The Golem Mage

The High Ranking mages of Estonia City collectively sighed in relief as they finally managed to repel the wave of demonic wolves back into the forest.

It was a hard-fought victory, resulting in the deaths of many brave mages, However, they believed that the victory was worth it, as they successfully protected the city gates from further damage ahead of the Blood Moon Battle.

Aurora gazed at the Grand Elder of the Gordons clan, who stood beside her, Despite his aged appearance, he had proved himself formidable against the horde of wolves.

Simply being in his presence, Aurora could sense his craftiness and experience, He was a skilled mage who could control the battlefield with his siren like magical Skills.

With Aurora, a skilled damage dealer, at his side, the Grand Elder had unleashed his full potential on the battlefield.

"You’re not too bad yourself, old man"

Aurora Finally complimented him with a smile.

The Grand Elder smirked as he tended to his injury, stopping the bleeding of his waist wound by pressuring the wound.

"Well, little girl, you’re not so bad either, If you didn’t consider me an old man, I wouldn’t mind teaching you a thing or two about battlefield control," he replied, bantering playfully.

Aurora waved off his comment.

"Nah, I truly believe that you are one of the most talented mages I’ve ever encountered when it comes to commanding a battlefield, I can’t help but imagine how remarkable you would be if you led an army of mages for the kingdom, You would undoubtedly be a highly respected general."

The Grand Elder sighed, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Why bother with such fantasies?, We both know that the kingdom is biased when it comes to who can become a general, I would have to be a Royal Blood noble, a loyal retainer, or even someone from an ancient clan to even be considered."

"I’m not willing to subject myself to that type of stress for a kingdom that will never acknowledge me for my true potential,"

the Grand Elder responded, frustration evident in his voice.

"They’ll only see me as fit to be an advisor to a general, erasing all the credit I deserve, while the Puppet the install as a general receive it all."

Aurora noticed the emotions behind his words, sensing that he had possibly experienced something similar.

This was why he seemed to hold so much emotion when talking about it, It was surprising to her, as in the few time she had known him and inspected him , he never struck her as someone who expressed his emotions openly.

Aurora Blaze Tried to say something in bid to steer the conversation.

"You keep changing the topic, Why don’t you learn some battlefield control skills from me?, I’m sure it would benefit you, coming from an Ancient clan and having experience in commanding mages."

She shrugged off his suggestion, shaking her head.

"Save your stress, old man, I’m a damage dealer, I don’t want to exhaust myself scheming and constantly thinking, If I have a problem, I won’t mind just punching through it."

With that, she flexed her punches through the air, causing the mages surrounding them to erupt into laughter, The tension from the wolf beast wave seemed to have lessened.

Meanwhile, in a dark alley within the city, three men concealed their bodies in black cloaks, and they were having a crucial conversation.

"What happened? Were you able to find him?"

asked the sixth elder of the Fridall clan, who also happened to be responsible for the beast horde. Discover stories with NovelBin.Côm

"No! It’s evident that your father has been quietly moved out of the city, I searched every jail and even managed to capture one of his allies with his Qi," one of the men in the black cloak responded.

"How is that possible? I’m certain he hasn’t been moved yet, He must still be hidden in this city, I just have to find out where he is being kept"

"I suppose the only reason they moved him is because of the Gordons patriarch, Who would have thought it would affect me too?, It seems I’ll have to find a spy within the city hall," the Fridall clan’s sixth elder muttered to himself, stroking his jaw with his hand.

"It won’t be easy, Those pricks from the city hall are always fiercely loyal," the Black Cloak Mage who was responsible for infiltrating the prison said, a determined tone coloring his voice.

But the Sixth Elder snorted dismissively.

"Who cares about their loyalty?, I just need to take what they love most, in order manipulate them into moving to my tune, I won’t get another chance to launch an attack of this magnitude again."

He turned his attention to the other silent figure in a black cloak.

"And were you able to infiltrate the Gordons clan?" he questioned.

Before he finished speaking, the Sixth Elder’s expression shifted from curiosity to alertness, He sensed something was amiss as he noticed the hand of the person beneath the cloak moving rapidly towards his neck.

"Dang!"

The other black Cloaked Exlaimed , quickly distancing himself from the attacker’s grip, But as he tried to escape, he saw a massive fist made of the earth element hurtling towards him.

With no time to react, he braced himself, crossing his two hands in front of his chest, The impact was powerful, and he was sent flying, blood spewing from his mouth.

In retaliation, the Sixth Elder unleashed a blast of fire towards his assailant’s face, expecting a reaction, However, to his astonishment, the attacker remained unfazed, the flames only burning off his hood to reveal his face.

"You have a lot of guts, sending someone into my clan, I suppose you’re foolish and unafraid of death,"

the Gordons patriarch proclaimed, a hint of anger tingeing his voice.

The Sixth Elder, on the other hand, laughed hysterically, seemingly undeterred by the dire situation,

"I think I understand why you’ve come here in secret, But if you believe you’ll ever gain anything from me, you’re sorely mistaken."

As soon as the Gordons patriarch heard these words, his eyes flashed with a golden glow, indicating that a fierce confrontation was about to unfold.

[< Petrifying Gaze >]

"You’re just a clone!" the Sixth Elder exclaimed.

"Yes, I am just a clone. If you think I would be foolish enough to come here with my real body, with no guarantee of killing you, then you must be even more foolish than me!" the clone retorted.

The Sixth Elder directed these words towards the Gordons patriarch, but it seemed the patriarch had lost interest in him as soon as he realized he was holding up a mere clone.

CRACK!

The light in the Sixth Elder’s face faded, his expression becoming one of disbelief, He never could have imagined that the patriarch would kill him instantly, without even attempting to extract any information.

"Your clone is of no use to me,"

the patriarch coldly stated.

"The level of physical pain I wanted to subject you to is so severe that I would never find satisfaction in inflicting it upon your puppet body."

With a disdainful look, he spat on the clone’s lifeless form, then turned his attention to the other unconscious mage.

Using earth elements, he buried the clone’s body and erased all traces of the battle, Finally, he grabbed the unconscious Mage before disappearing into the shadows without a sound.