Legend Of The Arch Magus นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches or sorcerers, by their extensive knowledge and mastery of magic. The origins of mages can be traced back to ancient civilizations, where they were revered as powerful figures with the ability to commune with the gods and wield their divine powers. In these early societies, mages were often seen as the intermediaries between the mortal world and the realm of the supernatural. They were believed to possess the wisdom and insight necessary to interpret omens, perform rituals, and cast spells for the benefit of their communities.

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Magnus frowned and touched his head. “Don’t give me a headache, Levi. This was the deal, right? I get some alone time with Erin and I fight Roosevelt’s demons. I’m sure you really need my help, because now that Roosevelt will be using arch-demons instead of normal demons, it means you’re in trouble.” I scoffed. “Who told you I can’t fight a few arch-demons?” Magnus said, “Oh, you can?” I said confidently, even though my voice trembled,

Heat crept into my face. “I hate how the two of you notice everything.” Magnus took another sip of his tea. “You’ll hate it even more after today’s lesson.” Before I could ask what he meant, the large doors opened once again and Valerian walked inside. The old Archmage carried three enormous books stacked so high in his arms that I could barely see his face behind them. Dust floated into the air with every step he took. He reached the table and dropped all three books directly in front of me. The loud thud echoed through the dining hall.

"You picked the arcane, so some magic spells have to be involved. You can imbue certain effects from a magic spell on the idol after it has successfully integrated with the energy." "But I'm not a magus and neither are you. So... what then?" "Oh don't worry I can just input what's available from the database." Len was taken aback by the surprisingly modern solution. Despite already learning of magitech - technologies made and used by magi, humans with magical powers - Len still couldn't quite believe it. He was picking a magic spell to cast on the idol in a manner that was no different to downloading something from the internet. His perception of traditional magic was shaken.

His name was Yama, the most senior Warrior of The Hunter's Guild. Yama was known for his deadly attack - capable of knocking down a buffalo with 1000 Health Points in a single attack. However, Yama's attack is ineffective against Magmar, a female-bodied World Boss with a long, snake-like lower body. Magmar is the summoner of lightning and carries a deadly weapon: two magic sword blades. Since Magmar is a magical creature, defeating her quickly requires magic weapons and Nebula energy. Meanwhile, Warriors like Yama relied on physical strength and Mingzhu energy.

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.