The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 265

"Be wary, something's amiss," Mariela cautioned them, her senses on high alert.

"Don't bloody play tricks, are you after the treasure?" A Protégé began to rebuke, but a flash of white light struck him like a thunderbolt, sending him staggering back several paces. He opened his mouth slightly, looking down at the fist-sized wound that had appeared on his chest. The Protégé swayed, then weakly fell to his knees, his head dropping as he succumbed to death.

"What's happened?" The others were shocked. They hadn't seen who had struck.

Thump, thump, two dull sounds, two sprays of blood. Two more Protégés were sent flying, one with a chest pierced through, the other with a hole in his head. Both were dead on the spot.

"Take heed! Something's not right!" The Cobalt Strike Protégés gathered together, weapons at the ready, invoking their Combat Magic for a formidable defense.

Eyla was about to release Gwenda when a white light flashed before her, piercing Gwenda through the chest with a powerful force that sent her crashing out of the old temple, where she fell to the ground. Her eyes were wide with shock, and her features distorted, not just from Eyla's torment but from the deadly crimson wound on her chest.

Gwenda opened her mouth, as if to say something last, but no sound came out.

"Gwenda!" Adirich cried out in anguish, about to rush forward but was yanked back by Admus, and forcibly pulled back to his side.

That very moment, a white light whizzed by Adirich, tearing his clothes but leaving his skin unscathed. Had Admus not pulled him away, he might have been another corpse on the ground. Adirich was chilled to the bone, stunned on the spot.

"It seems we're not alone," Eyla calmly stepped forward.

The others rolled their eyes. That was stating the obvious.

"Squeak!" A sudden shrill cry from the small fox in Eyla's arms made its fur stand on end. A white light surged forward, aiming straight for Eyla.

Eyla's crimson eyes narrowed slightly as a transparent shield emanated from her, not one but two layers!

Buzz! The white light collided with the shield, exploding in a spray of blood, accompanied by a mournful cry, as the 'white light' rebounded to the ground.

"Advanced Mage Stage II!" Roald and the others were deeply moved. Clearly, Eyla had conjured two layers of energy shields and had made her breakthrough.

"What is this creature? A little wolf?" Eyla curiously looked at the 'corpse' on the ground. It was a tiny white wolf no larger than a palm, with bright, smooth white fur that made it look rather adorable, but its claws and fangs were as sharp as silver needles.

A white light struck behind Alavin, who grasped it with reflexes as quick as lightning while simultaneously summoning thunder and lightning in his palm. With a crisp snap, the white light was firmly caught in his grip. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a small wolf, but it was no young cub; it was a fully grown wolf, simply small in stature.

"Howl!" Suddenly, a piercing wolf howl rang out, and six white lights, like white lightning, struck Alavin with terrifying speed.

"Watch out!" Eyla moved to assist, but Alavin's form glowed as he conjured an energy shield, meticulously guarding himself.

Boom, boom, boom, all six white lights slammed against the energy shield, killing the attackers on impact, leaving behind only sprays of blood as they rebounded to the ground.

Eyla's eyes shone with fascination, her bewitching smile deepening. A newly minted Advanced Mage with a stable energy shield, it was impressive indeed, a sign of high aptitude.

"Howl!"

"Howl!"

Loud wolf howls echoed from all directions as a multitude of small white wolves surrounded them. They were diminutive in size and not particularly strong, easily blocked by energy shields, but their numbers grew and grew, thousands upon thousands, enough to make one's skin crawl. These little white wolves were incredibly fast, and streaks of white light darted chaotically, converging on their location.

“How can there be creatures here? How have they survived until now?” Adirich gasped in shock. Not everyone was an Advanced Mage. If the wolf pack launched a collective assault, what chance would the Novice Mages have?

“Everyone, form up, Advanced Mages on the outside!” Roald commanded loudly.

The Cobalt Strike Protégés formed a circle, shielding the Novice Mages within. They were not only numerous, but their strength was also formidable, with most being Protégés in their twenties or thirties. There were sixteen Advanced Mages among them.

Lylian and the others, however, were infuriated. The Cobalt Strike moved swiftly and decisively, but they had made no move to include them in their protection.

Too selfish!

Alavin frowned slightly, noting Roald’s ulterior motive. It was clear he was waiting for Alavin and his group to shamelessly wedge themselves in, to satisfy his own vanity.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Roald glanced at Alavin as if waiting for him to initiate a request for cooperation. It was ungentlemanly to play such games at a critical moment. Pretending to ignore it, Alavin gestured an invitation to Lylian and her group.