webnovel

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 · Jogos
Classificações insuficientes
726 Chs

Former Traitor

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The High Elf before him looked like a 23- or 24-year-old human. Since High Elves had twice the lifespan, she should be around 40 years old.

As for looks, High Elves all had delicate features. Link felt that she was pretty. She wore the dark green robe with golden designs that High Elf Magicians wore. Her forehead was adorned with a leafy frontlet that High Elves loved. Her power aura was fleeting but very obscure. It should be around Level-9.

This meant that this young High Elf was somehow a Level-9 Nature Magician.

Even if the Mana density had been rising and it was easier for Magicians to level up, Level-9 was still very high. As far as Link knew, even the High Elf Queen hadn't reached the Legendary level.

So this was definitely someone in the upper class of the High Elves. But why would someone like that come to steal his notes?

Link didn't want to believe it.