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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 · Game
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726 Chs

The North Has the Divine Gear, the South Has the Undead Army

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Seaside cave.

After Nana woke up, she looked between Link and Vance. Finally, she looked at Link and opened her arms. "Clothes gone," she said. "Nana wants clothes."

Link was Nana's highest authority, and she would go to him whenever she needed something. Link quickly took out the feminine leather armor he had prepared beforehand. Nana was actually ungendered, but her outer appearance was feminine to fool the enemies. It wasn't good to let her run around naked.

Unexpectedly, Nana shook her head. "War kilt. I want war kilt."

Link didn't understand why a magic puppet would care about clothes.

Thinking for a bit, Vance said, "I got it. In battle, clothing greatly affects movement. The magic puppet's combat experience has gotten used to the variable of the war kilt. That's why it would make this choice instinctively."

However, a war kilt wasn't the best for movement. Link put the leather on Nana. "We wear this now."