Mage Legend

It had been three days since crossing the border of the Elf Kingdom, and Kuboert, the Priest from the Holy Pate, still could not find the exact direction to proceed. The dense forest and complex water systems here made him dizzy. If the sun didn't steadfastly rise in the east and set in the west, this priest would still be wandering in circles.

For several days, he always felt like he was being followed. To be precise, there seemed to be multiple warriors of the Elf Clan constantly lingering around him. For this situation, Kuboert had long been mentally prepared. The only thing that displeased him was that he couldn't get any help from the elves.

"Hey! I am Kuboert, the Main Priest from the Holy Pate. Can any friend of the Elf Clan guide me in the right direction?"

This kind of shouting had not ceased since entering Salantir.

There were only some bird chirps around, with no response from the elves.

Kuboert shook his head. The Holy Pate Empire, long settled in the north, boasted a powerful priest system and loyal paladins. Its overall strength was unmatched on the Anriel Continent. Although everyone strictly followed the teachings of the Light God, never engaging in warfare with the outside world, and instead peacefully enjoying a serene life, they inevitably acquired some arrogance and treated other countries with indifference. Other than the neighboring Haisas and the Dwarf Country Gunn, known for making exquisite armor, the Holy Pate hardly interacted with other kingdoms. Especially with the Elf Kingdom located at the corner of the continent, there was little contact.

The citizens of the Holy Pate have always been proud of guarding the northern border against Beastman invasions, believing this feat worthy of gratitude and respect from other nations. However, in reality, every race has its own values. Without communication, it's hard to achieve understanding and consensus. On this occasion, Kuboert stepped outside of the Holy Pate and interacted with many rulers who were originally thought to help the Holy Pate actively, feeling this even more profoundly.

"When we praise the glory of the Light God, the dazzling brilliance also blinds our eyes to the world around us." Kuboert thought this in his heart more than once. It was for this reason that he understood the importance of his mission more deeply. He bore the burden caused by the long-standing neglect of the Holy Pate and strived to bridge the distance between various countries.

And this mission increasingly seemed like a test of will.

The priests of the Holy Pate undergo tests of faith at certain times. The temple assigns difficult tasks to train promising priests. Generally speaking, combating evil and rescuing the suffering people are the focus of such tasks, but the mission entrusted to Kuboert was very rare.

Since meeting the mystical Mage Lynch, Kuboert's path had been fraught with difficulties. First, on the Fengduo River, he struggled to find a small boat to follow the mage's trail, but a sudden giant dragon happened to overturn his boat. Luckily, the yellow dragon did not attack the fallen priest, only leaving a brief "sorry" before flying into the sky.

Clinging to a wooden plank, Kuboert continued downstream and entered Erutalon. The trees there were so densely packed that it was hard to find any gaps to pass through. Having entered the realm of the Elf Kingdom, Kuboert did not want to damage the forest the elves cherished and cause misunderstandings, so he had no choice but to practice his tree-climbing skills.

A sound similar to leaves rustling not far away caught his attention, but the trees around Kuboert were not stirred by the wind. A strong sense of nausea came over him, and the priest reflexively grasped the Holy Emblem hanging from his neck.

He would get this feeling when encountering the Undead. His colleagues used to joke, "Kuboert's stomach is more effective than undead detection spells."

But the priest waited for a while, and no undead came to attack. As one of the Main Priests of the Light God, Kuboert would never let any undead roaming the world go unpunished. One of his lifelong missions was to let these monsters rest in peace beneath the earth once more. Kuboert's other hand picked up the Hard Head Hammer—its ceremonial decoration uses exceeded its practical combat function.