The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 266

“Hmph,” Lylian snorted at Roald and led her three girls over to Alavin’s side.

“Thank you,” Aymee whispered her gratitude. She was an Advanced Mage Protégé, but she couldn’t protect her friends alone.

“We should take refuge in the temple,” Lylian suggested just as the Cobalt Strike team rushed there first, securing a strategic position and using the temple to block the wolf pack.

“Damn it, are all of you from Cobalt Strike like this?” Lylian stamped her foot in frustration.

“Don’t tar everyone with the same brush. There are still good people around,” Alavin coughed lightly.

“What do we do now?” Aymee activated her energy shield, guarding the outer perimeter, anxiously watching the growing number of wolves. They might appear tiny, but their speed and lethality were terrifying.

“We’ll fight our way out,” Alavin and Cedrick exchanged glances and spoke in unison. They led the way, their swords’ energy soaring, their blades’ presence overwhelming. They picked up pace, charging into the wolf pack with a clear cry.

“Protect yourselves,” Aymee and Eyla followed closely, guarding Mariela and the others.

“By the gods, yes!” The apprentices of Cobalt Strike cheered, filled with excitement. With the wolves drawn to Alavin, their location would surely be secure.

“They’re signing their own death warrants.” Adirich watched Alavin flee, chanting inwardly for death to claim him quickly.

“Fall of Eternity!” Alavin unleashed a sky-full of sword’s energy, sharp and bone-chilling, fiercely charging and swirling into a torrent that swept through the wolf pack.

Cedrick, with blades in both hands, danced through the fray, instantly releasing thirty-six streaks of light that wove into a deadly curtain of blades, shattering the earth and charging at the wolves.

The wolves howled furiously, throwing themselves one after another into battle, their thousands forming a collective assault like white lightning ravaging the field, filling everyone’s vision. Each white wolf moved with astonishing speed and destructive force. Their violent impacts nearly shattered their energy shields and churned their blood and breath.

Eyla and Aymee stood their ground, while Mariela and the others continuously cast dazzling Combat Magic, striking at the wolves. The eight of them joined forces, with Combat Magic crisscrossing and killing intent surging, nearly turning into a colossal meat grinder, and forcefully piercing through the wolf pack. Snowflakes filled the sky, and remnants flew, a sight too ghastly to bear. Their frenzy incensed the wolves, whose howls rose and fell in waves, gathering in dense masses from afar.

“Kill them!” Adirich and the others watched eagerly, wishing the wolves would overwhelm them there and then.

“Damn it, that cursed Alavin!” Roald’s face suddenly paled.

“What’s wrong?”

“The more we fight, the more wolves appear. If Alavin dies, the wolves will turn and besiege us.”

At his words, the faces of the others turned sour.

“We must leave this place at once!”

“While Alavin and the others draw the wolves’ attention, we should retreat elsewhere.”

“Yes, yes, we can’t just sit here and wait for death.”

“Where did these wolves come from? What have they been feeding on for a thousand years?”

The Cobalt Strike Protégés urged each other to leave quickly. “Charge in the opposite direction!” Roald commanded, leading his team out of the ruined temple and fleeing without looking back. They hastened away while Alavin drew the wolves’ attention. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“The wolves keep coming. Alavin, is this your grand plan?” Lylian and the others turned pale, barely able to hold on as the wolves swarmed in greater numbers, finding every opening. The wolves sent shivers down the Protégés’ spines, making their hairs stand on end.

“Thousands of wolves… there must be an alpha. There!" Alavin suddenly broke away from the group, sprinting and leaping into the air, hurling more than a dozen throwing knives furiously ahead.

Amidst the chaotic pack, a group of slightly larger white wolves guarded a golden pup. The golden wolf held its head high and its tail aloft. Its posture was proud and solitary. The golden wolf howled furiously at Alavin, leading its guard to retreat and dodge the flying knife.

"Pulsar Pike!" Alavin landed with a somersault, unleashing a wild whirlwind that sent scores of young wolves flying, throwing the pack into disarray.

"Thunder Echo!" Alavin's body crackled with lightning, unleashing a deafening roar like a thunderbolt from the heavens, shattering more than a dozen young wolves.

The explosive sounds spread for a kilometer, wailing many wolves and causing Cedrick and the others to reel with dizziness.

Roald and the others, who were in the midst of fleeing, turned back in surprise, wondering what had transpired.