Mage Legend
Chapter 227: Episode 83: Plotting Harm

Chapter 227: Episode 83: Plotting Harm

Lynch stood at the entrance of the second family’s encampment, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly lonely. Having just seen a small finger, his desire to meet his friends suddenly burst forth, even more intensely than during the gathering a few months ago. He longed desperately to find a place where he could laugh freely and speak without restraint.

Gradually, his heart became restless, impulsively wanting to immediately begin his escape. The Black Crystal Tower was currently undefended against mages, and even without studying the last part of the records on the Dark Elf barrier, Lynch could forcibly erase the Tracking Array. Now, he felt there was nothing in the Underdark that dared to stand in his way, whether it be beasts roaming the cavern passages or the complex and dangerous geological environment, or even the mighty Dark Elves, all were powerless to stop Lynch’s steps from leaving here. The fiery passion in his heart burned fiercely, even the magic wand felt this burgeoning magical power and began to tremble slightly.

A gust of underground wind blew through, carrying a bloody smell. In the cold air, the killing atmosphere of clashing blades had not yet completely dissipated. Lynch’s mind, cooled by the wind, slowly calmed down. He looked at the magic wand in his hand, feeling the feedback of fanaticism and excitement from it, yet he was secretly worried in his heart.

"What happened to me just now? I have never been this agitated before." He looked at the destroyed Dark Elf buildings, shifted his attention to relax himself. On the wreckage, some parts were still burning with flames. However, in this giant cavern where Ratris City was located, the firelight seemed so insignificant, it could never dispel the darkness here.

"Perhaps it’s because I have stayed in this environment for too long that I am slowly changing." Lynch explained to himself.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself, but caught a whiff of the pungent stench from the ogre warriors below. The battle was over, their masters had vanished like smoke, and as slaves, the ogres had no reason to continue fighting. Besides money, they had no loyalty; the "destruction" of the second family only meant they had a new master, life still had to go on.

A few warriors from the first family were organizing these ogres, treating them as spoils of war. The intact or slightly injured slaves lined up in two columns, slowly heading towards the first family’s encampment. Those who were dead or too severely injured to be worth treating would become food for the family’s demon beasts.

Not long after, the elite family warriors also emerged, mostly carrying things, seeming to have taken them from the second family’s treasury. Following behind them were priests, not only members from the first family, but also quite a few defectors. Lynch believed these people would undergo strict scrutiny before truly joining the first family, but for now, no one but Batana herself could be trusted by the matron to conduct this examination. After two rounds of losses, the first family lost not just their efforts and most of their soldiers, but even the family’s priest, suffering considerable casualties.

Fortunately, the battle against the Blysha family "victory" allowed Batana to replenish resources and rebuild strength. This surprise attack was exceedingly successful, and the spoils acquired far exceeded the matron’s original expectations. What they gained was at least five times more than what they lost.

"Batana’s mind must now be filled with the honor of the first family. She stands once again at the peak of power." Lynch looked at the arrogant first matron: "But beneath the peak where you stand, a giant worm named Briza is digging a hole. How long can you hold on?"

The last to leave the encampment were clusters of zombies, moving slowly, but would never stop until they reached their goal. These mindless, thoughtless walking corpses were ignored by everyone. Even without supervision, they would return to the first family’s encampment. Seeing the large number of zombies emerging, Lynch knew Briza’s plan had succeeded. Unlike before, Batana did not choose to turn the dead Drow Elite Warriors into soul-bound corpses, but instead wastefully made them into ordinary zombies. It seemed their spells and divine power were completely exhausted, and the recent fatigue could only be attributed to verifying the loyalty of the captives. The dwindling number of priests seemed to make Batana anxious, rapidly absorbing the remaining priests of the second family, hoping to quickly restore their deterrence in divine arts.

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