The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 291

"Eyla? What would she be doing here?" Marak's expression darkened.

"Who is she? You know her?" the youth asked Marak.

"The granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander, Eyla!" Marak knew her well. Many years ago, Eyla had been placed on Lord Viperbane's high-priority watchlist. This woman was a veritable serpentess with a heart and talent that could match, if not surpass, the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad. Jarad even proclaimed he would mobilize the entire Organization's resources to cultivate Eyla. Many called her the Enchantress of the Northlands!

"Blood Elf, Eyla?" The Citadel Protégés grew more interested, deeming their detour to Stormcast worthwhile, as the championship's top five members appeared all at once, and they were the most controversial and dangerous of the lot.

Eyla's smile brimmed, but her tone was unfriendly. "What brings you Citadel Protégés to the Northlands? This is a savage land filled with barbarous folk. Aren't you afraid you might not return?"

"Lady Eyla, don't think just because you are a woman, we would hesitate to confront you," a frosty young maiden scoffed, displeased with Eyla's arrogance.

"I'm standing right here, come and try," Eyla, as the granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander, feared nothing in these Northlands. What about the Blessed Citadel? If they killed her, none of them will live to return to Midlands!

"How insolent!" the young maiden fumed. Even Lord Viperbane wouldn't dare to be so brazen before them. From where did she draw her courage?

"What will you do about it?" Eyla snickered.

The Mallister family's guards behind her took a sharp breath, thinking, “Please, take it easy, they're from the Blessed Citadel of the Capital.”

"Where is Commander Jarad?" Three white-haired elders intervened to stop the Protégés' provocation, their presence sweeping through the city with the force of a tidal wave. The Commanders of the Order of the Stellar Precepts, Bloodlore, and Guild of the Earthbound Spirits were among the Eight Orders' strongest Commanders, renowned throughout the Royal Realm. Among them, the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad, was known to be the most sinister and dangerous. If Stormcast had him present today, they would indeed need to be extra cautious.

"My grandfather has gone to the Cloudveil Woods on business."

"When will he return?"

"Who knows? He's been gone for ten days. He might return today, or perhaps tomorrow or the day after." Eyla winked at the three elders and giggled. The implication was clear, her grandfather might return at any moment, so don't be too bold, or he will punish you.

"Blessed Citadel, Haldis! I wish to challenge Lady Eyla," the frosty young maiden could no longer contain her disdain for Eyla's flamboyance.

"Why don't you try your hand against my little beau first? Beat him, and I shall entertain you myself."

"Little beau?" The Citadel Protégés all turned to look at Alavin.