Chapter 74 Yesterday’s Afterglow

Lin Qi just felt that the wizard was making a fuss. This was how the world was. In fact, Lin Qi had always been on guard against the elves.

It's only natural that they would be replaced by demons one day.

So the Scepter of Kotego would be activated by Lynch from time to time to decide whether they should continue their journey as usual or let the elves travel in a different form of existence.

Lin Qi's calm voice made the archmage shiver all over:

"Yes, we will meet him again. The destined meeting has been engraved on the stone tablet of the ancient saints. It's just that you still don't have enough experience to see through the disguise."

"You need to learn, elf cub. The power of darkness is far more terrible than you think."

After all, he is just a small guy among the elves, although he is strong enough and has a certain understanding of the power of darkness.

The halo of a hero cannot make up for the lack of experience. If the "wise man" in the White Tower of Hoeth faced this situation, he would not feel any waves at all.

The great wizard was in this state of anxiety throughout the afternoon.

Although he concealed it well, Lynch could smell the pervasive emotions.

Some of the Sword Masters of Hoeth were also a little panicked, but they seemed to be very concerned about their status and were unwilling to express their feelings. They just avoided the observation of their companions and did not expose their own weakness.

Lynch was annoyed by the elves' way of communicating. They could express dozens of emotions with their eyes alone, and few other creatures could see it except the elves.

Tigris is considered easy to get along with. At least he speaks his mind like a human being.

Lynch sensed the peeping from the darkness, there was a faint smell of blasphemy, perhaps the elf's sensitive emotions attracted the devil, they like the elf's soul.

This is a very good bait, otherwise those evil spirits would just stay away from Lynch and play in the mortal realm for a while longer instead of fighting for the flesh and blood of mortals.

For demons, death in the Mortal Realms is never the end.

It's just a great game, they are immortal.

Few people can understand what the demons are trying to do. They are like young children fiddling with ants. They are merely playing when they don't receive instructions from the Supreme Being.

The world is like a bigger pond, and the creations of the Old Saints are tadpoles in it. Before the young race grows up to be able to fight against the demons, the Lizardmen need to protect the cubs.

It’s a pity that mortals are too ignorant.

The archmage's eyes were dazed from time to time. Lynch knew that the mage had discovered the uncleanness on a spiritual level and was also being affected by it.

Fortunately, there is no need to cast magic for the time being, and Teclis has a very high level of control over magic, so he will not be possessed by demons like ordinary wizards.

Lynch had witnessed the bravery of the wizard on the battlefield. You know, at that time, every spell cast could result in complete loss.

Looking at the laurel wreath on the wizard's head, Lynch felt quite heavy in his heart.

The uncleanness he smelled was very faint, but the demon could even bypass the artifact to affect the archmage!

Fortunately, after several white moon nights, the wizard's moon staff drove away the influence of the devil.

As the wizard returned to normal, Lynch gradually realized that Teclis' inexplicable respect had turned into awe.

It was as if that was not a cold-blooded creature, but a god.

As the team got closer and closer to Oaksoo, the fear and reverence in the air seemed to become tangible.

"What did you find?"

Lynch knew that Tigris had a special vision. His observation ability was even the same as Slan's. He could see traces that did not belong to this time and space.

Teclis carefully looked away, avoiding the bright starlight on the lizardman.

This illusory brilliance, invisible to mortals, has existed since the beginning, but is difficult to detect.

Perhaps it was the long-term interaction that brought him closer to the sacred. As time went by, and he and Lynch experienced battle after battle together, Teclis could already sense the depth and vastness of it.

"Ancient Saints! I saw their afterglow."

The great wizard began to wonder whether these rulers of ancient times, the disappeared old gods, would come back again.

The cold-blooded species are like fragments in the long river of time, touched and blessed by the great existence at the other end.

Lynch withdrew his gaze, perhaps the archmage saw the mark of Ashhoranka.

The existence of the Ancient Saints is different from that of ordinary things. Perhaps the traces they left behind will also affect the minds of living beings... such as making an Asur become neurotic.

Teclis was extremely superstitious, and it may be that the gods cured him of his illness.

This is not a bad thing, but Lynch hopes he will change to a more reliable belief.

At dusk, the evil aura became stronger, but Lynch still couldn't find any trace of the devil.

Ketaige gradually retreated, and the white moon pressed down on the evil moon.

This is a good sign, and the white moon is also known as an auspicious month.

Asur was praying to Lilith, the moon goddess, but Lynch looked down on this deity, and only a few gods could earn his respect.

As if thinking that Lynch couldn't see through his disguise, the demon became even more arrogant.

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Lynch followed the pervasive unclean smell, lit Kotego's scepter, and looked towards the bushes in the darkness on the left.

The moment Lynch's gaze fell, the short bushes shook.

His cold eyes lit up with a dangerous green, and Lynch took a step closer with an immortal light.

The low bushes retreated vaguely the same distance, also successfully attracting the elves' attention.

Lynch was like a gust of wind and appeared next to the bushes in an instant.

Green smoke rose up, and amidst the shrill screams, the bushes shrank into a timid young human being.

He has bird feathers growing on his body, a distortion caused by chaos.

Lynch looked at the mortal in confusion. It shouldn't be him. He didn't have the ability to influence the archmage.

The human's freckled face was frozen in fear, like a mosquito in amber.

The look of fear gradually disappeared, replaced by a playful smile.

An old voice came out of the young man's mouth. He used the Elvish language. After so many days of adjustment, Lin Qi could barely understand some of it.

"Are you the reptile that caused Carlos to fail?"

What responded to it was a dazzling arc of light, and the small body sublimated in the high temperature.

Accompanied by a cry of pain, the old and sharp roar dissipated in the sparks.

"I will be watching you! Interesting reptile, sooner or later you will be completely desperate and meet your final fate!"

Lynch simply took back the scepter with contempt. He was just a demon who only dared to bully others by speaking the truth!

When had Lin Qi ever despaired? When he saw the Great Unclean Ones coming to Itaza, he just wanted to fight to the death.

He had already prepared himself for death, and would rather die gloriously than flatter in the face of darkness.

A demon dared to stare at Lynch? He wanted to see whether this demon was better at manipulating magic than Carlos, or better at conquering than Prince Khorne.

The final fate?

Lin Qi's fate has always been in his own hands. Only the weak believe in the predetermined fate! There seemed to be some invisible things in the shadows of the jungle, and the vague peeping exposed the timidity of the evil spirits.

No one noticed that a white crow flew silently over.

(End of this chapter)