Mage Legend
Chapter 92 - 26 episodes SAIWENG

Chapter 92: 26 episodes SAIWENG

Lynch slowly walked out of the tower, while Nimo began the arduous task of climbing the stairs. Due to his height limitations, the steps of this ice tower were almost as high as from his feet to his knees. He struggled to lift his legs, grasping the handrail beside the stairs, just to arduously climb upwards.

Every hundred steps, he would take out a piece of wrapped dry food from his backpack, placing it on the side of the step as a marker. Because the staircase spiraled upwards, as long as the Dwarf stood from a high point and looked down, he could clearly see his current position by counting the foods.

So, even though he walked slowly, he was much faster than Deluo, who repeatedly became "forgetful" due to excessive excitement.

"Nine hundred ninety-eight, whew... finally reached nine hundred ninety-nine!" Nimo wiped the sweat off his forehead. Although the ice tower was covered with hard, thick ice, making everything crystal clear, the temperature was not low at all. All the ice and snow only emitted a slight chill when touched by human hands, and without touching, one could be under the illusion that "these ice blocks were only sophisticated imitations made by excellent painting or sculpture." After a long ascent, the Dwarf was already panting heavily.

Nimo placed his water bottle on the thousandth step, then pushed the wall with his hands according to the method taught by Lynch. Before he could exert force, Nimo felt a whirlwind sensation and fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, several torches around him lit up successively, dispelling the darkness around the Dwarf.

Nimo rubbed his smashed nose, enduring the stinging pain in his eye sockets, and slowly climbed up to examine the room.

The room was not large, only ten meters square, and was empty, with nothing on the surrounding walls. This was far from the room with large display racks filled with magical trinkets that Nimo imagined should exist—since childhood, he believed a treasure room should be like that. In this room, there was only a wooden chair with a very high back and armrests, a huge and bulky iron box, and a skeleton so decayed that only the bones remained.

Nimo stepped forward, tilting his head to carefully observe the skeleton—it was completely indistinguishable from the outside appearance when this skeleton had died, as it was so thoroughly decayed that it could be described as a "clean corpse."

The skeleton was sitting in the chair, slightly leaning forward, its right hand reaching towards the box in front. But its action had frozen midway, its fingers only a few inches away from the iron box.

Nimo dared not touch the box, fearing any danger. He took out a magnifying glass made by his uncle from his backpack and began to examine it carefully.

"Ouch! How did I fall..." Deluo’s voice came from behind Nimo, startling the Dwarf into a cold sweat. That instant felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat.

"Deluo, don’t scare me, will you..." Nimo picked up the magnifying glass he had dropped on the floor in fright, "Luckily, it didn’t break..."

"Wow, this is interesting. You and I clearly entered from the stairs at both ends of the tower, yet we ended up in the same room, hehe. Spells are indeed mysterious." Deluo climbed from the ground, quickly walked over to the Little Dwarf, and curiously looked at the skeleton on the chair and again at the big box in front of it.

"It’s really empty here, I wonder if those two angels have tricked us. But what’s in this box?" Deluo reached out to touch the iron box. His actions were so swift that Nimo couldn’t stop him. All he heard was a squeak, and the box was opened.

"Ah~~~~ no!" Deluo let out a miserable cry.

As he had always longed for suitable weapons, he found the box was empty.

Nimo was so frightened he sat down on the ground; Deluo’s action had been too risky. If the box had a trap, then Deluo would have ended up like the skeleton. However, his fright soon turned to elation, and he sprang from the floor, shaking Deluo’s arm vigorously.

"Deluo, Deluo! Look around, forget the box!" the Dwarf shouted loudly.

Deluo looked up, eyes wide open, his eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets. She opened her mouth, yet couldn’t speak.

What was originally a clean, empty room turned into several full display racks along the walls, with various items on them. On the first wall, from gem-studded crowns to gold-threaded goblets, from ancient and exquisite paintings to breathtakingly realistic sculptures, even more than half of the shelves were filled with gold coins and gemstones. The first display case was filled with items of artistic beauty and tremendous value.

However, Deluo’s gaze was deeply trapped in the second cabinet, unable to extricate herself. On this shelf were various weapons: Longswords, giant axes, and hard spears; daggers, short knives, and darts; longbows, short bows, and crossbows were all available. There were even some rare weapons like meteor hammers, wolf fang clubs, and long whips with barbs resting quietly on the shelf.

The third display cabinet was filled with armors of various sizes. From the honor-representing engravings on them, the original owners of these armors were undoubtedly powerful heroes, capable of easily conquering a country with the monsters they defeated. From heavy full-body armor to lightweight chain armor, it gathered the finest crafts of humans, elves, and Dwarfs. Below the shelf, numerous shields were stacked layer upon layer, filling an entire layer. Any craftsman from any race would be shocked by the value of these casually placed shields.

Nimo, however, was deeply attracted by the collection on the last wall: it was piled with all kinds of "miscellaneous items." They’re called miscellaneous because it’s impossible to categorize them: snuff bottles, small mirrors, books and tools, various bottles and jars, big bags and small bags, scattered all over the wall. Nimo now wished he had ten hands and twenty eyes to touch and look at all these dazzling items.

"It should indeed be like this!" Nimo ran towards the fourth shelf.

"We’re rich..." Deluo softly uttered, gently rubbing a warhammer in her hand.

On the other hand, Lynch was slowly walking in the frozen passage, flipping the Badge given by the Angel in his hand. The Badge featured a golden sun emblem and a shield glowing with silver light. Lynch had seen this pattern before—it was the honor insignia of the Holy Fighting Group under the command of the Light God Pate Temple. Although it couldn’t be used as proof to command the priests or knights of the temple, any priest of Pate would grant the highest respect and support upon seeing this insignia.

"It’s really something good." Lynch hung it around his neck, "From now on, wherever I go, I can rest at the Pate Temple. It saves me a lot of trouble."

He recalled his travels as an apprentice mage on the Anriel Continent, frequently encountering troubles brought by bandits, and often due to the deep-seated fear among civilians regarding various mage-related legends, he had received all kinds of unfriendly treatment. However, having this insignia would allow him to avoid some degree of "harassment" from the populace and venture more peacefully.

However, when he saw the scene at the ice tower entrance, his newly arisen good mood instantly vanished without a trace.

Deluo sat cross-legged on the ground, diligently wiping a huge double-headed sword with his sleeves. Around him were scattered fragments of broken items and armor punctured with holes, resembling a battlefield after a massive battle.

"This is the best one indeed!" Now, Deluo’s expression was like that of a wolf that had been starving for half a month and suddenly discovered a fat sheep.

Nimo, in contrast, was like a hyperactive child, continuously picking up one item, looking at it, and then switching to the next. There were simply too many new things in front of him to see with just two eyes. His excitement was so great that his small face turned red, and sweat droplets appeared on his forehead.

Suddenly, a wave appeared on the wall, ripples emerging out of thin air. Then, a solemn-looking mage walked in.

Lynch held two items, a black square Badge and an earring with a slight blue opal. He glanced at the room filled with disarrayed items and gently said: "That Angel, was captured..."

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The torrential rain in the sky had slowly subsided, and the fiercely burning ring of fire had long turned into past scenes. Softly stepping onto the yellow, desertified ground, a black figure came before five cages.

Stretching out his left hand, gently caressing the surface of the already opened iron cage, a burst of fury involuntarily erupted: the Arcane Secret Scrolls he once thought of day and night, wanting to grasp tightly in his hands, had vanished...

"Don’t let me find out where you’ll appear. Hope you can evade my surveillance," the shadow gritted his teeth, scolding fiercely, "Once I find you, I’ll make you regret ever coming to this world!"

On the other hand, without hearing this vicious curse, Lynch dejectedly explained to his companions the big trouble they encountered: the Angel girl seemed to have been taken by the Dark Elf and vanished into the underground darkness. The battle scene only left the two items he now held in his hand...

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