Mage Legend
Chapter 137 - 47 episodes Discovery

Chapter 137: 47 episodes Discovery

Although the matron ordered everyone to make final preparations, not a single person moved in the Audience Room. In the Underdark, in Luthres Ber, and within a Dark Elf Family, the most basic requirement for survival is to always be ready for combat. Because from the shadows around you, a poisoned dagger might appear at any moment, or a spell that can instantly extinguish your Life Fire. No one can truly relax—relaxing oneself is to relax one’s life. And most importantly, these shadows, which can hide murderous intent, are everywhere; here, it’s inherently a sunless Dark World.

Lynch leaned on his Magic Wand, trying hard to pull his thoughts back from the halfling Little Finger to this cold, dark Dark Elf castle. He dared not recall his companions’ appearances, nor did he dare to worry about whether Felps’s situation was safe. He now stood among a group of Dark Elves; he could only focus on the present. But deep in his heart, how he longed to reunite with old friends. Even if Little Finger were to "accidentally" take away his Magic Herb, he would still be very happy.

Slowly, footsteps echoed from outside, uniform and synchronized, sounding as if there were only a few people. But Lynch knew that at least a hundred Dark Elf Warriors were gathered outside. Typically, their footsteps were very light, and shoes made of soft Scro Skin suited this stealth-favored fighting style. The fact that such distinct sounds could be heard today meant that at least a hundred warriors had assembled.

Matron Batana led the way out of the Audience Room, with her children and the mage Lynch following behind. Zilvra ran over, pulling out a black cloth to cover the mage’s eyes.

"It’s the rule; those who aren’t from the Berni family must be blindfolded," Zilvra said while slightly lifting the black cloth with her finger, leaving a small gap. "Watch your step, and hold onto my shoulder as you move forward."

Lynch gripped the soft, smooth left shoulder of the Dark Elf, moving forward slowly. Even covered with more black cloth, Lynch could still use the Eye of Insight to see what was happening; such material obstacles were ineffective against his X-ray vision. Moreover, Zilvra had deliberately left a gap.

When he placed his hand on Zilvra’s cold shoulder, he sensed the female Drow trembling noticeably, somewhat excited. However, Zilvra quickly calmed down, following the matron with a steady pace. She reverted to being a Dark Elf Warrior once more, appearing tranquil, steadfast, and ruthless.

Zarra looked back at the blindfolded mage Lynch, slightly disappointed, and followed the matron’s steps. She slowly walked out of the room, ignoring the Dark Elf Warriors standing with their heads bowed on either side.

The matron led all the Dark Elves downward, all the way to the lowest level of the house. Here, the matron softly chanted a spell in front of a solid marble wall. Silver characters appeared one by one on the cold wall, lighting up in sequence. Lynch focused on listening to Batana’s chant, while observing her gestures and mouth movements. The more secrets of the family he could grasp now, the more it would benefit his potential future escape plan.

When the last character stopped flashing, a hymn praising the Spider Goddess appeared completely on the wall, its silver glow gently shimmering. At this moment, Lynch suddenly felt that the hymn wasn’t so evil after all; its lines were filled with immense reverence for the goddess, much like how humans on the surface praise the great Sun God, Pate. When a race is trapped underground, with the sky above replaced by heavy, cold rock rather than the free, azure sky; when beneath their feet there’s no longer soft, fragrant grass but a scorched black earth by fiery magma rivers; when what they breathe is no longer air mixed with soil and floral fragrance but a foul, murky subterranean cold wind; when their eyes can no longer see the dazzling sunlight and the rainbow after the rain, what choice do they have but to embrace the darkness?

In a certain sense, it is not the Spider Goddess who protects the Dark Elves but the survival wish of the Dark Elves that has given rise to the Spider Goddess.

The hymn on the door did not last long, and the silver characters soon disappeared. The entire stone wall gradually turned transparent, eventually vanishing in front of everyone. There was nothing beyond the stone wall, only darkness. Lynch tried to focus his insight vision, but could still only see darkness. It was as if there was a void that absorbed light, with no information feedback reaching the mage’s mind from there.

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