Mage Legend -
Chapter 110 - 35 episodes Old Man
Chapter 110: 35 episodes Old Man
"You’ve got some skills, warrior."
Lynch turned around, surprised to see three Dark Elves in red robes standing behind him, hands down at their sides. Despite using the Eye of Insight, the mage had not noticed their approach, which shocked him. There was only one way to silently approach Lynch when he was on full alert: teleportation spells.
Yet, Lynch hadn’t felt any fluctuations in magic energy.
"Who are you?" Lynch stopped Deluo from rushing forward to deal with these "witnesses." He couldn’t gauge their strength. Judging by their appearance, the three in robes were most likely mages. On the other hand, given that someone from the Celestial had sought out Lynch, it wasn’t impossible that these individuals were some sort of demons. Either way, they were troublesome.
"We mean no harm, fellow mage. Put away your weapons; I just want to talk." The foremost Dark Elf stepped up to Lynch. He was very old; his wrinkles were deeply etched into his skin. If it rained, they might even hold a lot of water (Deluo’s current thought). His eyes were wide open, but the eyeballs didn’t move a bit, not even a blink.
"Young man, come with me. Let my two apprentices handle the two guards who killed each other." The old mage slowly floated past the three of them, heading deeper into the corridor that led to the private suite.
The two red-robed mages murmured spells, and the wounds on the guards healed instantly, and they stood up swiftly. However, Lynch noticed that these guards no longer had the life in their eyes they once had; they had purely become walking dead. Nonetheless, their demise would not be discovered by others until a few days later.
The two red-clad mage apprentices lifted their heads, revealing two equally aged faces. Dark Elves have unusually long lifespans. Although they can’t live for two thousand years like their surface relatives, living over a thousand years is still possible. These two Dark Elves were at least a thousand years old; otherwise, age wouldn’t have manifested so clearly. Lynch pondered about the age of their master, the old mage who had just floated by.
The two red-robed mages nodded to Lynch and his companions, signaling them to follow the old mage, then leaned against the walls on either side of the hallway and disappeared with a whoosh.
This time, even while staring directly at them, Lynch couldn’t understand how they did it. The actions of the two mages made the three young adventurers realize that apart from following directions, any other choices were perilous and deadly.
Deluo had no choice but to put away his double-headed sword and follow the mage and Nimo further into the duel arena.
The old mage was evidently an esteemed guest here, possessing his own private suite, perfectly facing the platform of the arena, the only one positioned above the master of ceremonies. From here, the entire venue was visible, the boiling crowd below continuously surging, awaiting the start of the duel. It was like the throne of the entire arena.
The room was very simply decorated. With a wave of the old mage’s hand, a crystal ball emitting a faint glow lit up, allowing the three guests to see the arrangements clearly without harming the eyes of the Dark Elves—though Lynch always felt that this old mage was actually blind; his eyes never moved, as if they were wide open but not "seeing."
The only remaining articles were the tables and chairs. A few chairs covered with soft cushions were placed in front of the viewing window. The wall facing the arena was made entirely of a huge transparent crystal, polished and embedded there, serving as an observation window for viewing duels. The crystal was exceptionally smooth and spotlessly clean, to the point that you’d almost believe it didn’t exist if you didn’t look closely. In the four corners of the crystal, magic runes were inscribed, presumably to stabilize the crystal.
There must be other magical barriers within the room; otherwise, it couldn’t be so quiet. When Deluo, the last to enter, closed the door, the only sounds in the VIP room were the four people breathing; everything else was inaudible.
"This is a private suite of mine. Find a comfortable place to sit; there’s no need to be so reserved." The old mage floated to a lone chair in the corner, sat down, and straightened the folds of his robe. He leaned gently against the backrest, just enough to hide his body in the room’s shadows.
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