Mage Legend

"Voices will never fill an empty stomach." Mia from Haisas stepped into the middle of the area, looked at Wislin, and said, "We need something tangible that we can hold in our hands. If the sacred Pate is willing, we can dispatch elite troops to help you fight, but they must be equipped with magical weapons assisted by the sacred Pate, and..."

Kuboert stood up, stepped in front of Wislin, clasped his hands together, and said to the leader of Haisas, "We are very grateful for your kindness, but the weapons the Paladins are using now have been blessed by the Light God Priest. If they are not devout believers, those things are like scrap iron in their hands. I am very sorry, but I can only decline your kind offer."

"Then, the only ones who can provide equipment with the strength of the whole country are the Dwarves and the Elf Clan." Mia glanced at Barrend's stature, then shook his head, "Even if we could get help from the Dwarves, we would have to wait for them to manufacture new products. We don't have that many warriors of dwarf stature." He turned to the Elf Queen Hernfurry and said, "Your Majesty, I hope you can show true magnanimity and generosity."

Suddenly, Yim, Haisas, the four Great Lords of the South, and the representative from Tarrenan all fell silent, looking at the Elf Queen.

Hernfurry had been listening to these people's conversations, and she hadn't spoken, only smiled continuously. The Elf Queen stood up from her seat and gently took off her necklace, which was a string of crystal gems sparkling like starlight. She said, "This is a magic necklace that allows one to avoid flames and cold. It is as dazzling as a diamond and as pure as the bright moon. Now, Mr. Mia, please extend your hand to receive this treasure."

Haisas's Duke extended his hand in disbelief, and it wasn't until a cold sensation came from his palm that he was sure that the Queen's treasure had arrived in his hand. However, before he could closely examine it, the necklace's shine immediately dimmed, and it became an ordinary accessory.

"Only the blood of elves can use the elves' weapons, and only the call of an elf can make them shine," the Elf Queen explained slowly as she returned to her seat, "We elves have our own heritage, our nimble hands can create magical artifacts. This is a gift from the gods, beginning with and exclusive to elves. Even if one is not a Mage, we can create miracles, but such power cannot be reproduced in others. We do indeed have items that can be used by other beings, but they are no different from the creations of the Mages."

The Duke of Mia looked at the necklace in his hand, turning it over and over without finding any "mechanism," and he could not feel any difference between it and an ordinary hand ornament. If it were under other circumstances, he would have suspected a scam, but in front of the Elf Queen, such suspicion was a form of desecration. He nodded, respectfully returned the necklace to the Queen's hand, and retreated back to his seat.

"So, the only thing we can rely on is the Mage Association?" a young lord stood up, his rebellious eyebrows full of pride. He strode to the podium, trying to showcase his young charm. Perhaps elsewhere, such a move would elicit screams of excitement from women, but now, it was of no use other than expressing impatience. "Mages, I greatly respect your achievements. But since you are still members of this world, you should not hoard those historical treasures! I will offer you reasonable compensation for your contributions."

Mages are sometimes like giant dragons; you can negotiate to "borrow" something from them, but wanting to buy it is itself an insult and provocation. Archmage Ambit didn't even raise an eyebrow, maintaining a meditative expression. He noticed the speeches of the dwarves, heard the voices of Haisas and Yim, and completely ignored the vibrations from that lord's throat.

"Mages, always the mages." Haisas's Mia looked at the Archmage with "patterns" on his head and wasn't in a good mood. He knew very well that getting angry here was unwise, but there were still things to say, "Mages once brought the world to its ruin, and such threats still exist. Haisas still does not welcome mages."

Ambit stood up, but he didn't approach the podium, letting that place for the ignorant young lord. He first nodded to the Elf Queen and then said, "I heard the Duke of Mia's remarks; such words are no different from the past, and I remember them. The reputation of us mages has become history, and that generation of ancestors has long been buried in dust. Although I cannot ask you to immediately forget those stories, after all, the Mage Association is not your enemy now."

"Such words are very fair, Mr. Ambit," the Elf Queen praised, "Do you have any wise solutions for the current situation?"

"The Mage Association is not just looking for a solution, but has already begun to act. The apprentices are working tirelessly, expending their hard-earned Magic Power on Magical Equipment. The Association once sold a batch of equipment, but henceforth, it can only satisfy those who urgently need it and will not sell indefinitely. We are not omnipotent and cannot complete so much work at once." Ambit's message at least brought smiles to many people's faces, as if they had already obtained those sharp blades, while forgetting the immense price they would have to pay.

"Furthermore, we have already begun to act," the Archmage continued with news that no one had ever mentioned before: "Long before you were alerted, the Mage Association had already begun to counter those mysterious Snake-men. We have indeed fought head-to-head with them. Many precious lives have been lost, and don't forget, becoming a Mage is inherently a difficult task, so these losses are absolutely immeasurable."

The masked figure beside Ambit stood up and came to the Archmage's side. It was evident that he was trembling slightly, seemingly very agitated.

"We are very grateful for the efforts of the Mages and sincerely express our gratitude and regret," said the Elf Queen.

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty," Ambit's eyes gleamed with a strange light, causing Lynch to involuntarily move closer to Hernfurry. A Mage's intuition told Lynch that the Archmage's performance was undoubtedly unusual.

"Your Majesty, the Mage Association, in its fight against the Snake-men, made an ally who has also been harmed by the group of invaders. I think it is fitting to bring her to a meeting like this. Please allow me to introduce this companion by my side."

The grey cloak was suddenly lifted, and the masked figure finally revealed their face. The Elf Queen stood up in shock, looking incredulously at the visitor before her. Both the dwarves and the Paladins wore the same expression. Morgan had already pulled out the hammer hidden under his clothes, his small eyes watching the figure with the silvery hair on their head.

Lynch stepped forward, peering into the darkness beneath the grey cloak. He had met this person before, and they had once dealt with each other. Among all the guests, the most unlikely to appear was the person in front of Lynch, and yet, she appeared in full view of everyone.

"Briza? How is this possible?"