Mage Legend

Chapter 191: Episode 69 Day 10_2

Chapter 191: Episode 69 Day 10_2 "Deluo was talking about the five-member adventure team we encountered last time. They brought a little girl they said they wanted to hand over to you." Nimo shook his head as well. "She really looks so small, Lynch, are you sure..." "Hahahaha..." The mage finally couldn’t hold back. His brows relaxed, and he laughed heartily while clutching his belly. His shoulders shook rapidly, and he finally stopped when the laughter caused him abdominal pain due to his weakness.

"Deluo, Nimo, do you really see me as such a lecher?" Lynch asked with a smile.

"Of course not," Deluo replied. "I just wanted to remind you of what is the most important thing right now. There are too many distractions."

Lynch’s smile suddenly froze. He recalled his original purpose for coming here. The Prophetic God Staff was just a means; finding the little finger stuck in the Underdark was his goal. Compared to Felps, other things — like

"What is it you want to take back?" Deluo drew the Double-headed Sword from his back and rolled his eyes at the female Drow. "Think carefully before you declare what you want."

"Hmph! Ignorant thing! Threaten us? Do you think you can escape the wrath of the Dark Elves?" said the female Drow, pointing at Deluo.

"No, we can’t escape the wrath," Lynch tightened his grip on a scroll inside his left sleeve, "but we can contain the wrath within this room, so no one else will know."

"What?" The female Drow gasped, immediately realizing their predicament. Facing the near ten individuals surrounding them — including a mage from the First Family — escape was the only option. Almost as soon as the word "What?" left her lips, a wave of darkness suddenly enveloped the room.

"Quick Spell Ability!" Lynch’s lips curled up slightly. He had long known that some Drow could cast spells instantly, without any incantation or gestures. Facing such an enemy, unless prepared, one could lose the initiative in an instant.

This is where the mage’s scroll came into play. Lynch flicked his hand, and the scroll slipped down from his sleeve. As soon as the words were revealed, they transformed into magical energy. The room was immediately illuminated like daylight, dispelling the darkness without a trace.

The two Dark Elves didn’t expect to be countered by light so quickly, not even getting a chance to close their eyes. Near the window, both of them screamed in agony.

Deluo and the Half-Beastman barbarian Mep charged forward simultaneously. Before the others could react, a Double-headed Sword and a huge curved blade cleaved the frail bodies of the Dark Elves in two.

The two looked at each other, then both added another slash to their opponents, bursting into laughter together.

"You are really strong and have a temper much like mine!" Deluo excitedly patted the Half-Beastman’s shoulder. "We both thought the same thing just now, even striking at the same time. Were we cast from the same mold?"

"What’s a mold?" the Half-Beastman paused his laughter, asking in confusion.