The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 256

Another possibility dawned on him – Alavin might have already entered the ancient ruins!

“This is the first time I’ve seen the Commander unleash his power. It’s so strong,” Alavin marveled at the celestial lights. The eight streams of light, like mighty rivers, intertwined in the sky, converging into a path that reached the heavens. Such divine might, such energy, it was like a god looking down upon all – a stark contrast to the Commander he usually saw.

He was a mere mortal and a celestial being. The sensation was entirely different.

Mariela said, "Of course, the Commander is strong. The Commanders of the Eight Orders of the Northlands are the pinnacle of power in the Northlands, all above Archmage Stage V. At their level, they can control their aura at will. Normally, they seem casual, but in battle, they possess the power to move mountains and divert rivers. Give it to me straight, what exactly are you planning?"

Alavin replied with an easy smile, "Just admiring the scene, broadening my horizons, nothing more."

"Don't take me for a fool!"

"Well, actually, being a foolish woman isn't so bad."

Godfred chuckled quietly, discreetly moving away to give them some space.

Mariela sternly reminded Alavin, "The bigger the commotion, the more likely things will spiral out of control. Don't play with fire and get burned!"

Alavin grinned and winked. "Are you worried about me?"

Mariela remained as cool as ever. "Are you flirting with me?"

Alavin opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words.

"Speak up!" Mariela couldn't hold back any longer.

"I have it under control. I just asked them to lend a hand, and no one will get hurt."

Mariela was sensitive. “Lend a hand with what?”

“You’ll see in a few days. Just bear with it a bit longer, I can assure you no one will get hurt.”

“Your assurance? You haven’t even been to the Ancient Kingdom, and the Chained Spirit within you hasn’t either. How much do you know about the Ancient Kingdom to make such a promise?”

“Huh, you do have a point.”

“You…" Mariela was more than just irritated. Although she was cold and proud, she was cultured and had manners, but lately, Alavin had been constantly provoking her.

The sunken kingdom's ruins continued to emit a strong light, and the Eighteen Kings exuded a vast energy, drawing more and more Magi-Monsters, and attracting more powerful beings by the day.

Cobalt Strike had over a dozen Elders and hundreds of Protégés arrive, with the Grand Elder himself hurrying to the seas to stand by the Cobalt Strike Commander's side. They formed the strongest force within the maritime region, deterring the other restless Magi-Monsters. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

However, over the next few days, Lord Viperbane, Lord Warbringer, the Bloodlore, as well as the Sisterhood of the Floral Enchantress, Amber Valley, and many other top-tier human forces arrived, making the situation at sea increasingly complex.

Lord Viperbane and Lord Warbringer, both among the Five Lords of the Northlands, had arrived in person.

Lord Viperbane's mount was a fiery red wyvern. Its scales were shimmering and radiant, with a dragon’s aura emanating tremendous pressure. Its dragon roar challenged the beasts of the sea.

Lord Warbringer rode in a magnificent chariot, which came gliding through the clouds, pulled by two mighty beasts that resembled angry lions with fearsome scales. Despite their ferocious nature, they willingly served the two youths guiding them.

The Bloodlore and the Sect of the Hidden Essence were also led by their Commanders, and they brought along many young Protégés.

Alavin spotted familiar faces like Eyla, Lylian, and Aymee, all of whom had participated in The Clash of Eight Orders.

"I thought you'd be at Stormcast," Cedrick suddenly emerged from the woods behind Alavin.

Alavin was surprised. "How did you find me?"

"Your sword has a spirit, and my knife has a soul. They've battled before. They're well acquainted." Cedrick cast a curious glance at Mariela. How come she was with Alavin? He didn't mince his words and asked directly. "Are you two an item now?"

Alavin's eye twitched, choking on his words - that was bold.

Mariela simply ignored him, not even giving him a glance.

"Advanced Mage?" Cedrick eyed Alavin.

"Just broke through."

"Me too." Cedrick moved next to him, looking out at the tense atmosphere over the sea. His long hair was flowing, and his gaze was sharp as he exuded an even more defiant aura.

Alavin wasn't surprised; with Cedrick's talent and having gone through the harsh battles of The Clash of Eight Orders, a breakthrough was just a matter of course. "What brings you here?"

"I had just advanced a few days ago. I was planning to go to Stormcast, but on the way, I heard about a secret treasure emerging here, so I came to have a look."