Mage Legend
Chapter 63: Episode 12 Drow_2

Chapter 63: Episode 12 Drow_2

"No, I’m a Dark Elf. I’ll get dizzy if I see sunlight," the little girl said calmly.

Lynch’s mouth fell open; he couldn’t believe what this woman was saying. Her? With such fair skin, a "Dark" Elf? Although in every other aspect—her hair, eyes, body, bone structure—she was a perfect match for a Drow. But the most obvious feature—her skin—was completely different. Where in the world is there a Dark Elf with white skin!!

Nimo was also shocked. Although he had never seen a Drow, he had heard plenty about them from the elders. Now, he felt the world was truly mysterious; it turned out there were Dark Elves who were white...

In that moment of distraction, the slice of meat in his hand wobbled and slid off the table. The elf girl let out a little cry, quickly reaching out to retrieve the meat. The hot slice burned her small hand. She hurriedly tossed the meat back onto the stone slab and brought her injured finger to her mouth, blowing air on it.

Deluo, having no knowledge of the Underdark, discreetly gave Lynch a thumbs-up, his expression clearly saying: Mage, you didn’t lie to me; she’s stunning, just stunning.

"Little girl, what’s your name?" Lynch, who hadn’t met many Dark Elves before, couldn’t judge the girl’s age based on appearance. He had to call her "little girl" based on her earlier behavior.

"Ah, I’m Zilvra Nas. But I’m not a little girl; I’m already 80 years old."

Disappointment was clearly written across Deluo’s face.

"So Zilvra, how did you end up in the Underdark alone?"

"I don’t know either. It seems like I just fell asleep and then suddenly found myself here. By the way, do you know Hanmosidun City? A Gray Dwarf City?" the girl asked, tilting her head.

"Heard of it, we’re on our way there," Deluo immediately responded.

The Mage glared at Deluo, the chatty guy who exposed their group’s whereabouts. In the Underdark, this was very dangerous. Many bandits would set up ambushes in places you might pass by; unsuspecting adventurers often ended up becoming fertilizer in this underground world.

"Ah! I think the meat is ready to eat," Zilvra pulled a short dagger from her waist, moved the largest piece of roasted meat in front of her, licked her lips, cut a piece, and impatiently stuffed it into her mouth.

"Mmm... it’s quite tasty. You guys should eat too..." Zilvra waved her hand, inviting everyone to eat. Her actions were so natural, it was as if she had cooked the food and Lynch’s group were the guests.

Lynch and the other three sat down; four people circled around the sizzling hot stone slab, slowly savoring fragrant lizard meat in the dark underground. If only they could ignore the distant low growls, this might even be a decent picnic gathering.

At night, without saying a word, Zilvra found a warm spot near the fire, covered herself with a cloak, and turned over to sleep.

Lynch looked at the girl who hadn’t even asked for their names and couldn’t help but marvel at her luck. Judging by her earlier performance, she was definitely a rookie in adventure. To survive in such harsh environments like the Underdark, either she was the illegitimate daughter of the Goddess of Fortune, or she possessed extraordinary skills, and everything before was just a façade.

Nimo fell asleep; dwarves always needed more sleep time, and he couldn’t resist the lure of sleep. Deluo prepared to keep watch; the Underdark’s night was the most dangerous time of day, and he didn’t dare to let his guard down. However, the fierce battle from the day soon left him feeling fatigued. Before long, even his great strength couldn’t stop his heavy eyelids from falling. Deluo, hugging a large rock, also fell asleep.

Among the four, Lynch was the only one who hadn’t succumbed to slumber. Although he closed his eyes, the Eye of Insight’s capabilities were not blocked by any non-magic items, and a mage’s eyelids were certainly not magic items. Lynch watched the new girl, observing her every move—he simply couldn’t let his guard down.

In the middle of the night, the girl’s body suddenly began to convulse, shaking violently enough to dislodge her cloak, revealing the mithril chain armor of a Dark Elf beneath. Although well-crafted, the quality compared to Lynch’s past "collections" was far inferior.

Zilvra shook her head, suddenly leaping up, and drew a thin sword from her waist. The blade was entirely black, coated with a special lacquer to avoid any light reflections. Zilvra scanned the surroundings, looked at the other three motionless people, noticed the roasted meat on the stone slab, and then checked her own equipment. Holding the thin sword, she slowly walked towards the Mage.

Meanwhile, Lynch’s right hand was tightly gripping an attack Magic Scroll, hidden beneath his wide robe.

Zilvra stopped about 5 meters in front of Lynch, scrutinizing the Mage from head to toe. Perhaps due to the many terrifying tales about mages, she dared not move any closer. Zilvra wouldn’t have known that if she took one more step forward, Lynch’s Magic Scroll would be unleashed.

"Hmph, three men!" Zilvra snorted lightly from her nose. "A muscle-head, a dwarf only good enough to be turned into a dish, and a mage... a surface mage." Zilvra squinted, returned the thin sword to her waist, and her lips curled up slightly, "Let’s see how long you can survive underground."

After saying this, the girl’s body trembled again and suddenly went limp on the ground, gradually emitting soft snores. This Zilvra drifted into slumber.

The Mage wasn’t sure if the elf had seen through his pretended sleep tactic and remained extremely cautious. Indeed, using a few spells against this Drow Elf, even with their strong magic resistance, wouldn’t let her escape all magic. Such an approach might indeed solve everything once and for all, removing any concerns about the potential threat Zilvra posed. But Lynch would never make the first move.

He wouldn’t strike against anyone who hadn’t attacked him or his friends first.

So, Lynch didn’t sleep a wink that night.

"Ah, ah, woke up," Zilvra turned over and got up, stretching lazily. Without the cloak now, and the Dark Elf equipment always highlighting a woman’s figure, her stretch was like the devil’s temptation, directly captivating Deluo’s just-awakened gaze.

"Ah, Miss Zilvra, good morning. How did you sleep?" Deluo wiped his sleepy eyes with his large hand, putting on a facade of full energy, exuding vitality.

"Hmph! Slept well. Hmm? How did I end up sleeping here? And where’s my cloak?" Zilvra found herself lying just 5 meters in front of the Mage. Lynch frowned, "Does she not remember her actions last night, or is she a very good actress?"

But regardless of what Lynch thought, from then on, their group was accompanied by a female Drow. A white-skinned "Drow"...