The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 382

Lord Falconcrest chuckled coldly, "Your suggestion is intriguing, but coming from you, the Grand Elder of Cobalt Strike, should I be pleased, or should I mourn for the Eight Orders?"

The Grand Elder's eyes narrowed, and he fell silent. Let them fight, let chaos reign, and the more Commanders and nobles that fall, the better.

Lord Falconcrest gazed at the skies above the ancient city, at Jarad and Banneth. "We've waited long enough; it's time for a resolution. I shall battle Jarad—who will take on Banneth and the scion of the Iron family?"

Lord Warbringer declared, "Banneth is mine to challenge!"

Lord Skyveil clenched his fists, his fighting spirit ablaze. "I shall test the mettle of the Iron family's blade."

Lord Viperbane nodded to the Grand Elder. "Together, we shall break through the protective barrier and storm into Stormcast."

Lord Mountguard said, "I will join forces with the Blessed Citadel and the other Archmagess, ready to reinforce at a moment's notice while keeping a watchful eye on the Stellar Precepts, the Hidden Essence, and the Skyborne Rivers. Let no one hold back now—fight and kill to your heart's content. The Grand Elder is right. This is a rare opportunity, and the state of the Northlands is ripe for a new order."

The surge of battle intent from the Five Lords immediately stirred the energies of the world, alarming the distant Commander of the Stellar Precepts and others like Jarad.

The Commander of the Stellar Precepts had already made his decision, sure that the Five Lords would not miss this opportunity to strike. Once both sides engaged in combat, chaos would be

inevitable, and no one would easily escape. Then... they would reap the rewards. "Keep a close eye on Stormcast, and make sure they don't take Alavin." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No need to rush. Let them fight, fight to the death," the Commander of the Hidden Essence sneered.

"A battle is impending," Jarad not only felt no fear but was also filled with fighting spirit. "The Five Lords fear the Commander of those three Orders, and the Commanders of the three Orders wish to watch from the sidelines. Now, there's no other choice—it's time to fight!"

Banneth cracked his neck. "I've been itching to battle the Five Lords. Though not all of the Eight Orders are united, having you alone is enough, Commander Jarad!"

He and Jarad had been rivals for years, never imagining that, at the most crucial moment, they would join forces. But Banneth was even more elated and proud to have Jarad as a worthy opponent.

The head of the Iron family observed the energy fluctuations near the Five Lords with two Archmages of his clan, and they launched into the sky to face the Five Lords. They remained silent, their actions speaking volumes.

"Is it time to begin?" asked the mighty ones scattered across the wilderness, eager to test their strength. These great individuals were powerful, but Alavin was weak.

"Commander Jarad, let us cross swords!" bellowed Lord Falconcrest, his killing intent soaring. The ground shook, and the dry grass on the plains below shattered into fragments, fluttering through the air like dead butterflies. Lord Falconcrest burst into the sky, racing toward Stormcast. His direct assault tore at Jarad with the force to rip apart the heavens and earth.

The battle commenced. Jarad fearlessly swung his fists with explosive force, colliding head-on.

Boom!

Fist clashed with claw, and an intense roar burst forth, warping the space around them, sending out dense energy ripples in all directions. A supreme force exploded from the point of impact, radiating shockwave-like energy that thundered through the sky, stirring fierce gales. Lord Falconcrest and Jarad each staggered back a dozen paces, then, in the next instant, surged forward, charging at one another again.

"Let’s go!" Lord Warbringer, Banneth, Lord Mountguard, the scion of the Iron family, and others ignited the flames of battle, unleashing their formidable might and opening the battlefield to all.