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Chapter 96 - 96 93 The Overwhelming of Legendary Power

?Chapter 96: Chapter 93 The Overwhelming of Legendary Power Chapter 96: Chapter 93 The Overwhelming of Legendary Power The sudden appearance of the elves took Amberser by surprise.

Amberser carefully scrutinized the group of elves, deducing their identities from their attire.

“The Dusk Guards of the Silvermoon Tribunal?”

This was a team composed of high-ranking professionals from the elf tribe, considered an elite force.

Unlike other conservative elves that stay home, these elves generally traveled around the continent to broaden their knowledge and experience. After becoming high-ranking professionals, they would return to the Silvermoon Tribunal and become true Dusk Guards.

The Dusk Guards were also a major reason for the numerous half-elves on the continent.

Adventurous travels often bring many thrilling moments. Living closely with companions, sparks are naturally struck. And elves, being beautiful regardless of gender, could not abstain for decades of attracting suitors and receiving advances. There were always moments of surrender.

Chasing romance is, after all, an elven instinct, and thus half-elves often came into being.

Moreover, due to the difficulties other races had in birthing half-elves, often leading to complicated labors, a rather hellish joke slowly emerged.

“A half-elf, doubly unloved.”

The implication was that the elf father had returned to the Silvermoon Tribunal, leaving behind the human mother who might have perished in childbirth. Without either parent, the half-elf was indeed doubly deprived of love.

But whether this hellish joke stemmed from jealousy or spite after abandonment, it highlighted one thing: the Dusk Guards were not those ordinary elves who only stayed home knitting leaves.

Each of them had been through many adventures and survived the ensuing dangers. Hence, each was considered highly intuitive and agile—a true powerhouse.

Therefore, Cicero’s expression turned grave with just one glance at Amberser.

The youth before him, though possessing softer features than an elf, radiated a chilling aura of dark magic, unlike anything Cicero had encountered in his decades of adventuring.

After recognizing the evil aura exuding from Amberser, Cicero tentatively said, “A necromancer paying an unexpected visit? It seems this Lord has quite a broad circle of acquaintances.”

The Porcupine Knight glanced at Amberser and, after a careful look, said doubtfully, “I do not recognize this mage.”

During the previous battle, the Porcupine Knight had seen Amberser in his skeleton form and now could not recognize him in human shape.

“Can anyone tell me what has happened here?” Amberser asked.

He had come to trouble the Porcupine Knight, but now faced an even bigger feud with the sudden appearance of the elves, which left him momentarily bewildered.

Cicero cautiously replied, “It was merely a friendly exchange, and we have already finished our conversation.”

In the face of Amberser, the golden-haired elf lost his earlier arrogance, aware of the immense magic power he sensed from Amberser. What he didn’t know was that Amberser had just repaired his body, and because it was still fragile, he somewhat struggled to contain the leak of dark magic power, revealing his condition at a glance.

To Cicero, this young Necromancer must have been just passing by, and now that they had achieved their goal, there was no need to provoke further trouble.

Seeing this, the Porcupine Knight became even more agitated.

The behavior of these elves mirrored his own just moments before: cautious and subservient, wishing only to avoid complications.

At this thought, the Porcupine Knight suddenly shouted, “Mage, regardless of your reasons for seeking me, I implore you, on behalf of our shared humanity, please help me. These elves intend to forcibly seize my territory. Help me expel them, and I am willing to pay you handsomely!”

The Porcupine Knight had noticed the uneasy expressions of the elves. Against this lone young mage, a whole group of elves looked as tense as if facing a giant dragon. Seeing a glimmer of hope, he couldn’t help but make a desperate attempt.

This is the plight of lesser individuals amidst tumultuous times: knowingly wavering is inviting one’s demise, but they cannot help trying. With a future obscured by hopeless fog, they jump back and forth in hopes of getting just a bit further, never knowing if the next step will lead to the abyss, yet never being able to give up without trying.

Amberser wanted to say that he hadn’t come to help, but upon hearing the Porcupine Knight was willing to pay any price, his fingers twitched involuntarily.

Though he knew such words held little meaning, like empty flattery, Amberser still delighted in hearing them.

Good, now he no longer had to worry about which side to confront first.

Cicero reacted swiftly, fluidly drawing the longbow from his back and firing three arrows in rapid succession towards Amberser. The arrows, ablaze with fierce flames, were clearly no ordinary missiles.

The other elves coordinated seamlessly.

Before the flaming arrows could hit their mark, the ground beneath Amberser was slick with greasy oils which could not only cause instability but would also ignite violently upon contact with open flames.

Then someone cast a silence spell, aiming to inhibit Amberser’s spell-casting ability.

These elves, all looking like rangers, were proficient in casting spells. Their longevity as an ageless race granted them advantages in versatility; when one path led to a dead end, they could simply switch to another and continue on.

If faced with such a well-coordinated elite group before, Amberser would have been scrambling to keep up, and with a bit of bad luck, he might have even been overturned.

But now, things were different.

The Golden Throne appeared instantly behind Amberser, and all he needed was a single Mage Shield to block all the attacks.

Whether it be flames of fire arrows, the blast of grease bombs, or the sorcery of Magic Missiles and witchery arrows… the power of the Golden Throne made this lower-grade Mage Shield spell display an inconceivable defensive power.

Cicero’s eyes were wide with shock because he had recognized the power Amberser wielded—this was the rule-defying effect that only legends could achieve. Just how unlucky was he to encounter a legend here, and a mage at that?

The true power of a legend was to break common sense and rewrite the rules.

The Withered Rose’s Gaze of Death was the same, locking onto a target and, ignoring any magic resistance, turning them into an undead from a great distance, completely overturning all the established rules of Necromancy Spells.

This is why legends were called demigods—they rewrote the rules, giving them an unfair advantage, leaving regular people with no chance in a fight.

Amberser was pleased; after advancing to a legend for so many years, he finally experienced the true power of a legend.

The Golden Throne shone brilliantly, and Amberser sat upon it as steady as Mount Tai, impervious to the elves’ assault that couldn’t even crack the thin layer of the Mage Shield.

After a brief moment, the intensity of the elves’ attacks began to wane.

They had used up most of their magic power and arrows in an outburst of attacks, yet not a single hair on Amberser’s head was harmed.

Sitting atop the Golden Throne, Amberser casually crossed his arms and said to the group of elves, “Are you done with your attacks? Now it’s my turn.”

With a snap of his fingers, a large array of small Teleportation Circles appeared before him.

The updated 6.0 version of the Alien Mantis Skeletons appeared en masse, along with a special Skeleton shrouded in a black robe, wielding a bow and arrows.

Upon their arrival, the Mantis-like Alien Skeletons quickly vanished from sight, leaving only the sound of their bone claws scuttling across the floor. In such a short distance, the elves didn’t even have time to cast spells to detect invisibility before the invisible skeletons were upon them.

Screams rang out; several elves were pinned to the ground, their bodies now riddled with bloody holes.

The luckier elves dodged the attack of the invisible skeletons using their senses, drawing their short swords to counterattack, only to have an arrow from the cloaked skeleton archer knock the weapons right out of their hands with unerring accuracy.

Watching the skeleton archer with satisfaction, Amberser said, “It seems you have mastered control over this body.”

The skeleton archer was actually Husky; Amberser had pieced together a skeletal body for him and then tossed him into a private space, setting the flow of time to its fastest.

A day on the outside was a year on the inside.

Husky had adapted in Amberser’s private space for several years, finally mastering how to use the Soul Fire to sense the external environment and control his body. When Husky blocked out all unrelated information, what his Soul Fire sensed were the minute movements of each elf, allowing for precise shooting.

It turns out Husky was a half-elf, though he did not hesitate to turn against his own kind, pinning the elves’ limbs to the ground with arrows, zip zip zip.

Unfortunately, the time was still too short. Even with the powerful soul of a High-order Undead, Husky didn’t have a matching body; this skeletal frame wasn’t much stronger than ordinary skeleton soldiers, still requiring more time to gather Dark Magic Power and strengthen the body.

Eventually, Husky’s combat power wouldn’t be much less than that of a Death Knight, able to wrestle with High-order Holy Warriors.

As elf after elf fell, Cicero knew his chances were slim, but he didn’t opt to run; instead, he quickly used a miniature teleportation spell to send the Magic Contract in his hand away.

Seeing this, Amberser said in surprise, “I intentionally held back, hoping some of you would escape so that I could discuss ransoms with the Elf Tribe. But it seems you’re not planning to run, are you?”

Cicero did not answer; instead, he drew his twin swords and charged at Amberser. In that moment, Cicero became a fleet-footed warrior, dodging past Husky and reaching Amberser in the blink of an eye.

Magical runes lit up on the twin swords, and though they were immediately blocked as they pierced into Amberser’s Magic Shield, Amberser suddenly felt a significant increase in the power drain from the Golden Throne.

Clearly, these were powerful enchanted weapons. The elite squad of the Elf Tribe certainly had some tricks up their sleeve. But the twin swords still failed to harm Amberser because as they were about to pierce his body, the glow of a paralyze spell fell upon Cicero.

The enchanted blades hung in the air before Amberser, unable ever to touch his body.

Pushing away the blade in front of his eyes, Amberser instructed Husky, “Tie them all up; we’ll bring them back and deal with them slowly.”

Husky respectfully accepted the order, while Amberser withdrew the Golden Throne and walked over to the Porcupine Knight, asking curiously, “What was that just now? Did you sign some sort of contract with these elves?”