The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 267

The Golden Wolf was enraged, unleashing a piercing howl that echoed through the forest. The pack of hundreds shook their heads vigorously, snapping out of their daze, and charging heedlessly towards Alavin.

With eyes sharp as daggers and an aura as vibrant as a lightning, Alavin thundered forward. His energy shield blazed as he rammed through the wolf pack, carving his way to the Golden Wolf.

"Grand Arcanum of the Blade, the third form! Enigma of the Ether Cloud!"

The Grand Arcanum of the Blade stirred the heavens with a tempest of sword's energy, a brilliant crimson that dazzled the eye. The sword's energy surged like a tidal wave, relentless and unyielding, nine waves upon nine waves, crushing and grinding countless lesser wolves to dust. The Golden Wolf recoiled in horror, and the wolves scattered in retreat. They had likely never witnessed such a display, cowed by the terrifying might of the sword.

Suddenly, Alavin burst forth from the maelstrom of the sword’s energy, like a whale erupting from the sea, fierce and domineering. Man and sword became one, and he struck at the Golden Wolf.

“So powerful!” Lylian gaped in amazement. What kind of Sword Skill was this? It was several magnitudes more intricate than what he used at The Clash of Eight Orders!

A gleam flashed in Cedrick's eyes. What a Sword Skill! A fervor stirred within him, an itch to cross blades with Alavin in a frenzied duel, a clash of Advanced Mages.

The Golden Wolf was overwhelmed by the sword's energy, and in a blink, Alavin struck it down. Cedrick and the others hastened to join Alavin, standing guard as they surveyed the surrounding wolves.

Finally subdued, the wolves growled lowly but dared not attack again. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of white wolves lay dead, and the ground was strewn with carcasses, drenched in blood.

"Let's not fight anymore. Let them retreat on their own," Alavin signaled for restraint to avoid a fight to the death, which would be costly for both sides.

"What was that Sword Skill? Teach me!" Lylian exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

"I need to consult with my mentor first," Alavin said, eyes still on the wolf pack, his grip tight on the ancient sword, his fighting spirit ablaze.

"You have a mentor?"

"No."

"Then how will you consult?"

"There's nothing to discuss."

The entire group quieted down after Alavin's failed attempt to be funny. Feeling annoyed, Lylian pouted and mumbled, "Stingy, and to think I was going to offer you my friend."

"What did you say?" Aymee and the other sisters turned in unison.

Lylian immediately feigned innocence. "What did I say?"

"Why have we stopped fighting?" Roald glanced back, wondering if the battle was over so quickly.

"Roald, watch out!" Adirich suddenly warned as a white wolf lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, launching a swift assault on Roald. With a swift motion, Roald parried with precision, slaying the wolf.

"More over there!" Adirich cried out as three white wolves charged from different directions, their speed astonishing.

Roald's blade danced, cutting down the three wolves cleanly. The Protégés nodded in silent approval, acknowledging they couldn't match his precision, speed, or ease.

The three white wolves hit the ground, whimpering before falling silent. Not far off, several white wolves howled mournfully; their cries echoed across the desolate wilderness. In the distance, the wolf pack that had been quelled surged away, now heading toward Roald's location. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"Damn," they gasped in unison.

Alavin relaxed slightly and smiled, waving at the departing wolves. "Fare thee well."

As if finding a new target for their wrath, the wolves surged towards the Cobalt Strike team.

"Hurry, run!" The Cobalt Strike team panicked. Though numerous and strong, their large numbers made them an easy target. If they were scattered, it would spell disaster.

"Should we help them?" Lylian asked, her heart softening despite her usually brash demeanor.

"They underestimate themselves. Surely they could handle the wolves." Alavin said unsympathetically. He carried his sword and left. They could not afford further delays. They had to find the complete mural map quickly.

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At this very moment, Atlantis was being invaded by countless sea beasts and mighty warriors, plunged into utter chaos. They looted frantically, clashing over treasures. The ancient walls, buildings, and streets were mercilessly destroyed, swept away by raging tides. The sealed treasures were unearthed one by one. For millennia, protected by barriers and isolated from the

world, the treasures of Atlantis were revealed, their brilliance piercing the sky, some even unleashing powerful magic to strike at the invaders.

Everyone had gone mad, for the place was a treasure trove of rarities. The rich history shrouded all treasures in a veil of mystery, their allure fatal.