Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3227

Chapter 3227 Ancient Bloodlines (Part 2)

That plus holding a peerless artifact like the Ears of Menadion in her hands had brought Aalejah this close to having an aneurysm out of joy. She talked so fast that most of what came out of her mouth was gibberish. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

Her hands and feet moved restlessly above and below the table, giving the impression she was having the most controlled seizure in Mogar's history.

"Has any of you ever fought the other? When did it happen? How long did the battle last? Who won? How are you still alive? How does the Ears work? Where did you find it? Was Menadion's tower really that good?" Questions stormed out of her mouth one after the other, without giving anyone the time to answer.

"I'm sorry for making you wait." Jirni cleared her throat to announce her presence and put an end to the elf's verbal deluge. "Am I the last one or are we still waiting for someone?"

The guards helped her to a chair and gave her plenty of refreshments before leaving.

She thanked them both and for once in her life Jirni was honest. Her feet were killing her, sitting and standing up was a hurdle even with her Awakened body, and she was so hungry that she could eat a whole roasted Phoenix.

"I'm the last one." A baritone voice said from behind, making her turn around. "I couldn't leave the Forgotten Plume tribe until my replacement arrived. We are about to move to another oasis and with all the valuables of the village packed up on the carriages, it's the ideal moment for a bandit raid."

Ilyum Balkor, Blood Magus of the Desert and tribal chief, walked through the curtain separating the War Room from the rest of the palace. He looked around the table, recognizing many familiar faces.

Some he knew, most were strangers, and a few he had only seen in illustrated books as a child. If he was curious or impressed, it was impossible to tell. Balkor gave the Overlord a short bow before taking his place at the table.

'I don't know what the stakes are nor do I care.' He thought. 'Salaark loves the kid and if I help him, she'll owe me a favor.'

"Magus Verhen." Balkor nodded at Lith. "Nice robe."

"Magus Balkor." Lith returned the gesture, and noticed that while the Kingdom's Magus robe was violet with golden finitures, the one the god of death wore was red with silver finitures.

As for Balkor himself, Lith didn't miss the expanding grey hair and age lines around the eyes that weren't there during their last encounter.

'It's been just two years. A drop in the ocean for an Awakened.' Lith thought. 'I guess the rumors about Balkor being forced to give up on his revenge because he has too little life force left to continue are true.'

Knowing that his own life force had suffered some serious damage through the years as well, Lith instinctively looked at his reflection in a silver tray. He searched for any sign that death was catching up with him but found nothing.

"Now, since I'd love to go back home as soon as possible, can someone explain to me why I am here?" Balkor asked.

"Sure." To not waste time talking, Lith extended an emerald tendril of Spirit Magic that split into four ends in order to bring the newcomers up to speed with a mind link.