The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

"Stay in your rooms! No one is to leave!" Alavin shouted as he gripped his ancient sword and dashed forth.

"Rally with the guards! Take cover!" Mariela followed in hot pursuit.

Mercenaries! There were barbaric mercenaries.

Bands of them, ferocious and fierce and all powerful Mages, stormed through the crumbled breaches in the western, northern, and southeastern walls, rampaging through the dilapidated city quarters, setting fires, and sowing chaos. The sudden anarchy caught the city's defenders off guard as they scattered to give chase, angrily intercepting the intruders. But the ancient city was too vast, and they could not cover all the grounds.

"Don't panic!"

"All troops, secure the walls! No one is to breach!"

"Mage units, slay the intruders."

"Thousand Treasures Commerce, secure your caravans."

"Lord Lawren, please assist in the pursuit."

Lucan and others bellowed in rage, their calls echoing through the quarters as they gathered their forces and descended upon the old city, desperately hunting down the invaders.

Howling and bellowing, the mercenaries shouted and looted, darting through the dark streets, cunningly evading their pursuers. They spread out as much as possible, sowing chaos everywhere to distract the guards of the Mallister family.

"Ha-ha, where's the treasure? Where is it!" A band of mercenaries suddenly burst into the residential area, shouting wildly and unleashing gales and consuming flames.

People ran in panic, screaming in terror. Children who got startled from their sleep wailed loudly.

"The caravan is there! Let's go!" Several groups of mercenaries spotted the convoy of The Thousand Treasures Commerce and rushed to attack in a frenzy.

"Looking for an early grave, are you?" Daman bellowed, swinging his hefty staff through the air, bringing it down with a thunderous crash that shook the ground, echoing like thunder and deafening to the ears. A violent earthquake swept through a kilometer radius, and the ground split open with wide, ghastly cracks, stones flying, and dust billowing while a wild surge of air waves roared out like an uncontrollable deluge, striking in all directions.

The approaching mercenaries didn't even have time to scream before they were shattered by the shockwave!

The shocking and brutal scene brought a sudden halt to the other mercenaries' advance.

"Who's the whelp daring to rob The Thousand Treasures Commerce's caravan?" Daman roared, resonating like a great bronze bell, thunderous and ear-splitting.

"Retreat!" The surviving mercenaries ran without looking back, disappearing into the surrounding alleys.

Balder frowned deeply. "Have these mercenaries gone mad? They know there are over two thousand Mages in Stormcast, isn't this suicide?"

Daman replied with his resonant voice, "In such a vast ancient city, are two thousand Mages really that many?"

Elsewhere, a group of mercenaries attempted to storm the city hall, but Alavin led a counter-attack. "You've come to the wrong place!"

The Dawnedge Blade rose, unleashing a sky full of sword's energy, striking down three mercenaries in an instant. After advancing to an Advanced Mage, Alavin's strength increased manifold.

"Kill! There are treasures inside the city hall!" Hundreds of mercenaries charged relentlessly, seemingly unaffected.

"Shadowlord. The realm of slaughter." Alavin's eyes suddenly sharpened. A fierce intent to kill was emanating from him, as dark energy swept across the field.

"Ah!" The weaker mercenaries screamed in anguish, as if plummeting into a nightmare. Even the stronger mercenaries were somewhat affected, their consciousness briefly clouded. The fierce onslaught was abruptly stopped.

Mariela followed swiftly, charging out of the city hall and leaping into the midst of the mercenaries. Her feet touched the ground in an instant, and the ground froze and crystallized. A harsh cold wind spread, causing two men who froze solid and five who were repelled to be covered with frost.

Alavin leaped into the air, somersaulting 360 degrees into the ranks of the mercenaries. Frenzied lightning exploded from his body. "Thunderous Deluge!" True Thunder, the second stage! Other guards charged out, emboldened by the bravery of Alavin and Mariela, each of them shouting loudly, pouncing on the mercenaries like ferocious wolves.

"Show no mercy!" Alavin commanded fiercely,

At the city gate, a blaze shot into the sky, boiling like a dragon's tail sweeping down from the heavens, striking the district.

Lucan, wielding his warblade with a murderous aura, unleashed a surge of flames engulfing hundreds of meters. He stood like a demon god facing the formidable ranks of mercenaries.

The guards of the Mallister family, the Rocke family, and the Mages of the guild joined the pursuit, and the ancient city under the cover of night became even more chaotic and restless. These mercenaries were bold and ruthless, setting fires and causing wanton destruction, daring to clash head-on with the likes of Lucan.