The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 278

"How beautiful!" They were drawn to the allure of Mariela and Eyla.

"Will you leave on your own, or shall I force you?" Godfred threatened coldly, his Master Mage's aura shook the very trees around them.

"We'll leave on our own, hehe," they said, greedily eyeing Mariela and Eyla before reluctantly retreating.

The forest was in utter chaos, with mercenary groups from all regions blinded by their bloodlust and savagery. Many ruthless groups rampaged through, looting and even hunting Magi-Monsters. The wild Magi-Monsters fought back fiercely, hunting the mercenaries while predatory birds dived for their prey.

Godfred, unleashing his aura, protected Alavin as they plunged into the forest, carving a bloody path to escape the mayhem.

Before long, a disheveled old man noticed Alavin and his companions. His lecherous gaze burned holes into Mariela and Eyla as he licked his lips with greed.

A fierce tiger, resplendent with stripes, having just killed a group of mercenaries, leaped toward the old man with its massive jaws agape and dark energy swirling around its form.

Without looking back, the old man flicked his wrist, and a blinding light burst from his palm, like thousands of light needles, instantly obliterating the tiger.

Godfred tensed, sensing the astonishing energy, and immediately turned to caution, "Lord Alavin, be careful!"

"Heh, heh!" The disheveled old man hobbled out of the woods, a crooked smile revealing his drool- soaked beard. "It's been many a year since I've seen such fresh young maidens. Might I have a

taste?"

Alavin and Cedrick stepped in front of the two women, their expressions grave. This old fellow's aura was formidable.

"Master Mage! Stronger than me!" Godfred's heart pounded with fear, knowing his magic could teleport two, but not four. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Move aside, you're blocking my view, will you?" The ragged old man said with a lecherous grin, his body caked in filth.

"Elixir Fruit for you, now begone!" Alavin raised a pouch defiantly.

"Was I speaking to you, boy? Out of my way." The old man flicked his wrist, unleashing a burst of blinding light toward Alavin.

But in an instant, a figure descended from the heavens, shattering the light with a stomp and, with an outstretched hand, seized the old man by the throat and lifted him high.

"Grandfather!" Eyla laughed, for it was none other than the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad, who had arrived.

"Bastard, let go..." The scruffy old man barely began to speak when Jarad's grip tightened, crushing his windpipe. Jarad hurled the body into a frenzied pack of beasts nearby. The Magi-Monsters cared not for his filth, pouncing in a frenzy and tearing him to shreds in the blink of an eye.

"Where did you go?" Jarad finally acknowledged Eyla's presence, who seemed to have vanished earlier.

"Off to snatch treasures."

"Commander Jarad." Alavin bowed in respect.

Jarad sized up Alavin with a hint of surprise. "Two months gone, and you've broken through again." The lad's growth was indeed astonishing, breaking through stages where others lingered for years, and he in mere months.

"Fortune favors the bold."

"Would you be interested in joining Bloodlore? I can offer you everything you desire." Jarad truly regretted the thought of such talent wasted in Cobalt Strike.

"Should the occasion arise, I shall visit Bloodlore," Alavin declined tactfully, unwilling to join any Organization, including Cobalt Strike.

"Until the future then. I must return to my studies with the treasures I've acquired." Jarad bid farewell.

"Grandfather, go on without me. I shall linger here a while," Eyla said, standing beside Alavin with a fox cub in her arms.

"And where might you be off to?" Alavin inquired curiously.

"To your home, to see what Stormcast is like. Am I unwelcome?"

"My place is quite a mess, and likely to get messier. You'd best..."

Eyla leaned in, whispering something into Alavin's ear with a seductive smile. "Am I welcome now?"

Alavin gazed deeply at her. "Are you sure?!"

"Do I seem jestful?"

Alavin grinned broadly. "On behalf of Stormcast, you are most welcome!"

"Keep yourself safe," Jarad said with a meaningful glance at Alavin before soaring into the sky and vanishing among the clouds.

Eyla stretched, her beautiful form captivating, as she winked at Mariela. "You don't mind, do you?"

Mariela ignored her, refusing to engage.

Godfred chuckled, admiring his young master's charm. One was an Elite Protégé from Cobalt Strike's Botanic Haven, and the other was the granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander—both highborn ladies of exquisite beauty. One as cold as ice, the other fiery and alluring. To win the favor of both would be a tale of ice and fire, a stroke of incredible fortune indeed.