Andrew Moore
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19
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"End this duel before the Dark Lord arrives. Take this half elf hostage, and negotiate with the Dark Lord. Don't bet on appealing to his memories of being a student here. That ship has sailed, old man." Lane urged only to see Elidyr's lips curl in an amused smile. Elidyr's eyes flickered with anger at Lane's suggestion. "You think you can take me hostage?" he sneered. "I'd love to see you try." On the other hand, Wulfric knew that Lane's suggestion, while desperate, might be their only chance to…-
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As Elidyr prepared his metal cards, each intricately engraved with runes, Wulfric's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. He admired Elidyr's readiness, acknowledging the underestimated prowess of runemasters in combat. "You've always been one to prove the doubters wrong, Elidyr. Not all runemasters shy away from a fight," Wulfric remarked with a hint of pride. However, Elidyr was in no mood for reminiscences. "Enough with the small talk, Wulfric. Let's just get on with it," he retorted…
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1321 Elidyr vs Wulfric I As Elidyr's gaze fixed on Wulfric, a wave of conflicting emotions surged through him. He had long suspected that some of his memories from his time as a prisoner at Skyhall were obscured, likely sealed away by Wulfric's magic, but the reasons remained shrouded in mystery. Now, confronted with the man he suspected of altering his past, Elidyr's desire for truth overcame his caution. Stepping forward, his expression tight with resolve, Elidyr opened his mouth to demand…
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1320 The Headmaster has arrived As the battle continued, a new group rushed into the scene. They were not professors nor the black-armored soldiers of the Dark Lord. These were young and burned with anger. They were none other than the graduated students of Mazeroth. If Michael were here, he would have immediately recognized them. The one who didn't wear any shirt to cover his chiseled upper body, with long flowing black hair and carrying a hammer, was Deacon Saunderus, the Four-Star Blacksmith. The…
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1319 Battle inside the Mazeroth A few minutes before Michael disrupted the dragon army, Elidyr was leading Lenora and a group of dark army soldiers into the courtyard after breaking through the barrier around the castle. "Where the hell is everyone? No soldiers or guards?" Lenora commented, glancing around the eerily empty courtyard. The courtyard of Mazeroth was expansive, with ancient stone archways, lush green lawns, and cobblestone paths leading to various towers and buildings. Statues of past…
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1318 The Dark Lord vs The Dragon Army II Once the two-minute countdown from the system began, Michael knew he had to face the dragons. Rather than feeling fear, he felt exhilarated. The darkness around him significantly boosted his power, confirming the gods' words from the realm of gods that darkness in the mortal realm enhanced the Dark Lord's power. However, Azurith was no fool either. Recognizing that defeating the Dark Lord would be challenging as long as the darkness surrounded the Dark Lord,…
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As soon as the dragon spoke its name, it triggered a memory in Nithroel's mind. She had heard the name Azurith before, long ago during a visit to the mortal realm, before the previous Dark Lord erected a barrier between the realm of gods and the mortal world. Back then, the name Azurith was whispered among the Dragon Clan and the beastmen. She vividly remembered how Edros, the Beast King who led the beastmen against the dragons in a great war, prayed to her, the Goddess of Hunt, for aid in hunting Azurith.…
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The colossal dragon's eyes, glowing red, pierced through the darkness of the sky, each glowing orb as large as a brigantine ship. Even the hardened warriors on Nithroel's ship felt a deep, unsettling fear as they watched the spectacle unfold. "Shit, what is that?" one of the elves in Nithroel's ship exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the sky. "Are those eyes? They're massive!" another shouted, the terror evident in his voice as he gaped at the colossal figure emerging through the clouds. As the giant…
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As the war raged around them, Michael told Harry everything that had led him to this moment—from how Diana, his mother, was forced to give him up, to the Skyhall imprisoning him on Earth, leaving him oblivious to his true identity as a god. The more Harry listened, the more he realized that his father hadn't chosen to be the Dark Lord; the world had made that choice for him, and he had simply embraced it for survival. Deep down, Harry wanted Michael to leave everything behind and live with him and his…
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Inside the castle, Lane stood by the window, his eyes fixated on the chaos outside. The sounds of battle echoed through the stone walls, punctuated by the screams and clash of metal. "Shouldn't we intervene?" Lane asked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and frustration. "No one can stop the Dark Lord using brute force. Reaching him through his heart is hard but not impossible. Only Harry could do it." Wulfric, standing beside him, shook his head slowly. Lane sighed, understanding the weight of…
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