Mage Legend-Chapter 338: Episode 23 Out of Control

The torrential rain outside the Undead Tower blocked Zilvra’s path back to Lynch. And when a few days later, this rain descended upon the Holy Mountain, its power remained undiminished, drenching Heather City thoroughly. Apart from the members of the elf guard patrol bravely persevering through the forest (Lynch couldn’t understand how these elves could see anything in such heavy rain), other residents rested in their rooms.

Yilinrui continued supervising Soka’s archery practice, diligently fulfilling the task given to her by the mage. The little angel also surprisingly never felt bored; maybe for her, continuously shooting at leaves tossed into the air by the elves was a fun game.

Lynch looked out into the downpour with a heart full of worry. If this rain continued, it might destroy the traps he set up in the Residual Star Swamp. Initially, he had secretly channeled Erutalon’s river water underground to ambush the undead army unexpectedly. But as it stood, those traps could end up filled with powerless rainwater.

"I’m going out for a bit; stay quietly in the room," Lynch said to the two girls. "In such heavy rain, it’s hard to see anything, so don’t wander around."

Soka nodded, "The rain will soak my wings, so I’m not going out; rest assured."

The mage stepped outside, an invisible force field covering his head. As long as Lynch remained focused, the powerful wand could continuously supply magic power to the Power Wall Technique. Although moving this way amid the wind and rain created significant resistance, it was far better than ending up soaked to the bone.

The rain obscured vision, but not for the mage with the Eye of Insight. Unable to see far distances in one glance, the flying mage stayed close to the forest canopy to prevent getting lost. Floating far away unsteadily, some elf archers hidden in the treetops reached out to greet him.

The roar of the storm made conversation impossible between them; here, only the thunder’s roar could carry far.

Lynch overlooked something important until a bolt of lightning split the tree beside him in half. The blazing fire was immediately doused by the rain, leaving only a charred trunk emitting choking gray smoke. The mage hurried to cast a lightning protection spell on himself and switched to flying between the branches. Lynch had no intention of testing the power of lightning with his own body.

When he arrived at the Residual Star Swamp, the situation was somewhat better than expected. The rainfall here was clearly not as much as on Heather Mountain, and the magic arrays left by the mage were still functioning normally. Under the observation of the Eye of Insight, silver light traces covered the entire land, dividing the ponds into two layers: the top remained the original water, while underneath, it had long been replaced by a massive amount of Erutalon Holy Water.

Lynch circled the land while invisible, finding no abnormalities. A few skeletons that appeared to be scouts had been washed into the ground by the rain, completely buried by the thick mud. The master of these undead must have given them orders to "stay put and observe the surroundings," so the skeletons wouldn’t move and were still observing the life of earthworms in the soil.

A figure appeared at the edge of the Residual Star Swamp, catching Lynch’s attention. It wasn’t unusual for a few elf patrol members to come here occasionally, but such a situation shouldn’t occur in this heavy rain. freēwēbnovel.com

Lynch quietly crept closer, using illusion techniques to simulate the surrounding rain. Even though he was invisible, seeing a dry spot approaching through the rain would still be noticeable. Using illusions requires attention to combination, compensating for the gaps formed by spells. While staying invisible, using illusions to simulate the image that should appear at the spellcaster’s location ensures foolproof concealment.

When he got close enough to see the mysterious figure clearly, Lynch was instantly stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful elf. Behind the pointed ears, long emerald-green hair flowed down, tangling together under the rain’s wash. Each drop of water that fell on it would spark tiny twinkling stars, like startled fireflies flying out of the grass; the elegant face showed a firm and calm expression, seemingly untouched by time or influenced by anything, turning into an eternal beauty; from her forehead to her shoulders, extending all the way to her alabaster-like slender fingers, there were invisible tattoos, only revealed in silvery red vine-like runes when rain fell on them, yet they did not appear out of place against her skin tone; instead, they blended in perfectly; her long legs were as perfect as the sculptures in an artist’s hands, standing at the muddy swamp’s edge, but not a speck of dirt could reach her feet. Even nature seemed unwilling to tarnish this enchanting form.

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