Mo Xiang

Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

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Advent of the Archmage

Vicky_

All powerful Magicians worth their salt possessed acute observational skills. Old Blindie was not an exception to this rule.

It was true that he was blind. However, he had a far keener Eye of the Soul than other Magicians.

Link was presently under the guise of a Beastman mercenary. However, he did not give off the wild, savage air of a typical Beastman. His body was much too clean to belong to an actual Beastman.

Unlike the Nagas, Old Blindie was able to instantly see through his disguise.

"I know you're looking for me. Speak then, stranger. What is it you want from me?" asked the Magician telepathically. His voice had pierced through the tavern's din like an arrow and struck Link's eardrums like a gong.

Link had already figured out the Magician's identity. "He replied telepathically, "Darris, I did not expect to find you here."

Magician Old Blindie (3)