The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 208

"Do you think we don’t have an explanation? That's simple. Today, didn't we have three hundred bandits arrive? We can tell Cobalt Strike that Elder Vandill valiantly resisted the bandits and sacrificed himself. As representatives of Stormcast, we would like to express our deepest gratitude.”

Vandill’s laughter faded, and the Cobalt Strike Protégés grew tense, staring at Alavin. Was this lad serious? Or was he just trying to scare them?

“Are you scared?" Alavin smiled.

Was it a jest? No! Alavin intended to kill them all, leaving none alive! They were about to atone for their eight years of sin!

“The Grand Elder dared to send men disguised as bandits. Then let's play a game of turnabout. I'll make you swallow your own teeth and blood!”

The scene fell silent, and the Mallister family's guards and the Cobalt Strike Protégés watched Alavin in disbelief, his soft laughter the only sound in their ears. Many of the Mallister family's women covered their mouths, staring fixedly at Alavin.

“Elder Vandill, fear not, for you shall become heroes – heroes who valiantly resisted the bandits and sacrificed themselves bravely. I shall see to it that your bodies are returned to Cobalt Strike, along with the corpses of those brigands. Oh, and I shall send a grand plaque to the Grand Elder with the inscription.”

At last, a fierce cruelty crossed Alavin's face, as he thought, “Grand Elder, I wish you a long life, so long as it doesn’t end by my hand!”

Lucan and the others stared at Alavin, first in shock, then in a daze, and before they knew it, a surge of heat flowed through their bodies, their skin prickling with goosebumps. One by one, they

turned their heads towards the Elder Vandill and his followers, eyes bloodshot.

Vandill, at last, sensed something was terribly wrong. "What are you planning? Don’t listen to Alavin's mad ravings. To kill an Elder of Cobalt Strike – none of you can bear the consequences!"

"Elder Vandill, here is a parting gift for you before you meet your end."

"What?"

"I know who killed your grandson, Grennan. Hehe, it was me. That day, I was here." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Vandill flew into a rage. "Alavin, you bastard!"

Suddenly, Lucan roared. His body erupted with flames, and he glared fiercely at Vandill. "Brothers, we have endured for eight years. Shall we endure any longer?"

"No more endurance!" Thousands of guards’ blood was boiling. No one understood the frustration and forbearance they had suffered over eight years. Was today finally the end? Was all of this real?

Alavin raised his hand, gesturing lightly. "Lay them to rest!"

Vandill warned with venom, "Alavin, think carefully! There's no secret that time does not reveal. Killing an Elder of Cobalt Strike is an unforgivable crime."

"I just need to give Cobalt Strike a plausible cause of death. The rest is of no consequence. Uncle Lucan, stop dawdling and send them on their way.” Alavin turned to look at Balder.

Balder chuckled, snapping his fingers lightly. Hundreds of The Silent Blade appeared out of nowhere, ten of whom were holding ten heads – those were the ten Protégés Vandill had sent out, and they had all been secretly dealt with.

Who were these people? Godfred and the others were astonished. Could it be... reinforcements? Had the young lord brought reinforcements?

In an instant, they all figured it out. What was there to hesitate about!

"Alavin!! Don't be rash! We can still negotiate." Vandill finally realized what was happening and panicked.

"Negotiate? Really?"

"Yes! Just state your terms!" Vandill gasped for breath, thinking, “You bastard, are you addicted to toying with me?”

"What exactly happened eight years ago? What was in the tribute?"

"I truly do not know, that operation was personally managed by the Grand Elder."

"Is that so?"

"Indeed."

"See you in the next life. Attack."

"Alavin!"

In a flash, over a thousand guards and more than four hundred of The Silent Blade charged toward Vandill and his Cobalt Strike Protégés.