Chapter 584 - The Tragedy of the Great Elder (2/2)

At that time, although the net could hit the low-flying vampires, soon the vampires would break free, resulting in poor crowd control.

So since that time, many players began to improve the production technology of cast nets.

Eventually wire nets were produced, and even some magic materials were added into them, substantially strengthening the toughness of the nets.

Of these fifty or so wire nets, thirteen of them actually hit Morton.

They Instantly wrapped him into a wire ball.

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Because of the Magic Shield still being in place, these wire nets naturally couldn’t be tied to his body, but with a dozen or so nets on top of him

—at least five kilograms or so per net-and suddenly having about eighty kilograms more weight to carry, his flight speed not only slowed down, but his flight altitude dropped further.

Damn!

Through the Magic Shield, Morton saw that his vision was blocked by a thick layer of wire nets, and he could no longer distinguish his direction.

Flying slower and lower attracted more cast net attacks.

In less than ten seconds, he had another twenty or so nets over his body.

He was no longer a ball of wire but a cocoon of wire.

The kind where you couldn’t even see the man inside.

“Get him, get him!”

The players running on the ground yelled.

At that moment, a plane climbed up above Morton’s head and then came crashing down almost vertically with the force of gravity.

The plane was obviously an old propeller plane, but with potential energy acceleration, it almost flew at the speed of an old jet.

Then the human-powered plane directly hit Morton at a bold angle.

The pilot of the plane didn’t have a parachute, and the two people who hung on the wings also didn’t jump away. The three of them used their own weight to add more potential impact to the plane.

The plane whistled down and hit Morton, who was flying slower and slower. The moment it hit, the plane fell apart, splattering wood all over the sky. The momentum transferred, and Morton was sent crashing to the ground like a discharged cannonball.

The three players crashed to the ground amidst the wood debris in the sky, immediately becoming three masses of pixels that were hard to look at.

Morton was still alive, his Magic Shield softening the vast majority of the impact of the fall for him. He struggled to his feet, which would have been hard for anyone with thirty or forty cast nets over the outside of their Magic Shield and a total weight of at least two hundred kilograms of external weight pressing down on them.

Yet, Morton still stood up.

It was hard.

He couldn’t see what was outside the shield, but he could use his mental power to probe the surroundings. A dense sea of people was rapidly approaching, and there were already people surrounding him. The Summoner girls whose mounts ran fast could maneuver much quicker than most of the players.

I can’t escape?

The thought flashed through Morton’s mind as he looked at the cast nets outside his Magic Shield.

Then a profound fear arose in his heart.

Everyone was afraid of death, and so was Morton.

He could not see outside but shouted anyway. “I am the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower. If you let me go, I will…”

Before he finished bribing, he felt a heavy blow to the head.

It was a good thing the Magic Shield was in the way, so he didn’t take much damage.

However, cracks appeared on the outer layer of the Magic Shield.

Now Morton was even more anxious. “Listen to me, I can really give you a lot of money, a lot of money!”

Then what he heard in his ears was the excited, charging roar of the Golden Sons.

Cracks in the Magic Shield had grown to the front and back.

Morton took a deep breath and said, “Ten gold coins per person.” “Who the hell will believe you!”

If there was some hesitation a moment ago, the players were all indignant now.

There were at least thirty to forty thousand players in Wetland City.

Ten gold coins per person was a rich reward of three or four hundred thousand.

No one thought Morton could get this amount of money simply because it was just too much.

Then came the players’ frenzied attacks.

After a few people had attacked at a close range, the cast net on Morton had been cut away so much that he could already see ahead.

A dense sea of people, and all these Golden Sons were looking at him with smiling eyes.

It was like some of the nobles who were into men he had seen as a child.

“A Mage has to die like a gentleman.” Morton looked at the players swarming around in despair. “But don’t you all even think about meeting a good end.”

Half an hour later, the forum was flooded with posts of gratitude to Roland.

The content was much the same.

“I didn’t expect that this boss that spawned was actually the final boss to be defeated in some epic quest. Who got it here?” “Who else could it be but Roland?”

“Doesn’t Roland have a white cat now? Let’s drag the black cat away.”

“Now that the big boss has been executed, the next thing to watch is the progress of those players who’ve crossed the ocean.” “The boss actually self-destructed, how troublesome.”

Morton didn’t bring much out, so the players didn’t find anything of value, but the good thing was that this was related to the epic quest, so even if they wasted most of their Dimensional Anchor scrolls, they felt it was worth it.

At this time, outside of Tebesia, a small square-shaped gathering area had been built.

More than three hundred fire feces Warlocks were ready to go.