Mage Legend

"Apologize to Norton immediately!" Lynch's words were filled with irresistible authority: "Don't think that just because you can't use magic, I can't either! Even if you're an undead creature, I have countless ways to make you feel pain."

The yellow light in the witch demon's eyes flickered continuously, even as its body began to shatter, it remained silent. A white tiger lay on one side, closing its eyes, as if nothing was happening here and it was comfortably enjoying a nap. Norton gently held Lynch's shoulder, cautiously shaking it, as if unwilling to witness such a scene.

Lynch intensified the power of the Lightning Capture Palm, so much so that even the rune-engraved walls couldn't withstand such force and began to slowly crumble. The witch demon Heiss still didn't say a word, stubbornly enduring the pain of its body being sliced apart. Lynch released his hand, and the red flash vanished from the dungeon, freeing the entire wall from its trembling groans.

"Stubborn creature." Lynch looked at the witch demon sitting on the ground, with smoke rising from its entire body: "I'm out of patience to talk with you, giving you one last chance to say something to convince me not to throw you into a black hole of destruction."

Heiss blurted out: "How did you do that just now? I mean, casting a spell beside the tiger."

Lynch wagged his finger, bending over to Heiss and said: "Wrong question. But at least you still lost something a mage should have." He took out the witch demon's Life Box from his spatial bag, lightly holding it in his hand. Heiss recalled the torment it had suffered under magical power, its whole body began to tremble, with fragile bone fragments continuing to peel off.

"Now, I let you leave my castle and return to the north." The mage threw the Life Box in front of the witch demon through the gap in the bars and casually opened the cell door: "In the future, don't try to stand in front of me or my friends; that would be very unwise."

"You're letting me go?" Heiss didn't immediately pick up the Life Box, seemingly afraid that something terrible had already been written on it. "Just like that, letting me leave?"

"You must pay a certain price, which is to do something for me." Lynch patted the tiger's forehead, making the big creature move its butt, clearing a path. "Some bandits who shouldn't be there have come to the Ridge Mountains, making the dwarves homeless. I need you to clear them out. By the time the dwarves are ready to return home, I hope there are no unwelcome guests left."

Heiss thought for a moment, but his eyes never left the Life Box lying on the ground. Finally, he picked up the small box with his slender fingers and held it tightly. "Difficult, but not impossible."

"Then leave from here, I'm going to clean out all the rooms." Lynch, with the white tiger and Norton, left the dim underground and returned to the sunlit fortress garden. A figure quickly flew away from the All-Knowing Tower, heading directly north. The small demon statue asked: "Norton doesn't understand, is Heiss no longer a threat?"

"Once I returned, he was no longer a threat." Lynch stroked the white tiger's back, letting it follow closely by his side. The mage said to Norton: "His name is in my hands, Heiss wouldn't dare to act rashly. In the north, a spectacular dog-eat-dog battle will take place. Although I don't believe the witch demon can drive the snake-men away from there, it will at least save the dwarves quite a bit of effort. Now, Norton, this morning, you need to tell me everything that's happened over the past three years."

It seems that since the tower left the northern mountains, it has twisted and turned, finally finding rare peace in the Five Realms Mountain Range, where the flames of war are not as intense as on the Pate Plain but the oppressive atmosphere before the storm is suffocating. Holy Pate has essentially collapsed; after the new doctrine was promulgated, that Archbishop completely exposed his incompetence. In just two years, the powerful Paladin Order fell apart, and rumors and chaotic commands turned the continent's most renowned force into a third-rate legion. The rule from the temple system lost its effect, with only the beloved famous paladins able to gather some of Pate's soldiers, stubbornly and defiantly maintaining the glorious traditions of the past.

The snake-men expanded quickly, and they had almost become half the masters of Holy Pate. In the cities they occupied, they built gigantic hollow towers, from which thick black smoke billowed day and night, blackening the once blue skies. Most beastmen surrendered to the snake-men, then began to cut down the green mountains, hollow out the earth's veins, and continuously send the treasures of the land to the Black Smoke Tower. However, no one knows what they're manufacturing there.