Armored Mage Novels & Stories

This signified that the armor was rare and that caused the fire of greed to sprout within the mage's heart as it thought about the ramifications of a solo player possessing such armor. 'With the two priests here and so many of us, as long as we kill him a few times he's bound to drop all pieces of his rare armor and maybe his weapon as well. I really hope it is of a similar grade.' As the human mage thought this, he had a scum-like smile on his face that was currently hidden in the shadows of the cave. While the cave did possess a form of natural lighting in the form of glowing moss, this light wasn't strong enough to completely light up the cave but instead made the cave all the more creepy

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

I want him to look me in the eye and command his white smoke to eat him, and immediately his white smoke attacks him. “Aahhhh!!!” I heard him shouting. He tried to fight back but he can’t fight anymore, because it is his smoke attacking him that makes him weak. Not me. I know it is painful for him to be attacked by his energy, but I have no choice. He is unstoppable, that is why he needed to be stopped, and that is what I am doing. I made him look at me because I want him to see that it is not an illusion like what he did. It is real, his white smoke is attacking him for real, ready to kill him and little by little his light is shutting down and he is getting weak. I am absorbing his energy.

“When it falls, those near it blister from burns. However, it incinerates everything in its path, leaving only scorched dirt…” “And glass?” “Yes.” Sethlzaar looked to Narvi, a question in his eyes, and his brother nodded. It seemed Cenam had been right. He turned back to the old man. “Any relationship between the man and the strikes?” Dhon nodded. “Actually, we believe him to be touched. A man with a very powerful touch. The strikes grow more accurate whenever he’s on the battle field.” “And his combat skill?” Dragmund frowned. “It’s less about his skill and more about his strength.”

“Dragons have one weakness, we have no scales over our hearts, that is how we are able to be killed, she is saying the armour will make you almost impervious to attack between her and I protecting you’ Fafnir growled. “I never thought I would see the day, a higher being admitting a weakness, you honour me,” Vertile said with a large smile, bowing her head once more. “This has to be one of the weirdest conversations I have been a part of,” Rex said, shaking his head, so Fafnir’s scales can protect me everywhere, except my heart, but you cover that area? Why don’t I just wear normal armour then?” “Fafnir, if you could please?” Vertile asked, waving her hand and a golden armour chest piece appe

I hold back to make sure he wouldn’t be dead in an instant from this punch. BAM! Huh? He’s harder than I expected. I realized my hand isn’t even touching his blazer— he had armour, a magical armour. No wonder he feels tough. It had an opposite attribute compared to Kuroyuki’s armour. Kuroyuki’s armour is cold like ice and this guy’s— it’s burning, and I could actually feel some heat transferring to my fist. Not like it would hurt me. Let’s add a little more strength… WHAM!

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

However, that doesn't mean I was required to be an active fighter, I still had the responsibility of a porter, only that this time a higher risk is involved. "Could I know the reason why I should be in your group?" I asked. He didn't answer my question and just threw some full-set armor towards me. I deliberately caught the armor, and a notification appeared on my Iris Lenses. [Black Monarch Full-Set Armor - A+ Tier] A Full Set Armor manufactured from the tough skin of an Obsidian Salamander. Passive Skill: +500 Defense Active Skill: Heat Wave, absorb limited amounts of heat energy and expel it as powerful heat blasts.

It was powerful enough to give Agiles of level five trouble. Zephyr’s lightning sense was stirred. His lightning sense had long made out the true form of the man. The man’s innards were wrapped within the armor, with many mystical runes written upon it. They wrapped and tied around it tightly. It was truly a frightening sight. The primordial energies around him were also constantly devoured by the armor as well, as though there was a black hole within him.

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.