Mage Legend

"Disperse, not destroy," Lynch said. "As long as these witches still have their intact phylactery, their ability to act will never vanish. Although you have completely shattered their bodies for now, they will still rise again beside their phylactery."

"Anyway, these undead should not be able to harm Heather anymore," Kuboert looked at the forest submerged by the flood, where countless undead creatures were buried under the gradually calming river waters. Their attempt to reach the Elf Sacred Land was permanently halted here.

"It should be," Lynch said. "Even if something was overlooked, Fyyian doesn't have the power to attack Heather. Even if he still retains some undying souls, the Holy Mountain itself is enough to destroy him."

"Now that you mention it, I just remembered," Kuboert said. "That disfigurer probably won't be drowned directly by this flood, right? Where did he hide?"

Lynch snapped his fingers, deactivating the force field, and the two stood in water that was now only knee-deep. His eyes continuously scanned the surroundings, yet he found no trace of Fyyian.

"He's no longer here, maybe he's already escaped," Lynch pondered, then added, "However, I have a feeling he used the flood to bypass the two of us and went directly to Heather."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Kuboert said. "How can we let such a culprit get away?"

"How many spells can you still use?" Lynch smiled and asked the Priest, "Besides healing abilities, what's left for you?"

Only then did the Priest come to his senses. In the excitement of clearing out the undead earlier, he had expended all spells with offensive capabilities. While Lynch still had the Powerful Wand and thus retained some combat power, Kuboert could now only play a supportive role in the rear.

"Our task is basically over here," Lynch said. "The rest can be left to the Elf Queen."

Kuboert nodded, then immediately shook his head, "How is that possible? Even if I lack strength, I believe you still have some reserves. Similarly, I estimate Fyyian also still has the potential to fight. If we fail due to negligence, wouldn't that be too regrettable?"

Lynch stared into Kuboert's eyes, wanting to understand this man's true character. So he deliberately said, "The strength of the Elf Queen is very powerful, she won't be at risk of life, at most she'll suffer some injuries. Only when the elves have suffered greatly will the Holy Pate have a greater chance to form a stable alliance with Salantir. Isn't this what you've always hoped for?"

"Why form an alliance? Isn't it to combat evil? To ignore the threat of evil for the sake of alliance-making is something I won't do," Kuboert said angrily. "I'm not like a mage who schemes; I only know that eliminating one skeleton reduces one evil. If I can't help the Elf Queen against that undead mage, I'd feel very uneasy! That's what I believe, and it's what Light God Pate would instruct."

"He doesn't care what you're thinking," Lynch lifted the hem of his robe and walked through the water, ahead of Kuboert. "Main Priest, the path is not spoken of, it's walked."

"What a strange man," Kuboert murmured to himself, trying hard to follow the black-robed figure ahead.

Meanwhile, in Holy Land Heather, the elves here were completely unaware of the events in Residual Star Swamp. Their attention was now all focused on the Unicorn Bay area to the west. The deranged Fishmen had finally started a fire, and they were close to being dizzy from the maze formed by the giant trees. The Moonhand Guard led by Caidi caused significant casualties to their command system, plunging them into chaos.

"If we burn down all these big trees, we could get out of here, right?" A Fishman, a thought, a word.

Then came a towering fire.

The Fishmen dove underwater in fear; they were highly terrified of these red tongues, which would dry their scales and prevent them from swimming normally. Yet, in their foolish minds, placing themselves in the blaze, hoping to burn a path before turning into fish soup, seemed an incredibly wise approach.

Faced with the tough lords from the southern continent of Anriel or the beastman armies from the northern Barbaric Land, they wouldn't mind these fish burning to death in the woods. But the elves did not think this way; they felt that those flames ignited not only on the trees but also endlessly and ferociously tormented their souls.