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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 · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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The Nine O'Clock God of Moonlight (3/3)

Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The grass plains, nighttime

The caravans hastily made their way back to Norton Kingdom, but something unexpected happened. Around three in the morning, a mercenary ran back to his leader from the road up ahead. He seemed terrified, as if he had just witnessed something inexplicable.

"Leader, there's a problem up front."

The mercenary leader, Milo, looked a lot better than before. The symptoms of his poisoning had all but disappeared. He had also regained most of his strength.

Hearing this, Milo's brows furrowed. He looked around and said in a low voice, "Don't say it out loud, we don't want this to get out."

He feared that this would instigate panic among the merchants.

In a low, hurried tone, the mercenary said, "Leader, there's something blocking our path in front. It's wide and invisible, but it seems like a wall. A really big wall."