Mage Legend
Chapter 122 - 40 Episodes Martial Monk_2

Chapter 122: 40 Episodes Martial Monk_2

Lynch now stands at the spot where the Martial Monk was just dancing, maintaining Invisibility while observing the guy’s actions. While observing his own spell effects, Lynch noticed a flaw. Creatures affected by the spell Otto’s Irresistible Dance will irresistibly look at that sigil, attracted to the mid-air glowing spell sigil, thus continuing to dance and forgetting other matters. Meanwhile, their brains isolate from the external environment, no longer responding to what happens around. But this Martial Monk wasn’t like that. He must have seen this spell sigil before or fallen for it, recognized the spell as Lynch was drawing it, and devised a strategy to lure the enemy in, pretending to be charmed by it.

However, he overlooked one thing: as a Martial Monk, even if you understand spells thoroughly, you can’t surpass a mage who uses them! Lynch saw those eyes, glazed over, and knew the Martial Monk wasn’t affected by the spell at all! He wouldn’t place himself in danger, let alone open the force field wall that separated the two while providing himself safety without any spell protection. He used a simple Illusion Technique on himself while hiding his own presence.

As a disciple of a Great Mage specializing in prophecy, he not only fully learned prophetic spells but naturally had to learn the techniques of using Illusion Technique spells — after all, a Prophet must know both themselves and their enemy.

Thus, the Martial Monk mistook the illusion for the real mage and swung his strongest strike. Lynch dodged to one side.

Now the only visible illusion had vanished, yet the real Lynch still stood in place without the slightest movement. He clearly saw the Martial Monk perk his ears to intently listen to the surrounding noises as Lynch’s illusion disappeared. Lynch suspected he excelled at discerning an enemy’s position by listening to footsteps and also worried that his Invisibility ability might not obscure the glow and sound of casting magic, so he lightened his breathing, trying to blend into the corridor’s air, becoming as noiseless as possible while slowly gathering energy.

Pressing against the wall, the Martial Monk moved laterally, also trying to use his hearing — oh, now he was even using his nose, sniffing the smell here — any sensory means to determine the absent mage’s movements. He absolutely didn’t believe this mage, suddenly attacked by him, would give up quietly. That guy must be hiding somewhere, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

Sticking to the wall like a gecko without budging an inch, he slowly moved toward the door he came through.

Watching as he was about to enter that door, whether to launch a final attack hinged on this instant decision. Lynch raised his magic wand, having gathered sufficient energy for a lightning beam after a short moment of preparation, confident he could settle this guy in one strike — even if the lightning couldn’t destroy him, he certainly couldn’t escape the ensuing explosion.

But simultaneously, he remembered this was the residence of the First Family. While using lightning wouldn’t cause much trouble, at most damaging a section of the wall; however, the subsequent explosion might damage the building structure here. If the shockwave were strong enough, he couldn’t be sure it wouldn’t trigger another massive destruction like the Snake-man Altar. Such trouble wasn’t his intention and could negatively affect his ultimate goal.

The Dark Elf Matriarch might tolerate a seemingly arrogant mage, but might not tolerate this kind of serious provocation of damaging their family’s buildings. Lynch weighed his strength against that of the entire First Family — and the result was obvious.

Thus, he lowered his magic wand and watched the Martial Monk slip into the room.

A figure floated in from the corridor’s outside. Zilvra, looking anxious, wanted to move quickly, but alas, floating ability isn’t the same as flying ability, and she couldn’t go any faster.

So, she directly gave up floating, suddenly plummeting from the air, curling up and rolling on the ground a few times to buffer the impact of the fall. Lynch was dumbfounded as he watched Zilvra’s awkward form, but the female Drow quickly sprang up and charged into the room where the Martial Monk had just entered.

Then came the sound of items colliding and the Martial Monk’s screams from inside. Lynch used his X-ray vision to see in the interrogation room the Martial Monk was being threatened by Zilvra’s sword to his throat, closely pinned against the corner of the wall. He already bore numerous bruises and more than ten sword cuts on his body, yet Zilvra was unharmed. Striking a Drow woman in the Dark Elf Family is tantamount to seeking death. If it weren’t for the Martial Monks’ expertise in body conditioning, capable of enduring immense damage, he might have been tortured to death by now.

The Martial Monk stammered for ages — Lynch could only see through but not hear over there — until Zilvra withdrew her thin sword. The apparent relief on her face was undeniable. Lynch even caught a hint of delighted smile in her expression. However, Zilvra still picked up the instruments of torture beside her, a barbed long whip, and vented her "joy" on the Martial Monk.

"What a group of lunatics," Lynch slowly floated away. Although he could leave quickly through Zilvra, interrupting a Dark Elf in the midst of enjoyment for directions seemed unwise. Imagining Zilvra wielding her long whip with the screaming Martial Monk, Lynch opted to explore this house’s exits on his own.

As he was finding his way to the exit, his eyes were caught by a painting on the wall. It was a depiction of a great victory of the Dark Elves, the background filled with blazing flames and the sky watched over by the eyes of the Drow Elf Goddess. Several Drow women posed stylishly at the forefront, hands resting on their hips, their silver long hair flowing in the wind, their bodies bathed in the red glow of the flames, their eyes filled with the pride and arrogance unique to victors. All the Drow were impeccably clean, while the ground beneath them was piled high with bloody corpses.

But in the corner of the painting, Lynch saw a familiar face. The figure stood among other captives, used to highlight the greatness of this unnamed victory. Among those captives was someone who looked remarkably like the male angel Lynch encountered in the ice tower.

At first, it was just a fleeting feeling, but Lynch paused, stood before the painting watching it closely, and felt that person increasingly resembled the angel who had asked him to find his daughter. And in the painting’s center, among the Dark Elf women, the leader of that mission was the Matron of the First Family, Batana.

"What is going on?"

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