continue flying.

Could it be that Mage’s Disjunction failed?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a certain Golden Son hanging beneath the magic machine scream, sounding rather alarmed.

This person’s entire set of magic equipment was dispersed into magical elements.

He became nude.

A long fleshy maggot fluttered alluringly with the strong wind; it was quite magical. And disgusting!