The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
Chapter 110

The surrounding Protégés inhaled sharply, "Trevas was dead?"

But there was no time for sorrow amid the melee of Magi-Monsters and mercenaries; they braced themselves for battle.

Alavin's gaze was icy as he peered through his mask at Adirich.

"Who are you?" Adirich's face darkened, understanding that this man had come for Trevas, and his sole intent from the beginning was to kill him! This man was so ruthless, willing to do anything to slay Trevas. "Are you alright?" Three Protégés nervously guarded Adirich, confronting Alavin.

Alavin didn't strike again but leapt into the chaotic fray, soon vanishing into the darkness.

"Damn you! Don't let me replace out who you are!" Adirich gritted his teeth.

Cedrick was nearby, watching everything unfold with a cold eye, not intervening, only speculating. Who could this person be?

The situation here grew more chaotic. The mercenaries robbed by Adirich fought back viciously and mercilessly, not only to reclaim their treasures but to kill.

Alavin didn't linger, avoiding all fights and heading towards the exit. But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt eyes watching him from the depths of the cavern. The sensation was unexpected but clear. He turned to look back, and in the dark depths of the cavern, a ragged youth stood watching him. The light was dim, and the figure was disheveled, making it hard to see clearly. Just as Alavin attempted to take a closer look, the shadow was gone.

The chaos at Hidden Hollows was intensifying, with battles growing ever more brutal and the stability of the space itself being shaken. Boulders tumbled down thunderously, and the mountains trembled violently as if they might collapse at any moment.

"Retreat, this place is coming down!" a Cobalt Strike Protégé shouted, urging others to make haste and leave.

Those who had secured treasures began to withdraw, but many greedy ones and those empty-handed took advantage of the waning chaos to frantically dig and search for loot, heedless of the danger. By the time the Cobalt Strike's guarding Elders hurried to the scene, the cavern finally collapsed, and a powerful shockwave kicked up a thick cloud of dust, spewing from the mouth of the cave. The massive stones around the entrance shook chaotically and soon buried the entrance.

Although most had escaped, hundreds of Protégés and a slew of mercenary Magi-Monsters were entombed within.

"Elder, there is a network of caverns beneath, rich with magical ore and Elixir Herbs," a Protégé reported from outside to an Elder.

Five Elders joined forces with the middle-aged Protégés to seal off the ruins, and they urgently ordered someone to return to Cobalt Strike to call for more powerful individuals to clear the debris, for many treasures were surely still inside.

Alavin, avoiding everyone, left for a safe distance and cracked open a stone. In a short while, he extracted thirty-seven magical ores. Thirty-one were Ordinary magical ores, five were Intermediate magical ores, and at the very center, he discovered a Super magical ore.

Though there were no Super Elixir Herbs, he did replace ten of the Intermediate variety. What a thrilling bounty!!

Alavin's excitement did not subside for a long time; this hunting expedition was truly exhilarating. He remembered back when he was with Cobalt Strike, how scheming was required just for a Viper's Berry, and now, risk brought reward, a truly invigorating thought.

Of course, the prerequisite was strength; only with sufficient power could one seize the moment when an opportunity arose.

"Ten more days, let's continue the training," Alavin said to himself as he packed up the Elixir Herbs and magical ores, heading deeper into the dense forest to continue his training. This time, he wasn't searching for herbs but was challenging various fierce Magi-Monsters. With the support of Elixir Herbs and magical ores, he could extravagantly deplete his resources, indulging in his practice.

His goal was to reach the pinnacle of the Novice Mage Stage VII by the end of the hunting operation. Others might've deemed it impossible, but he could do it! Alavin could turn the next ten days into a month's worth of progress.