Mage Legend-Chapter 322: Episode 18 Spy_2

The distant forest swayed gently, resembling a breeze passing through. A smile appeared at the corner of Zilvra’s mouth; the mage had already foreseen the possibility of this scenario occurring. The female Drow silently approached Lynch, bent low, her curled body like a leopard ready to pounce. Lynch had told her that when the spell becomes very "spectacular," all flowing with brilliance, it’s actually the start of executing the plan. Lynch had long utilized the knowledge he learned from the Dark Elves, using the Magic Origin he mastered to drive the Magic Scrolls he prepared days ago, making the transformation of this swamp continue automatically. The attention-grabbing effect he created now was for the Undead.

Zilvra suddenly lunged at Lynch’s back, her weapon in hand slicing a perfect arc from the mage’s left waist to his right shoulder. A blood flower burst into the sky above the wetland, Lynch’s scream alarming the birds across the land.

The black-robed mage fell to the ground like an autumn leaf, uncontrollably. Zilvra circled around the "corpse" twice more, as if admiring her masterpiece. Then she appeared to notice something, hastily leaving the mage’s side.

When she passed by the suspicious "skeleton," Zilvra came to an abrupt halt. After a brief examination, the female Drow yanked the skeleton off the ground, gazing into its empty eye sockets and said, "Take me to your master, or experience something more dreadful than mere death."

The skeleton remained unmoving, its limbs loosely dangling, maintaining the "consciousness" it should have as a corpse. Zilvra suddenly threw it against a nearby large tree; amidst a cloud of dust, several pieces of broken bone fell from the skeleton.

"If it were a real corpse, it should have fallen apart long ago!" Zilvra shouted, "Get up and lead the way quickly!"

The skeleton reluctantly stood up slowly from the ground, swaying as it sought a new balance point. As the female Drow approached it, the skeleton finally hobbled deep into the forest, under the dense canopy of leaves, moving towards the Undead army’s location.

Zilvra noiselessly followed behind. She wanted several times to turn back to check on Lynch’s condition, but her reason stopped her from doing so. From now, her mission was to convince the leader of the Undead army that she was a Dark Elf sent to the surface for a special mission, and lure those souls into the trap set by Lynch.

Now she must fight alone—although, before meeting Lynch, Zilvra had always lived this way.

Lynch’s "corpse" remained lying on the ground, motionless, showing no breath or movement. The birds in the sky thought this human had passed away, issuing sorrowful cries circling over his head. The compassionate lifestyle of the elves had gradually changed the habits of the surrounding animals.

At this moment, a ghost emerged from beneath the ground next to the black-robed figure. Only in the Residual Star Swamp do ghosts not fear the power of the Holy River, allowing them to lurk beneath the surface. It floated beside the mage’s corpse, gently touching it with its semi-transparent tendrils. Suddenly, the mage’s body disintegrated as if destroyed by a "Dissociation Technique," turning into a pile of dust, then scattered by the wind. Only a scroll dropped beside remained as the sole evidence of the mage’s existence.

The ghost struggled greatly, taking several tries to grasp the scroll in its hands. As spirits, they find it challenging to influence the worldly objects. But in destroying the souls of mortals, they are undisputed masters.

After the ghost drifted away with the scroll, a few hours later, Lynch finally slowly stood up. His entire body was disguised using Illusion Technique, perfectly simulating the surrounding scene. As soon as Zilvra approached, he had already made his way to the outskirts of the Residual Star Swamp. Naturally, he himself was unscathed, only an authentic magical performance was in action. As a master of prophecy and Illusion Technique, manipulating various Blinding Techniques was his most skillful means. The mage watched for a while longer, ensuring everything was as he expected, then quietly headed towards where the elves were. However, to be safe, the illusion never lifted.

Only when Lynch paddled the small boat back to Heather’s landing did he remove the disguise. He returned to the appearance he had when he departed, the only difference being an added trace of fatigue on his face. The elves used fine white ropes to loop around the tip of the boat, pulling it to the shore.

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