Nightingale in Hell

Mordo casually sent Liu Chuang flying, then said to the players with an impassive face, "Please do not interrupt me while I'm speaking."

The players watched Liu Chuang suffer another bout of bad luck with pity and no small amount of alarm. Anyone able to enter the World Gate was at least level 20, yet this unassuming mage had sent him flying with a single blow. Only then did someone use the Appraisal Technique on Mordo to inspect his information.

[Name: Karl Mordo]

[Race: Human]

[Faction: Earth, Kamar-Taj]

[Level: 49 (Enhanced by a Minor Dimensional Space)]

[Class: Mystic Mage]

[Description: Mage Mordo is the eldest disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One. With The Ancient One's help, he obtained a minor dimensional space, allowing him to defeat opponents above his level.]

Holy shit, no wonder he was so powerful. He wasn't just one or two realms ahead—he was already an entire version ahead. After Dun Qu Qi Yi completed the [World Gate] quest, the level cap had risen from 20 to 40, yet Mage Mordo before them had surpassed the current version altogether.

In an instant, all the players shut their mouths. Of course, that was for a better gaming experience, not because they had chickened out.

Seeing that these strange Elves had fallen silent, Mordo nodded in satisfaction. "Are you joking? Before you can prove your identities, I can't possibly send you to the front lines against the demons. That would be irresponsible toward the lives of the mages fighting the demons alongside us."

"Of course, since you've come here, that means The Ancient One recognizes you. But this is the front line against the Hell dimension, and idle people cannot remain here for long." Mordo looked as though he could not wait to shake off this