The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 126

"With The Clash of the Eight Orders only three days away, where shall we stay?"

"We'll all be housed within the Lord's Keep, separated into eight different gardens. The championship will also be held there."

Myke was curious about Alavin. "What promise did you make to the Mollen family?"

"Merely forged a friendship," Alavin replied, gazing out at the bustling city and reminiscing about the imagery of Stormcast.

"Why are you so set on participating in The Clash of the Eight Orders?" Myke admitted that Alavin had strength and talent, and a fierce determination. But The Clash of the Eight Orders brings together the top scions of each Order, each more formidable than the last. Alavin had gone to the lengths of striking a deal with the Mollen family to secure his place. What was it all for? If he didn't win a single match, he’d return only to be scoffed at. If by some fluke he won one, at best, he’d be freed from servitude. Was it worth it?

Myke didn't understand, nor did the others.

Alavin let the curtain fall. "I've heard that the top five will be granted titles, and there are rich rewards within the Organization. That's what I'm after."

Myke was taken aback, Nikulas raised an eyebrow, Cedrick turned his head, and Mariela lifted her gaze. The atmosphere inside the carriage was strangely tense for a moment.

Alavin laughed. "One should have aspirations, right? What if they come true?"

The others were speechless, not knowing what to say.

Nikulas suddenly spoke, "I feel... you're planning something."

Alavin chuckled lightly. "Don't think of me as so complex. I'm a simple man."

Again, speechless, they thought. You? Simple? You're simply mad.

At the entrance of the Lord's Keep, a procession awaited, and a venerable elder with white hair hastened to greet them. "Commander Kashann! It's been two years; have you missed your old friend?"

The Cobalt Strike Commander lifted the curtain, stepping out with five Elders to meet him. "The Lord of the Keep, as grand as ever."

The man appeared old but was vigorous and full of presence. He grasped the Commander's arm with enthusiasm. "You, my friend, should visit your old comrade more often. Please, come inside! Commander of the Earthbound Spirits has just arrived."

"Please, after you." The Cobalt Strike Commander smiled and walked hand in hand with the elder into the Lord's Keep, while Marthew and the other Elders also greeted the host's other venerable friends with laughter and conversation as they entered.

"Is that the Lord of Warriors' Vale?" Alavin stepped down from the carriage, watching the old man's retreating figure, which at a glance seemed no different from that of an ordinary man.

"Don't underestimate him or the Doramon family. The reason Warriors' Vale can remain neutral between the Eight Orders and the Five Lords is because of the Doramon family's profound heritage and strength, as well as their vast and intricate network of alliances," Cedrick said, dismounting the carriage.

An old man approached with a warm smile, leading them towards the keep. "Please, follow me. We must register at the keep first to make the arrangements."

The Lord's Keep of Warriors' Vale was, in truth, a classic garden estate, divided into many distinct gardens, each featuring a different landscape style and occupying a vast area. There were secluded old woods, crystal-clear lakes, winding pavilions and paths, as well as a variety of elegant and refined cottages, and even several spacious training halls.

The elder led them into a delicate garden shaded by green trees with a clear stream running through. The air was filled with a refreshing scent that made one want to take a deep breath and calm their heart.

As they entered the garden, a troop approached them head-on. These men were not only tall and robust with noble features, but they also radiated a powerful aura, were clad in heavy armor, and strode with the confidence.

They were the competing team from the Earthbound Spirits! All male protégés!

Within the Eight Orders of the Northlands, two Orders were quite special, recruiting protégés and practicing Combat Magic of a singular type. These were the Earthbound Spirits and the Skyborne Rivers. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The Earthbound Spirits recruited protégés with an extraordinary sensitivity to Terran Power, practicing earth, stone, and dust-based Combat Magic. As a result, each Protégé was especially burly, exuding a strong masculine charm, and possessing astonishing explosive power.