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Advent of the Archmage

Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. "Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?" What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game. "Bring it on!" Link answered confidently. "Then, best of luck." And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

Mo Xiang · Games
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726 Chs

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Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the end, Evelina still saw Skinorse's group.

Skinorse didn't mind. He was always more forgiving to beautiful girls and forgot what had happened after seeing Evelina's delicate features. Instead, he started worrying over her injuries.

"Oh, you seem to be heavily wounded. Are you okay? Do you need Moya to check?"

Hearing that, Priest Moya couldn't help but scoff. She shot a look at Skinorse. Even though Skinorse and Irvan didn't say anything after coming back, Moya was skilled and could tell what was wrong with someone at a glance.

For example, she could tell where Irvan was hurt by how he walked. Skinorse also looked like an unconfident pervert. Moya had a basic idea of what had happened after asking some more questions.

Seeing Skinorse like this now, she felt that he was beyond saving.

Irvan had escaped early this morning. What had happened yesterday had traumatized him. He couldn't face anyone who knew the details.