The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 184

Yet, no matter how shocking or hard it was to accept, the fact was set in stone. Roald, Felis, Semar, and the others had all been defeated, and it was said they were beaten soundly.

Galos sat stunned in his room upon hearing the news.

Tyral was in a daze for a long time after receiving the news. He had been preparing to rally people to humiliate Alavin, but how could this have happened?

All those who had oppressed or scorned Alavin fell silent that day.

Alavin? Top five of the Eight Orders! Alavin was bestowed with the title of the Shadowlord's Messenger by the Eight Orders.

Alavin, once oppressed and ridiculed within the ranks of Cobalt Strike and scarcely regarded by anyone, had now crushed his rivals in the Clash of Eight Orders and seized a spot in the top five. This stark contrast made it difficult for anyone who knew Alavin to accept.

While the Organization was abuzz, the Commander himself announced that he would convene an Elder council on the main peak that very night, pardoning Alavin from his servitude and elevating him from Freshman Protégé to Golden Protégé!

Another bombshell!

Alavin was to become a Golden Protégé. This was a meteoric rise!

The Protégés were frantic to learn the details of the championship, and were all eager to know what had truly happened. However, Roald had gone into seclusion, Semar and the others refused all visitors, and even Alavin had locked his iron door tight. In the end, only Nikulas spoke to a few close friends about the general events, describing Alavin's astonishing performance. As for what legacy Alavin had received, and how he came by such mysterious Combat Magic, no one pressed the matter further, nor was there any need to.

Now, Alavin was not just a Protégé of Cobalt Strike but also one of the formidable top five of the Eight Orders of the Northlands. What if Cobalt Strike were to cast him aside? The other organizations would open their arms wide in welcome.

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The Grand Elder of Cobalt Strike entered the Commander's chamber. He was refined and handsome, with a clear complexion that made him appear only in his forties. "Commander, you wished to see me?"

"Have you heard about Alavin?" the Commander asked, his back turned.

"Just heard the news. Top 5 Protégé, a name that resounds through the Eight Orders, the young kid has done well." The Grand Elder offered a faint smile, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Alavin may have encountered a special fortune, but he doesn't speak of it, and we need not delve into it."

"Such is the will of destiny; the fortune finds its master. Let it be."

"I'm considering pardoning Alavin from his servitude, promoting him to Golden Protégé."