Mage Legend-Chapter 352: Episode 27: The Meeting (Part 2)_2

"Before making my soul different from others, I first changed my face." Fyyian stroked the knife scars on his face. "It’s really amazing. At that time, I only felt the relief of liberation and no pain at all."

Yilinrui swallowed hard, otherwise, she would have vomited due to nausea. She said, "Fyyian, you’re already different enough. It’s still not too late to stop before the Undead creatures destroy this land."

"No," Fyyian said. "Can you see a future where I’m convinced by you? No, that scene is not within your vision. The attack of the Undead army can’t be stopped, and those attempting to stand in my way will not escape destruction."

"What do you mean by that?" Yilinrui asked.

"The elves have lost their former glory and are no longer the great race on this continent," Fyyian said. "Think about it, Yilinrui, how many past legends have vanished in the long peace spoken of in poems? No more giant eagles soaring above the Elf Kingdom, and no silver fish swimming at the bottom of Erutalon’s river. Now, the elves have even called upon a Human Mage who uses Drow Magic for help, which is the strangest thing in the world! Since the elves have deteriorated, isn’t it better for them to be destroyed by me, an elf, rather than by another race?" freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Crazy! You’re completely crazy," Yilinrui said. "Listen to what you’re saying! Destruction, degeneration, extinction. These are the things filling your mind! You, and that so-called ’master’ you mentioned, have nothing else! In my view, you are not worthy of calling yourself an elf! To me, Lynch the Mage is more of an elf than you are!"

"Lynch, is that the name of the Human Mage?" Yilinrui sneered. "The last female Drow to leave this tower mentioned that name too, not as ’righteously’ as you. She merely murmured it in her dreams. I have no interest in finding out what kind of person this Lynch is, since I’ve already dealt with him."

"Dealt with?" Yilinrui’s heart tightened. "I think you’re living in your own fantasy world!"

"It’s you elves living in a fantasy, not me," Fyyian said. "I saw through Lynch’s death-feigning Illusion Technique, trying to plant a spy in my army with such a trick, truly whimsical. Still, it’s far better than those unimaginative elves. Since he is a clever person, what happens when he falls into a Maze World with ’Dullness Technique’ deployed?"

"Did you use a ’Maze Spell’ on him, making him disappear from this world?" Yilinrui recalled Lynch suddenly vanishing before her eyes and couldn’t help but start to worry.

"If you think so, then yes, it was me," Fyyian said. "In the coming days, I ask the Princess to stay in my high tower for a while, and I guarantee to send you back to the Elf Holy Mountain Heather, but I can’t guarantee what it will become."

After saying this, he waved his hand lightly, and the Undead who had just dispersed gathered around again, tightly surrounding Yilinrui.

"Think about it, Fyyian," Yilinrui called out loudly as she watched the master of the Undead Tower turn away. "You want to be different, yet you’re becoming more like the Undead under your command. Is that your true purpose?"

Fyyian did not slow his pace because of her words; he closed the gates of the Undead Tower and threw Yilinrui into the dungeon. There, the Undead would tirelessly and unwaveringly guard the prisoners, and the Elf Princess saw no possibility of escape. However, in Yilinrui’s heart, she was not the only prisoner in this tower. There was another elf, also imprisoned by his own obsession.

Naturally, Lynch was not completely trapped by the Maze Spell. He hadn’t even realized that he had fallen under the enemy’s spell. To him, it seemed as if time suddenly stopped, like waking up to find the sky already bright.

The Maze Spell is a technique used by Mages specifically to deal with those hard-to-kill opponents. It traps the one affected by the spell in endless turns and dead ends. Meanwhile, the Dullness Technique lowers the intelligence level of those under its influence, making it difficult for them to think correctly and forever unable to leave the maze.

If Lynch realized he had once escaped the Maze Spell, he would have been drenched in cold sweat and filled with dread. As someone familiar with this spell, Lynch knew very well that only the Goddess of Fortune herself could leave that world unconsciously.

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