Mage Legend
Chapter 123: Episode 41 Status

Chapter 123: Episode 41 Status

Finally leaving the residence of the First Family, Lynch donned the Advisor Badge given to him by the Matron. The patrolling Dark Elf guards glanced at the badge and automatically avoided him, no longer stepping forward to interrogate; while the patrol members composed of Trolls and Ogres quickly nodded and bowed to the Mage, putting on a look of fear and flattery.

In the surface world, these creatures are the butchers of villages, wielding weapons to attack human settlements, plundering their food and wealth, *poor women, and then setting fire to burn the villages to the ground (the Trolls are afraid of fire, so they won’t light the fire). In the mouths of ordinary surface residents, they are equivalent to terrifying existences, scary stories used to stop children from crying. But in this Underdark, they are mere slaves, barely a step above goblins in terms of being cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder, indeed, in the eyes of the Dark Elves, other races are considered cannon fodder. There’s only a difference in the cost of use, but no essential distinction. And in the eyes of the more radical and cruel Matrons, even her Drow children are nothing more than cannon fodder.

In the eyes of the Drow’s Spider Goddess, who can guarantee that these Dark Elves themselves are not cannon fodder?

Lynch couldn’t help but smile bitterly, realizing he was also just cannon fodder. However, he was the type of cannon fodder that could only be sacrificed at the last moment. His fate, his life and death to a certain extent depended on the Matron’s will. He touched the Dark Elf badge hanging on his waist and whispered in a voice that no one else could hear, "Let me show you the power of cannon fodder, Drow..."

Before he could return to the "tavern" inn, he saw Deluo and Nimo quickly running towards him. Deluo, holding a double-headed sword, panted as he ran up to Lynch.

"Ah! I’m so glad you’re okay, I was worried to death. We were just about to go look for you."

"What happened?" Lynch felt puzzled by the warrior’s stern expression.

"I drank too much yesterday and fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that you had gone to meet the Dark Elves alone. I was worried something might have happened to you."

Seeing the concern in Deluo’s eyes, Lynch felt quite happy, realizing that this city wasn’t just filled with Dark Elves. "Nothing happened, I’m fine. Let’s talk more when we get back."

"Good to hear you’re okay. By the way, do you remember that five-member team we saw at the duel arena last time? It turns out they’re also staying at our inn. Isn’t that quite a coincidence?" Deluo hung the double-headed sword over his back, wrapping an arm around Lynch’s shoulder as they walked back.

"So what? What are they doing in this city?"

"You should ask Nimo for the details. I just woke up and ran over here. Nimo, on the other hand, has talked with them."

The Dwarf was still panting heavily, his short legs unable to keep pace with Deluo’s long strides, even as Deluo dragged him along with great strength. He now felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat from exhaustion.

"Huff... Huff, they..." Nimo took a few deep breaths, "they were inexplicably caught by Teleportation Magic and brought to this Dark Elf City, becoming slaves of the Fourth Family. They heard you’re a Mage and wanted to ask you some things."

"Oh, I see." Lynch thought for a moment, "That’s not a problem; let’s walk back slowly. Deluo, look how tired you’ve made Nimo..."

"Sorry, Nimo, hehe," Deluo said, scratching his head and laughing, "Next time, I’ll just carry you while I run."

Nimo suddenly looked terrified, quickly tugging at Lynch’s clothes: "Lynch, can you make something that will increase my running speed? Just like last time when we left the Snake-man Altar, Deluo’s shoulder nearly shook my internal organs out..."

In the inn, a few people were waiting for Lynch and the others to return. When they saw Deluo and Nimo accompanying a young man in a Black Purple Robe, they immediately approached.

Lynch looked at the few people in front of him; judging by their equipment and style of movement, they seemed to be experienced adventurers, so how did they end up losing so badly in the arena?

After listening to their introductions, it turned out that these individuals in front of him had been captured by the Dark Elves and used as experimental subjects while exploring a mysterious Underground City. One of them, a Northern Barbarian named Mep, looked at the muscular Deluo with a challenging gaze; another, a priest named Joe—a Priest of the God of Death, no less—looked people up and down with the gaze of a butcher, making everyone quite uncomfortable; then there was William, a Halfling Wanderer who kept eyeing the Dwarf Nimo’s purse; and finally, there was Owen, a warrior clad in heavy armor, holding a giant shield and wearing a full steel helmet, truly well-protected.

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