The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 378

With a mighty roar, the Sunfire Lion emerged from the Cloudveil Woods, signaling that the Blessed Citadel was officially entering the fray, and the atmosphere of the battlefield grew even tenser.

“Commander Kashann, it is a rare occasion that we all gather for a single cause. Let us witness the Kings' Acceptance. That's not an unreasonable request, is it?” The Stellar Precepts Commander's tone grew colder by the moment. As the foremost champion of the Northlands, his craving for Energy was insatiable. The thought of “a legacy spanning millennia” and “the ancient secrets of the Kings” set his heart ablaze. If possible, he would stop at nothing to claim it.

The Hidden Essence Commander also made his position known. “I have my doubts about your intentions, Commander Kashann. Where exactly is Alavin? If you've played us for fools... well, the consequences... heh.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

His meaning was clear. “It's not that we won't help you, but you must be honest. If Alavin isn't in the ancient city, and you sent him away, then have we not been made jesters?”

“What of the Eight Orders' pact of shared enmity? Have you eaten it like slop? Cobalt Strike has been so tormented by Lord Viperbane, and you are still blind to it?” Banneth pointed at them and berated them fiercely.

“The whole affair began with the Kings' Acceptance, and it is the primary issue we must resolve today,” the Stellar Precepts Commander retorted coldly. If not for his deep cunning, he would have loved to slap the man twice.

“Here's two words for you, haha!” Banneth spat, unsatisfied with just one spit, he spat again.

The Stellar Precepts Commander and his allies were displeased, their expressions darkening.

Lord Warbringer's voice thundered with authority and dominance. “You cannot protect Alavin. Hand him over! The secrets of Atlantis belong to the Royal Realm, not to individuals!”

“You shameless cur, your entire family belongs to the Royal Realm. Offer them up! I’ll be the first to applaud!” Banneth, growing even angrier, shouted from a distance. His earthy aura surged, emanating a world-shaking sense of weight.

“Crack!” A fierce light burst from the eyes of Lord Warbringer, like thunder and lightning splitting the sky, deafening to all. “Enough, Commander Banneth. This is not the domain of the Earthbound Spirits. Do not overstep!”

“Fight me. If you lose, leave the Northlands! I, the Earthbound Spirits Commander, Banneth, challenge you.” He called out his challenge before the crowd, pointing across the distance at Lord Warbringer, his battle spirit blazing as if to set the heavens aflame. He was filled with fury, wishing he could vent it right there and then.

He had believed the Eight Orders were bound by shared hatred, a solid alliance that advanced and retreated as one. But the conduct of the various Organizations today made him realize that the bonds between the Eight Orders were not as strong as he'd imagined. Was it that the relations between the Eight Orders had grown distant? Or was the temptation of the Kings' Acceptance too great?

“Not a bad idea! You take care of one, and I'll handle another. Lord Viperbane, shall we have a heart-to-heart?” Jarad grinned menacingly, setting his sights on Lord Viperbane.

“Insolence!” The Five Lords shouted in unison. What an impudent pair!

“I am insolent, indeed. Come and strike me if you dare. Who will? If not Lord Viperbane, then who? You, Lord Falconcrest? Lord Mountguard? Or you, Lord Skyveil! Is one not enough? Then face me

two at a time; I do not mind.” Jarad stood deliberately tall, looking down upon them from on high, his gaze filled with scorn.

The Earthbound Spirits Commander stepped into the air, rising a thousand meters, standing at a great height like Jarad, and also looking down upon the Five Lords.

From afar, the onlookers groaned inwardly. True giants of the Northlands, even their quarrels were fiery. Their roars, like thunder on the ground, shook the vast wilderness to its core.