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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 · Jogos
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726 Chs

The Death Scythe of the South

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the Black Forest

Dark Elf Lawndale Markins looked at Orida Fortress from afar.

When Link returned, he started a decisive battle to wipe out the demons. Lawndale had watched the entire process.

At the end of the battle, not a single demon had escaped the fortress. All of them perished.

Using the Eagle Eyes spell, he saw the light of the protective barrier around the central of Orida Fortress disappear. Then, a bunch of people rushed out and greeted Link. After killing thousands of demons, Link still looked perfectly unharmed. In fact, from his stride, it looked like he was still at full strength.

Lawndale saw Link being led into the fortress by the human army. The attitude of the humans was as though Link was a god descended from the heavens.

"From what it seems, the Princess Saroviny you talked about is dead," a female voice said next to Lawndale's ear. It was a deep and raspy voice.