The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 291

"Eyla? What would she be doing here?" Marak's expression darkened.

"Who is she? You know her?" the youth asked Marak.

"The granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander, Eyla!" Marak knew her well. Many years ago, Eyla had been placed on Lord Viperbane's high-priority watchlist. This woman was a veritable serpentess with a heart and talent that could match, if not surpass, the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad. Jarad even proclaimed he would mobilize the entire Organization's resources to cultivate Eyla. Many called her the Enchantress of the Northlands!

"Blood Elf, Eyla?" The Citadel Protégés grew more interested, deeming their detour to Stormcast worthwhile, as the championship's top five members appeared all at once, and they were the most controversial and dangerous of the lot.

Eyla's smile brimmed, but her tone was unfriendly. "What brings you Citadel Protégés to the Northlands? This is a savage land filled with barbarous folk. Aren't you afraid you might not return?"

"Lady Eyla, don't think just because you are a woman, we would hesitate to confront you," a frosty young maiden scoffed, displeased with Eyla's arrogance.

"I'm standing right here, come and try," Eyla, as the granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander, feared nothing in these Northlands. What about the Blessed Citadel? If they killed her, none of them will live to return to Midlands!

"How insolent!" the young maiden fumed. Even Lord Viperbane wouldn't dare to be so brazen before them. From where did she draw her courage?

"What will you do about it?" Eyla snickered.

The Mallister family's guards behind her took a sharp breath, thinking, “Please, take it easy, they're from the Blessed Citadel of the Capital.”

"Where is Commander Jarad?" Three white-haired elders intervened to stop the Protégés' provocation, their presence sweeping through the city with the force of a tidal wave. The Commanders of the Order of the Stellar Precepts, Bloodlore, and Guild of the Earthbound Spirits were among the Eight Orders' strongest Commanders, renowned throughout the Royal Realm. Among them, the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad, was known to be the most sinister and dangerous. If Stormcast had him present today, they would indeed need to be extra cautious.

"My grandfather has gone to the Cloudveil Woods on business."

"When will he return?"

"Who knows? He's been gone for ten days. He might return today, or perhaps tomorrow or the day after." Eyla winked at the three elders and giggled. The implication was clear, her grandfather might return at any moment, so don't be too bold, or he will punish you.

"Blessed Citadel, Haldis! I wish to challenge Lady Eyla," the frosty young maiden could no longer contain her disdain for Eyla's flamboyance.

"Why don't you try your hand against my little beau first? Beat him, and I shall entertain you myself."

"Little beau?" The Citadel Protégés all turned to look at Alavin. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Alavin was speechless. Was she telling a joke even in this situation?

Marak frowned. How did those two get entangled? This was not good news! Alavin bore the title of Cobalt Strike Golden Protégé, and if he became the grandson-in-law of the Bloodlore Commander, who would dare to provoke him?

Alavin smiled and said, "You must be weary from your travels. Why not rest at the city's residence first?"

"I think not, Lord Alavin. Find us a place to warm up."

"The city is in ruins. There's no proper arena. If you don't mind, there is an old beast-fighting pit in town. It's a bit crude, but at least there's a place where we can spar and others can watch."

A beast-fighting pit? The Citadel Protégés glanced at each other and relented. "Lead the way!"

"You seem to have forgotten something," Alavin said cheerfully, eyeing them.

"What's that?"

"I've staked the name of Shadowlord's Messenger. What will you wager?"

"We stake the name of the Blessed Citadel. If you win, the Blessed Citadel will publicly declare you to the Royal Realm, acknowledging the ranking of the Northlandschampionship."

"Do you speak for the Blessed Citadel?" Alavin challenged on the spot, unabashed.

Silence fell among them. They had intended to bluff Alavin, but the young man was too shrewd. Could they speak for the Blessed Citadel? Not even the Elders of the Citadel would dare.

"Had you come here purposely to stir up trouble?" Eyla joined Alavin, standing together against the Citadel Protégés.

They watched the pair's 'intimate' display with a slightly more serious expression. Alavin represented Cobalt Strike, and Eyla represented Bloodlore. Were the two families to be united through marriage? A Shadowlord's Messenger and a Blood Elf together, with two Organizations backing them, would be troubling news for Midlands.

The white-haired elder declared, "If you can defeat my Blessed Citadel Protégé, I'll give you a Blessed Citadel sigil. Should you have the opportunity to visit the Royal Realm in the future, the seal will spare you much trouble."

"What's a Blessed Citadel sigil?" Alavin asked Eyla.

Eyla pondered for a moment, then extended her hand to the white-haired elder. "Two! One for me, one for Alavin."