Mage Legend

"Welcome back, Mage," the elf said, holding onto the boat's edge. "Where have you been lately? We were very worried about your safety. And what about the lady who was traveling with you?"

Lynch jumped ashore without speaking, answering his question with a smile. Then the Mage quickly walked towards the palace at the summit of the Holy Mountain, his steps both light and hurried.

"Something big must be happening," the elf said, looking at the Mage's back as he docked the boat.

Just as he reached the highest platform, a figure leaped from the branches outside the palace door. Little Soka immediately hugged Lynch's arm, shaking it and saying, "Brother Lynch, you're finally back. So many people are looking for you!"

The Mage patted the angel's head and softly said, "Little one, who has come looking for me?"

"Hmm..." Soka tilted his head, thinking for a moment: "The one who came the most was an elf uncle, covered in leaves. His name seemed to be Nosa something ta."

"Nosta?" Lynch looked at Soka, who was now swinging on his refined gold arm like a swing. Having basically mastered the use of this refined gold arm, Lynch was unconcerned about such a small weight. He asked, "How many times has Nosta come here?"

"It seems like more than ten times," Soka said. "More than my fingers, I can't count them."

The Mage was putting the angel onto his back, carrying her forward while contemplating the Great Druid Nosta's motivation. From the elves encountered on the road, it seemed Heather hadn't faced any war disturbances in recent days, and there was still some time before the anticipated Undead attack, so a clash wasn't expected anytime soon. Although Nosta, the Great Druid, is somewhat stubborn, only issues related to the elf Holy Land would disturb him so greatly. However, it seemed unlikely he'd be as anxious as Soka described, looking so frequently for the Mage's whereabouts.

There are only two things that could provoke this Great Druid to act: the seed of the Holy Tree and the Dark Elf.

The seed of the Holy Tree is not the Mage's responsibility; Lynch is merely a transporter of an item and should bear no responsibility. However, if Nosta had already discovered Zilvra's identity and intended to "warn" Lynch or protect him, or even eliminate this Drow that entered the elf Holy Land, what should be done?

Lynch stopped and stood motionless in front of the elf palace. Soka looked at the Mage, bewildered, but her attention was quickly diverted by the flowing silver patterns on the Mage's robe, poking at the soft black robe with her little finger.

Lynch's Eye of Insight had already seen the situation inside the palace. The Great Druid was sitting solemnly on a stump of the Heather tree, surrounded by more than a dozen elf warriors. They appeared to be elite warriors, all full of spirit, with eyes gleaming like those of hunters. Lynch observed their weapons, whether elf longbows or finely crafted swords, all stood the test of time. The Mage could even imagine their graceful and deadly forms when wielding these weapons. In this sense, they were no different from the Dark Elves, sharing the same war-blood.

The people inside the palace undoubtedly possessed the strength to become Martial Arts Masters of the Dark Elf Family.

The Mage stood for a while, calculating all possible developments in his mind. He gently patted Soka's arm and told her, "Soka, I gave your Invisibility Stone to Zilvra, so if any danger arises, fly right to find the Elf Queen Hernfurry."

"Oh!" Soka said. "Brother Lynch, you promised to give me another stone. This time I want one that's very transparent, very transparent."

The Mage nodded. The Powerful Wand in his hand glowed faintly, trembling with excitement. Lynch looked at the powerful magic artifact in his hand, bewildered. He had no intention of fighting the elves, so why was the wand preparing to gather power as if receiving a command? Logically, nothing but his own thoughts should influence the wand.

Under Lynch's command, the Powerful Wand returned to its normal state, quietly like an ordinary stick.

"Ah! Friend Lynch, you finally returned at this moment," seeing the Mage push open the wooden door of the palace, the Great Druid Nosta stood up and said, "Luckily, you're safe and sound."