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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

Two “Madmen”

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ferde Wilderness.

"Celine, how come you're here?" Link welcomed her happily.

To be honest, it had been a bit dangerous. If he hadn't sensed Nana's aura, Link would have drunk the medicine from the Red Dragon Queen.

Holding the pistol, Celine walked over. She glanced at Aymons, whom Nana had turned into a flesh stick, and then at Alloa. One second later, she looked down at Alloa's chest and back at her own. Her expression immediately grew unfriendly. "Who is she?"

Link didn't feel this change. "She's Alloa," he explained. "She had just escaped from the Dark Elves in the North."

Alloa nodded. "I came to the South just to find Link. I appreciate his accomplishments in spatial magic."

"Oh." Celine nodded coolly and tossed over a cloak. "Put this on."

"Thanks." Alloa knew that she looked pathetic right now. She caught the cloak and covered her body.