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Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 141: Riffridge territory
Oasis silently assessed the soldiers below.The units were organized into distinct groups: combat units, long-range fighters, and shadow units, each led by their respective leaders.The warriors stood in tight formations, disciplined and ready, though whispers spread amongst them about the mysterious youth standing beside the city lord.Few knew who Oasis was. Most of the warriors had only just returned to the city from various posts, including border patrols and outlying villages.Rumors quickly spread—some speculated Oasis was another son of the city lord, but others disagreed, noting the stark difference in appearance.Oasis’s brown skin and black hair stood in contrast to the lighter complexion of the city lord and his family.The murmurs came to an abrupt halt as Lord Valen stepped forward, raising his hand. The courtyard grew silent.Without a word, he and the vice city lord unleashed their auras, summoning a barrier that enveloped the entire mansion."A soundproof barrier," Oas
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 142: Division in Riffridge
There was little sign of wealth or luxury; everything about the town spoke of survival and hardship.The carriage rattled through the uneven streets, and Oasis glanced out the window, taking in his surroundings.The townspeople barely gave him or his guards a second look, used to the comings and goings of traders.Yet, Oasis could sense an underlying tension beneath the surface.Oasis glanced out the window of the carriage, taking in the state of Riffridge.The town, hidden in rocky valleys, was clearly struggling."So, this is the state of Riffridge, huh?" Oasis thought as they passed through the dusty, narrow streets.People moved about slowly, their faces hollow, as hunger and hardship were etched into every step they took.Suddenly, breaking the silence in the carriage, Oasis turned to the guards seated with him."What are your names again?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.The guards exchanged quick glances, surprised that Oasis had spoken.One of them finally responded, “I'm A
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 143: Shadows in Riffridge
As Oasis sat in the inn with his guards, whispers began to ripple through the dimly lit room.Word of men distributing food and money had already reached the ears of the patrons, sparking quiet gossip."Did you hear? Some noble’s been handing out food and coins," one patron whispered to his companion, his voice low but full of curiosity."Yeah, I heard! Who’d do something like that in Riffridge? Must be someone from another town," another person murmured."Who are these people?" a woman muttered. "Could they be connected to the city lord?""Maybe they’re from Belvan. I heard rumors about nobles from that region," someone else suggested, cautiously glancing around.As the quiet chatter continued, Oasis stood up with his two guards, the candlelight flickering off their well-tailored clothing.They made their way toward the inn's counter. The room had grown darker, with the lamps now fully lit to mark the arrival of night."Can we have a room for the night?" Oasis asked calmly, his gaze
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 144: Shadows in Riffridge part 2
Oasis moved silently through the shadows of the city lord’s residence, his steps light and precise, avoiding detection with ease.The mansion, though worn by neglect, had a complex layout.Guards patrolled in predictable patterns, moving along predetermined routes that Oasis had already observed using his spiritual senses.“Their movements are methodical, but uninspired,” Oasis thought as he studied the guards' routines.“The guards stationed near the entrance rotate every twenty minutes. The inner patrols are less frequent, giving me small windows to slip through.”As he moved, his azure eyes scanned the manor’s halls, catching subtle details—scuff marks on the floor indicating where guards commonly stood, and faint energy traces revealing where magical wards were placed.“The layout matches what I sensed earlier,” Oasis thought, gliding between two patrols with practiced ease.“Once I pass through this wing, the room where the city lord is bedridden should be up ahead.”Passing thr
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 145: The city lord of Riffridge awakens.
Instantly, they melted into the shadows, ready to evade or strike if necessary.A guard descended the stairs, his form slowly becoming visible in the dim light.He was dressed like the others, but his demeanor was different.He wore the same uniform as the others in the manor, but something was different about him.As he approached the cell, the guards prepared to knock him out—until they saw him pull food from his pockets“It’s been a while, young lord Raven,” the man said quietly, his voice filled with respect.“How is father’s condition?” the boy, Raven, asked, his voice clear and strong despite the abuse he had endured."Still the same, young lord. His condition is declining," the guard replied, his voice laced with sorrow.As they spoke, Raven’s eyes flickered toward the shadows where Oasis’s guards were hidden.“What are you looking at, young lord?” the guard asked, sensing something amiss.“Nothing,” Raven replied calmly. “You should leave before the lackeys of that pig catch y
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 146: Pervard the cruel hand.
Back in the chamber, Oasis stood calmly in the wake of the city lord’s unleashed aura, completely unfazed.His azure eyes remained steady as he watched the older man with quiet respect.“Not bad,” Oasis thought, his expression unchanged, though inwardly he acknowledged the power being displayed.“Follow me, young man,” the city lord said, his voice now firm and commanding as he walked toward the door. “Let me show you how to deal with traitors.”As the city lord strode out of the room, Oasis followed at a measured pace.The two of them barely made it past the threshold when a group of guards came rushing down the corridor, their faces pale with fear.They skidded to a stop the moment they saw the city lord standing before them, fully revitalized.“My lord!” the guards gasped, immediately dropping to their knees, their bodies trembling from the pressure of his aura.Sweat dripped from their brows as they struggled to maintain their composure in his overwhelming presence.The city lord’
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 147: Oasis moves.
Pervard laughed loudly, looking up toward the ceiling as he shrugged off the upper part of his clothing, revealing a tattoo on his chest—a hand drenched in blood.One of the men behind him quickly stepped forward, draping a jacket over his shoulders.“Yes, I am Pervard, the executive of the Crimson Hand—the Cruel Hand,” Pervard declared, grinning as he soaked in the shocked reactions of the crowd.His tattoo glistened under the light as he spoke, “You may know my name, boy, but it won’t matter. You’ll die today, along with Riftain.”Riftain clenched his fists, fury coursing through him.“The Crimson Hand… these bastards. So, I’ve been harboring one in my own town this whole time.”“Pervard the Cruel Hand, huh? Thanks for making it easier to find you,” Oasis said coldly.In a swift motion, he unleashed an even stronger wind magic barrier, this time enveloping the entire manor.The gust of wind swept through the hall as the barrier sealed them inside.Gasps and whispers spread through t
Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery Chapter 148: How is he this strong? He’s just a kid…
The atmosphere in the manor shifted from tense anticipation to outright horror as Oasis stood over the five mangled bodies, his expression calm, almost indifferent.His hands and legs, not even stained with blood, were all it took to dispatch them.The shock of the scene silenced the onlookers—guards, servants, and even Pervard’s lackeys—all frozen in disbelief.“Is he really a mage?” a servant thought, trembling, her knees buckling under the weight of the spectacle.“How… how can a mage move like that?” one of the manor guards thought, sweat running down his face. “No mana, no spells… just raw strength and precision.”“I’ve never seen anyone fight like this, not even our strongest warriors,”another guard, drenched in sweat, trembled as he struggled to comprehend the sight.“It’s impossible. A mage should be relying on spells, not... this,” Alto thought, his eyes wide with fear. “How can he kill with just his bare hands?”Oasis’s own guards, who had been standing beside Raven, could h
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Chapter 162: This man… is dangerous.
High above, Cedric observed with keen interest, beyond the sight of those below."Fascinating. What kind of martial art is that?" Cedric mused as he watched Oasis's Heavenly Slicing Technique.His eyes narrowed as he analyzed further."And his spells… they're strong. I wonder how powerful he will become once he awakens his magic circles."A hint of admiration crossed Cedric’s face."No doubt, the barrier magic he inherited from his mother’s bloodline… To think he has come so far while barely being taught."But his expression darkened slightly."Once he awakens, the journey ahead will be treacherous. He will surely need a guide."Back on the battlefield, Vakar stood in disbelief..."What is that technique?!" he thought, his mind reeling as his attack was nullified as though it were nothing."I swear I saw my strike being severered and even the mana scattered in the air…" He clenched his teeth, feeling a rare flicker of unease.Meanwhile, Oasis exhaled heavily, the exertion subtly weari
Chapter 161: Oasis vs Vakar
"You are a kid, you say?" Vakar scorned as he moved toward Oasis.With each step, his aura thickened, suffocating the very air around them. "Let me teach you a lesson, then."Oasis watched him approach, unbothered."It's been a while. Let me test this body of mine," he thought as he placed his blade into his bracelet, storing it momentarily.Without hesitation, Oasis unleashed his aura—cyan in color, with heat radiating in waves around him.The sheer purity of his energy was unimaginable, an untainted force of magic that distorted the very atmosphere.The air around him ignited with intensity, forcing even the nearby Belvan units to step back by instinct.The heat grew unbearable, causing the earth beneath him to crack, and the night sky shimmered as if the fabric of reality was bending under the pressure of his power."What is this?" Vakar muttered as he stopped mid-step, an involuntary hesitation creeping into his movements."Such pure energy... and yet, so dangerous."A sinking rea
Chapter 160: Vakar
The sight before him was horrific.Rows of captives, their bodies frail from starvation, their skin clinging to their bones.Some lay motionless, too weak to move. Others had already succumbed—lifeless, their suffering evident even in death.And then—the worst.The ones who had been abused beyond recognition.A slow, cold rage spread through Mevrick’s chest.His fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword, his body trembling not from exhaustion—but from wrath.Jarn’s subordinates, those still breathing, staggered in fear. They saw what he saw. They knew.They begged.Mevrick showed no mercy.Blades howled.Bodies fell.Screams faded into silence.By the time he was done, not a single enemy in the camp remained.The battlefield lay silent, bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon.The cold wind carried the scent of blood, death, and smoldering campfires.Mevrick sat on one of the makeshift chairs in the enemy’s camp, his body still, his sword sheathed at his side.His fingers traced th
Chapter 159: Mist of Death: Death Castle!
"Cloud Dancing Technique: Fifth Wave—Inanis."The world bent.Mevrick’s sword spun, flipping upward like a coin tossed into the heavens.As it turned, it multiplied.One blade became two.Two became four.Four became countless.A barrage of slashing arcs descended upon Jarn and Goba from all directions, faster than the eye could track.Clang! Clang! Clang!Goba barely raised his gauntlets in time, blocking an oncoming strike—only for another to slash at his ribs from the side.Tch! Jarn twisted in the air, his blade meeting one of Mevrick’s phantom swords—only for another to carve toward his shoulder from an impossible angle.What is this attack?!It was like fighting a ghost.Every time a sword landed a strike, it was as if Mevrick himself had slashed them—yet he hadn’t moved.And yet, he was everywhere.His form flickered, present yet absent, his image warping with the ripples of energy still cascading through the battlefield.It was an illusion.No—it was something beyond that.Me
Chapter 158: Cloud Dancing Technique
The insult was deliberate, his words cutting like the edge of his blade.Goba growled, his fists clenching as frost crackled around his gauntlets.Jarn, however, laughed—a low, guttural sound that sent chills through the air.“Big words for a man standing in my domain,” Jarn said, his voice laced with cold amusement.“But don’t worry, Mevrick. I’ll make sure you won’t feel the cold for too long.”Both men stared each other down, the battlefield silent except for the faint crackling of frost and the rhythmic pulsing of energy ripples.The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their reputations hanging in the air.The next moment would decide the fate of the valley, and neither intended to take a single step back.The battlefield shifted in an instant.Mevrick exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze calculating as he assessed his opponents.“Unlike most duos, these two are nearly equal in strength,” he mused, gripping his dao sword tighter.His instincts sharpened.“Jarn is in the int
Chapter 157: Assault(3)
Fwoosh!The sound of metal sliding free was followed by an immediate surge of energy.The weapon was a dao sword, its broad, curved blade gleaming like polished silver.As soon as it was drawn, ripples of translucent energy pulsed outward from the blade.These ripples were faint yet visible, shimmering in the air like droplets hitting the surface of a still pond.Each ripple distorted the moonlight for a brief moment before dissipating into the night.The blade hummed faintly, resonating with the vice lord's own energy.It was a weapon forged not just for cutting but for channeling power, amplifying Mevrick’s aura with every swing.The air around him seemed to respond to the weapon, growing heavier and charged with tension.Mevrick twirled the dao sword once in his hand, its edge cutting through the cold air effortlessly.The ripples grew in intensity, spreading outward in a display of both beauty and menace."This will be interesting," Mevrick thought, his eyes narrowing as he strode
Chapter 156: Assault(2)
Cling... Cling...Thud... Thud...The muffled sound of metal scraping against itself, followed by dull thuds, echoed faintly across the camp.Inside a large, weathered tent decorated with torn banners and bloodstained fabric, a man with a hoarse voice stirred."Huh? What is that noise?" the man muttered, rising from his chair.The dim, flickering light of a lantern illuminated his imposing figure.He was tall, standing well over six feet, with lean, corded muscles that hinted at years of brutal training.His short, frosted hair faded on the sides, accentuating a striking tattoo of a blood-drenched hand etched into the right side of his head.His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to radiate menace.A jagged scar ran from his temple to the corner of his lip, adding to his fearsome appearance."It seems some people are attacking our camp, Boss Jarn," another man spoke, stepping into the dim light of the tent.The man, known only as Jarn, the
Chapter 155: Assault
A Few Minutes Before Midnight – One of the Camps Near MistvalleyThe camp was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fire.The air was thick with a tension that weighed heavily on the warriors from Belvan.The faint glow of a dwindling campfire cast long, flickering shadows across the faces of the Belvan warriors gathered in the camp.Some sat cross-legged, others leaned against their weapons, but all bore the same heavy expression.Their expressions reflected hopelessness, their morale shattered by weeks of hardship.This was one of the three groups Oasis had promised to handle personally, the weakest of the lot.Many in the camp had already given up before the fight had even begun. One warrior, sitting with his back against a jagged boulder, sighed deeply as he stared into the flames."We’re just lambs to the slaughter," he muttered bitterly, his voice thick with regret."All my life, I’ve fought to survive... and this is how it ends."Another, sharpening his blade out of h
Chapter 154: Proceedings(2).
Before Raegar's arrival...The Vice City Lord Mevrick sat at table, the rugged map of the region spread out before him.His fingers worked methodically, marking key locations and scrawling notes with a sharp quill.A piece of jerky hung loosely from his teeth, a habit he often indulged in while deep in thought.The flickering lanterns in the tent cast long shadows over the map, illuminating the harsh terrain of towns and the surrounding regions.His mind churned, not with doubt but with the weight of the task at hand.Belvan’s forces were spread thin, and the success of this mission hinged precariously on the plans of a boy—an unorthodox yet strangely capable boy.The thought lingered as he bit down on the jerky, chewing absently while his eyes traced the routes leading to and from the marked meeting points.!!!Suddenly, his focus sharpened.A faint yet distinct presence stirred at the edges of his awareness, an aura cutting through the stillness of the rocky terrain beyond the camp.