Mage Legend-Chapter 360 - 30 episodes Unable_to_2

"I feel really good right now." Kuboert showed no signs of fatigue after using the holy power. He said, "This time I’ve eliminated so many undead creatures, it’s enough to get my name recorded in the annals of the Pate Temple."

"Dispelled, not eliminated," Lynch said. "As long as these liches have their intact life boxes, their ability to act will never disappear. Although you’ve thoroughly shattered their bodies now, they will still rise again next to the life boxes."

"Anyway, these undead should no longer pose any threat to Heather, right?" Kuboert looked at the forest submerged by the flood, where countless undead creatures were buried beneath the gradually calming waters. Their attempt to reach the elf sacred land was permanently halted here.

"They shouldn’t," Lynch said. "Even if there’s something missed, Fyyian doesn’t have the strength to launch an attack on Heather. Even if he retains some undying soul, the Holy Mountain itself is enough to destroy him."

"Now that you mention it, I recalled something," Kuboert said. "That disfigurer wouldn’t have been drowned directly by this flood, would he? Where did he hide?"

Lynch snapped his fingers, dispelling the force field. The two stood in water that was now only knee-deep. His eyes scanned around constantly but found no trace of Fyyian.

"He’s no longer here, maybe he’s already escaped." Lynch thought for a moment and then added, "However, I have a feeling he bypassed the two of us in the flood and went directly to Heather."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go quickly!" Kuboert said. "How can we let such a culprit get away?"

"How many spells can you still use?" Lynch smiled and asked the priest, "Other than healing abilities, what’s left?"

At this moment, the priest came to his senses. In the fight against the undead earlier, he got a bit excited and used up all his offensive spells. If Lynch still had combat power with his powerful wand, Kuboert could now only play a supporting role in the rear.

"Our task is basically finished here," Lynch said. "We can leave the rest to the Elf Queen."

Kuboert nodded, then immediately shook his head: "How can that be? Even if I have no strength, I think you still have some reserve. Similarly, I estimate that Fyyian also still has the possibility of fighting. Wouldn’t it be a pity if negligence leads to failure?"

Lynch stared into Kuboert’s eyes, trying to discern the true nature of this person. So he deliberately said, "The strength of the Elf Queen is very powerful. She will not be in any life-threatening danger, at most she’ll get some injuries. Only if the elves suffer greatly, will Holy God Pate have a better chance to form a stable alliance with Salantir. Isn’t that what you have always hoped for?"

"What is alliance for? Isn’t it to strike against evil! Ignoring the threat of evil for the sake of alliance is something I cannot do," Kuboert said, somewhat angrily. "I’m not like a mage who schemes, I only know that eliminating one skeleton will reduce a bit of evil. If I can’t help the Elf Queen fight against that Undead Mage, I’ll be very uneasy! That’s what I think, and also what the Light God Pate would instruct."

"He doesn’t care what you think," Lynch said, lifting his robe’s hem and wading through the water to walk in front of Kuboert. "Main Priest, the road is not spoken, it needs to be walked."

"What a strange person," Kuboert murmured to himself, striving to keep up with the black-robed figure ahead.

Meanwhile, in Holy Land Heather, the elves there were completely unaware of what was happening at Residual Star Swamp. Their attention was now all focused on the area around the western Unicorn Bay. The crazy fishmen had finally ignited a big fire, almost making them dizzy in the maze made up of the giant trees. The Moon Hand guards led by Caidi had caused severe casualties in their command system, plunging them into chaos.

"If we burn down these big trees, won’t we be able to get out of here?" said a fishman, a thought, a sentence.

Then came the towering flames.

The fishmen dived fearfully into the water, very apprehensive of those red tongues that would dry out their scales and prevent them from swimming properly. But in their dull minds, immersing themselves in the fire, hoping to burn a path out before turning into fish soup, seemed a very smart choice.

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