The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 243

Alavin left Stormcast under the cover of night, traversing the wilderness to return to the Cloudveil Woods, but now their duo had become a trio, with Mariela joining them.

Mariela had not anticipated that Alavin would uncover the culprit of past crimes so swiftly, nor connect the dots of the entire affair so unbelievably. She was certain the Chained Spirit was involved, and naturally, she followed Alavin, curious about his intentions and whether he would ally with the Chained Spirit to endanger Cobalt Strike.

“Mariela, you seem quite knowledgeable about the past events. Did your mentor tell you?” Alavin was no longer nervous as he entered the forest. With Godfred, the Master Mage, by his side, not only could he travel comfortably, but he could also hunt Magi-Monsters to refine his newly acquired Combat Magic.

“What are you trying to say?” Mariela remained as cool and aloof as ever. Her steps were light. It was almost as if she was gliding as she followed the sprinting Alavin.

“Do you know what the ancient sword is called?”

“Immortal Edge!”

“Are you familiar with Watchful Shore?”

“I know of a secret buried there, nothing more.”

“When Cobalt Strike joined forces with Stormcast to seek the Immortal Edge, was it only the Grand Elder involved, or were there others?”

“What are you trying to say?” Mariela glanced at Alavin, who seemed to be strolling casually, cutting through the branches and underbrush ahead of him.

“Just wondering.”

“You once said you hated your enemies but wouldn't hate Cobalt Strike.”

“I've never hated Cobalt Strike. I'm not a mad dog that bites everyone. But a vendetta must be settled, no? Isn't that what makes us human?”

“And how do you plan to settle this vendetta?”

“However, it can be settled. I'm known for being decisive and swift.”

“Does your decisiveness mean killing people?”

“What else should I do, leave them to harm me? An enemy deserves death, no matter whether there are ten or a hundred. My sword... does not shy away from blood.” Alavin climbed to a higher branch, glanced back at Mariela, and with a powerful leap, navigated swiftly through the ancient boughs.

Mariela slowed to a stop. Her mentor was right; once Alavin knew the truth, his hatred would shift from the sole Grand Elder to encompass many others.

Godfred followed at his own pace, then suddenly said, “Miss Mariela, Lord Alavin is not bad. Having a strong man is surely better than those unmanly types. It offers a sense of security. If he seems suitable, you might as well accept him.”

Mariela decisively ignored Godfred. What was with this family and being worried about Alain not finding a bride?

Three days later, they had traveled for hundreds of kilometers, delving deep into the heart of Cloudveil Woods. Here, Magi-Monsters roamed, and danger lurked at every turn, forcing them to slow down to avoid attacks.

However, the first encounter they had was not with Magi-Monsters, but with a mysterious troop. They moved like a pack of hunting wolves, racing through the dense forest, utterly ignoring the nearby Magi-Monsters and dangers. They wore identical garb, wielded the same curved blades, and donned the same white jade masks with only two narrow slits, which looked incredibly eerie. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The troop of over a hundred spread out and moved like an invisible net, searching and hunting for something.

“Lord Alavin, be careful.” Godfred stood behind Alavin and Mariela. His body was wreathed in purple mist, ready to whisk them away at a moment's notice.

“Don't use Combat Magic; don't provoke them,” Mariela cautioned as she watched the black-clothed troop whiz by. They must’ve been assassins from some organization. Their presence was as sharp as the hunting wolves, like unsheathed swords, yet their brazen actions in Cloudveil Woods were strange. They either had overwhelming confidence or were a group of ruthless figures.