Wizard Bloodline

In the following days, Ronan's daily homework was-meditation, watching the torrent scene in the Orb of All Things, spell practice, [Ascetic Exercise] self-abuse practice, and trying to figure out the two things in his hand related to the inheritance of space and mirror spells. runes.

The selection of the Seventh Ring Competition is about to begin, and many magic ring wizards have become "diligent and hardworking".

The entire Dharma Circle was in a tense "preparation" atmosphere, just like the school scene when the final exam was approaching in the previous life.

This tense atmosphere had little impact on Ronan, because his daily life had always been one of hard work.

Ronan was also surprised by chance.

In his last life, he had been a "student scumbag" all his life. Unexpectedly, in this life, after embarking on the path of a wizard, he would become the "student scumbag" he once hated, envied and respected the most.

"Is this the potion you were talking about?"

In Benigo's miniature secret space, Ronan looked at the small medicine bottle in his hand, which was about the size of a fingernail, and asked Benigo in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"The Kiss of Mephitira."

Benigo said: "Mephitila is the legendary goddess of wisdom.

Legend has it that her lips are covered with fine spikes, and the spikes are quenched with poison that can bring endless pain. But if you can bear the pain, you can gain the wisdom of knowing the sun, moon and stars..."

"A very appropriate name."

Ronan looked at the purple-black liquid in the crystal medicine bottle and said softly.

"I have only configured one bottle for the time being. If one bottle reaches your limit, then the remaining materials can be saved."

Benigo said, turned and walked towards his messy potion experiment table, and said as he walked: "I also helped you prepare another potion.

When you are taking the medicine, if you feel that you can't hold on any longer, taking this bottle of medicine will instantly relieve your pain. Of course, the effect of the 'Mephitira's Kiss' will also be completely interrupted. "

While Benigo was speaking, he heard Ronan speak lightly.

"Need not."

Ronan looked at Benigo calmly.

"What I am best at...is enduring pain."

After saying that, he picked up the potion in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

It's painful indeed.

Even though Ronan was mentally prepared.

This kind of pain is like someone tearing your skull apart, pouring a spoonful of hot oil on the white brains, and then sprinkling cumin and chili powder. When it's almost done, switch to an ice gun to freeze it.

At first the pain was limited to the head, and then began to spread throughout the body along the cheeks, neck, and chest.

The stinging sensation of being pricked by needles all over my body turned into numbness like an electric shock, suddenly turned cold, and suddenly turned hot.

Benigo stood quietly next to Ronan after taking the medicine.

He watched the young man in front of him change from standing to falling to the ground in an instant, holding his head in his hands and arching his body tightly like a prawn.

The young man's body was shaking violently, and his expression quickly turned ferocious.

Veins protruded from his forehead and face, completely destroying his original heroic spirit and handsomeness.

The boy's lips had been bitten by his teeth, sweat was pouring from his body, his eyes were wide open, but there was no focus in the blue lake, and he was obviously in a state of confusion.

His whole body was shaking violently, and even though he was in such pain, he still didn't say a word.

Benigo watched quietly, with a faint look of reminiscence on his face.

He is also someone who has taken "Mephitira's Kiss", and he knows very well how unbearable the pain caused by this medicine is.

When he was suffering, he had desperately hoped for countless times that someone could kill him immediately and grant him relief.

He didn't know how he got through it.

If it weren't for some persistence that even death could not shake, I might have been hurt to death.

Just as he was thinking about it, Benigo frowned and saw a layer of fine blood beads oozing out from the surface of the young man's eyeballs.

It was obvious that this pain was approaching his limit.

Benigo looked at the time and pondered for a moment. He felt that the time for the medicine to take effect was almost complete, so he turned and walked towards his potion experiment bench.

A bottle of orange-jeweled potion is placed on the messy experimental table, which is very conspicuous.

It was the "pain-blocking" potion he specially prepared.

However, Benigo had just picked up the potion and turned around, only to find that——

The boy who was still lying on the ground was twisted in pain.

I don't know when I actually stood up straight, with my back straight, like a sharp sword stuck deep in the soil.

The young man was looking at Benigo, his temples were completely wet with sweat, and his white hair was slightly messy and stuck to his cheeks.

His eyes have returned to clarity. Under the blue, there is floating blood color, and there is unprecedented clarity washed by blood.

The young man took a breath and said slowly to Benigo: "It was such an extremely passionate and violent kiss, it was almost overwhelming.

Benigo, please continue to help me prepare potions. "

"Well"

Benigo looked at the young man in a daze, a little lost in thought.

After a moment, his expression returned to calm.

He gently placed the orange potion in his hand back on the experimental table and nodded.

"good."

On the floating island shrouded in the light of the rune array, the bright sunshine seemed to be blocked. Although the weather was bright and clear, the floating island felt dark and depressing.

In the dim light, on the gray grass in front of the huge black house, a young man with pale skin and black diamond earrings on both ears was holding a rune stone and looking at it carefully.

This is a rune stone for recording, and the young man reads the content in it.

Several wizards stood a few meters away from him, waiting quietly with a bit of respect in their expressions.

It was unknown how long it took, the young man's mental power was withdrawn from the rune stone, and then he took out a communication stone and whispered: "Thank you, Lanny, this information is quite useful to me.

I will express my gratitude to you when I move into the tower."

A hoarse and somewhat indifferent voice came from the other end of the communication stone.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, Travis.

With your current strength, even if you know the advantages and disadvantages of these guys, you still need to beat any of them and get a place in the top ten."

"I know."

The young man looked calm, with a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"I know what I'm lacking... I know what I'm lacking.

I'll make up for it soon."

After saying that, he slowly put down the communication stone in his hand.

The young man looked up, through the magic circle outside the floating island, at the majestic and majestic silver-white tower close at hand, and the ten gray glowing meditation towers under the tower. There was a constant glimmer in his eyes, and the shadows around him were constantly expanding.

For him, the ten meditation towers were not just identity and status.

It was also his step to a higher level.

Now, he is about to take the first step.

This step, he will not allow anyone to disrupt

"Lin Qi."

The young man suddenly spoke.

Among the wizards standing not far behind him, a young wizard with a bit of aristocratic temperament strode out.

"Sir."

"Please contact Biondini for me."

The young man said softly: "Tell him that no matter what, I will meet that kid in the first round and the first game.

The magic nightmare tungsten steel on him is very important to me, very important."

"Yes."

Lin Qi responded respectfully, and seemed to remember someone or something because of this, and his eyes became a little gloomy and cruel.

Three months, like the silver sand in an inverted hourglass, passing away one by one.

Unknowingly, the hourglass will be empty, and the last silver sand in the hourglass... is about to fall.

Miniature secret space.

In the lush magic potion garden, there is a young man squatting on the ground.

He seems to be playing with something.

Look carefully, it is a sapling planted in moist soil.

It is about the height of less than one finger. At the top of the slender stem, like an open palm, two green tender leaves grow. The leaves have bright red veins, and they are so transparent and delicate that they seem to be carefully carved out of some gemstones.

The boy stretched out a finger and gently touched the leaves of the sapling. The latter seemed to be trying to respond to him, and its delicate body swayed slightly.

At this time, a deep voice suddenly sounded from outside the magic potion garden.

"Don't bother it. The current Holy Blood Tree is probably not as strong as an ordinary first-level magic potion..."

"I know my limits. I'm just chatting with it. It can understand me."

The boy responded.

The voice was completely different from the voice that reminded him before. The boy's voice was cold and clear, as pleasant and clear as the gentle collision of gems.

Although he said so, the boy still stood up in front of the sapling.

When he stood up completely, people realized that he was actually very tall, and his figure was not as thin and weak as his squatting back.

Instead, he had a sense of symmetrical majesty. Even with the cover of the robe, people could still clearly feel the strength and coordinated beauty of the body underneath.

The boy turned around, revealing a delicate and exquisite white face.

There was hardly any flaw on his face, his skin was smooth and seemed to be glowing in real time, and the most attractive thing was his eyes.

It was clearer and bluer than the cleanest sky.

In the azure blue, there seemed to be countless flickering and flowing light points, deep and mysterious, giving people a sense of incomparable intelligence and wisdom.

The boy walked through the fields of the potion garden, and his crystal white hair was gently moved by the leaves of different colors.

He walked outside the potion garden and stood in the soft light, as if the whole person was merged with the light.

Indistinguishable from each other.

"When will the Holy Blood Tree grow to the point where it can exert its true effect?"

The boy asked the heroic middle-aged man walking back and forth in front of him.

The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know, I'm more anxious than you.

But even if the Holy Blood Tree grows up, you can't directly borrow its power"

"Why?"

The boy was puzzled.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Because our blood is too mixed.

The people living on this continent now have so many kinds of ancient blood mixed in their bodies.

Some are noble or despicable, some are strong or weak.

The Holy Blood Tree does not know which of these bloods you want to select, which one you want to strengthen, and whether there is a blood you want to strengthen.

If you are not careful, you may be easily purified into a 'monster'."

"Oh."

The young man nodded, indicating that he understood.

He finished talking with the heroic middle-aged man and began to walk towards a location in the secret space.

There was a rune experiment table there, as well as various books scattered on the floor.

Just as the young man was about to reach the experimental table, a voice suddenly stopped him.

"Damien!"

The young man turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who stood there and stared at him with confusion.

The middle-aged man looked at his current appearance, with a complex look on his face that was difficult to describe in words.

"Are you really feeling okay?"

The middle-aged man paused and said in a low voice: "I have never seen anyone who can take six bottles of 'Mephtila's Kiss' without dying."

A smile slowly appeared on the young man's face, and the smile was as bright and bright as the sun approaching noon.

"I'm fine, I've never felt better."

The young man replied with a smile, "I finally know why, Benigo, you were once a magic genius and at the same time so knowledgeable and omnipotent."

[Name: Ronan Damien]

【Age: 17】

[Talent: No Attribute Affinity, Immaculate Body (Active)]

[Strength: Level 1 official wizard (99%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation—The Realm of Empty Ming (Master 465/1600)

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 440/1600)

Charged Weapon-Spellbreaking Power (Master 258/1600)

Ice Hockey Technique - Desperate Freeze (Master 328/1600)

Frost Ray-Ice Veins (Master 122/1600)

Ascetic training (Master 450/1600)

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night.

The orange bonfire was burning quietly, and a small pot was placed on the flame. Something was cooking in the pot, and a rich aroma was emitting.

Ronan sat by the campfire and looked at his current character panel.

The changes in the data on the strength column of the panel and the skill column of the panel represent all the gains he has made in the past three months of hard work.

The pain experienced, the torture endured, the blood and sweat paid.

Now they all turned into vivid and clear numbers, presented before his eyes.

The most obvious change is the addition of a skill that can be used to advance to the master level - the zero-level intermediate ice spell: [Frost Ray].

The derived extraordinary power of law is called - [Ice Veins]!

As for the effect

The effect is average, it just enhances Bing Han's ability from one more angle.

"Damien."

Benigo came from a distance, carrying two silver bottles with thin necks and round bellies in his hands.

The cap of the bottle has been opened, and bursts of mellow wine aroma continue to emanate from the mouth of the bottle.

Benigo handed him one of the silver bottles, and then sat down like a campfire. The black pipe in his hand melted into the shape of metal chopsticks, and he slowly stirred in the tumbling pot.

Ronan frowned and couldn't help but say: "Benigo, you hold that broken pipe every day when you have nothing to do. Do you want me to eat your saliva now?"

Benigo glanced at him and said calmly: "If you don't like it, you can stop eating it later."

Ronan pursed his lips and said no more.

Three months have passed, and the relationship between the two seems to have become closer.

Although they still don't feel like friends.