Wizard Bloodline

As the green-robed female wizard said, the young wizard relied on a very rare set of ice magic tools.

This magic tool set is particularly compatible with the magic system that does not seem to come from the magic circle inheritance, and it instantly raises the opponent's combat power to an incredible height.

In fact, this is nothing. The two core inheritance schools of the magic circle require wizards to be at level three before they are qualified to formally contact. Many wizards at level one and level two have their own unique combat system.

This is also a major reason why the magic circle is weak to the outside world - the threshold of core inheritance is too high. Even if they recruit some young wizards with good talents, they have to spend a lot of time and energy to train them to level three before they can truly have their own core competitiveness.

At level one and level two, relying only on a [Silverization] talisman inheritance, it is okay to fight against ordinary wizard forces, but once compared with those elite geniuses from the top forces in the south, it is much worse.

Karoni looked through the battle replay. If the metal magic medium was counted, he found no less than ten second-level magic tools on the boy.

This is a number that can make anyone stunned. No one can have such a rich family background at the second level. Karoni did not have it when he was at the second level.

Although magic tools and equipment are also part of strength, this number is too exaggerated.

Of course, the boy himself is also good enough.

Although he is only at the beginning of the second level, he can control the use of so many magic tools and equipment at the same time in a battle, and also show a full three kinds of extraordinary understanding of ice magic. Obviously, he is a core seedling with an extremely solid foundation.

"Ice... solid foundation, proud temperament, and an exaggerated number of second-level magic tools."

Based on his initial impression of the boy in the picture, Karoni slowly emerged a guess in his mind, and then the green-robed female wizard standing next to him directly said this guess.

"Is this little guy the illegitimate child of your fourth ring master Aqiduo who has been hiding for many years?"

The latter looked at Caroni with eyes full of curiosity and gossip, and Caroni's expression fluctuated.

Aqiduo is the one who controls the [Frost Element Ring] among the seven ring masters of the Magic Ring, and his attainments in ice magic are the best in the Magic Ring.

In the Magic Ring, if there is a person who can take out more than a dozen second-level ice magic tools in one breath, that person can only be Aqiduo.

And the only explanation that can make Aqiduo willing to take out so many second-level magic tools and give them away for free seems to be that the other party is his illegitimate child.

Coincidentally, the person who jointly planned with him to produce the flower juice of the thorn palace was Aqiduo.

Because he was worried that his arrangement would go wrong, he secretly inserted the "illegitimate child" he had carefully cultivated for many years into the exploration team of the second battlefield in order to have an extra layer of protection. It was reasonable.

Thinking of this, Caroni quietly took out a communication stone and tapped it lightly without the green-robed witch.

"What's wrong, Caroni, is everything going well over there?"

Listening to the questioning voice coming from the communication stone, Caroni hesitated for a moment and spoke in a low voice.

"Aqido. I remember that 20 years ago, when you were traveling in the south, you seemed to have met a woman from the secular kingdom, right?"

"???"

Ronan didn't know that he had been secretly labeled as the illegitimate son of a big shot.

At this moment, he stood on a huge circular platform, with a crystal clear and cold ice thorn garden under his feet.

Dense and endless ice thorns "grew" all over every corner of the platform. There was a second-level wizard wearing a special robe, his body pierced by ice thorns, and the red flowed down along the transparent, looking up at him with a shocked and unwilling face.

"Hiss---"

Ronan breathed steadily, the domain released around him, and the cold air permeating the entire platform, him, and the [Winter Homeland] magic tool armor on his body seemed to form a perfect whole.

Even though Ronan did not deliberately promote the fusion of the three ice-type supernatural domains, the aura of the three supernatural domains surrounding his body also had a tendency to blend and gather and transform.

This was the first time that Ronan fully released the power of [Winter Home] in battle.

This set of magic tools tailored for the ice-type [Frozen Soil] flow spell system had an effect far beyond his expectations.

With the blessing of [Winter Home], the power of his ice-type spells increased by three times, and the domain power of [Tundra Frozen Soil] was directly enhanced by more than five times.

This was only the effect of half a set of magic tools.

He could clearly sense the flow of energy in each component of the set, which was amplified by the runes layer by layer, and finally formed a growing cycle.

The complexity and mystery of the runes in [Winter Home] were not the top among the runes Ronan had seen, but the exquisiteness of its combined structure was second to none.

From this point, we can see the profound foundation of the [Ice Flame Iris] Lanster family, or the Frost Leader, the wizard power.

This is just a set of second-level magic tools. If there are similar sets of higher-level tools, I wonder how exquisite they will be.

"Swoosh--"

A slight sound of breaking through the air sounded behind Ronan, accompanied by a strong and obscure spell fluctuation.

A dark and eerie narrow blade of light penetrated the void and pierced Ronan's vest at a high speed.

Ronan's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he did not dodge, but let the blade of light fall on him fiercely.

"Bang!"

The light blade stabbed the light waterfall cloak behind Ronan, directly tearing a huge hole in the cloak, then drove straight in, and finally smashed into pieces on the ice crystal-shaped armor.

There were some traces left on the thick ice crystals, but they quickly returned to smoothness. The spell defense of [Winter Land] was also outstanding and could resist almost any second-level spell bombardment.

Suffering the impact of this spell, Ronan's body remained motionless and slowly turned around.

Ice blue eyes fell on a young wizard in black robes who had just emerged from the white void not far away.

The latter's thin face was now pale, with shock and disbelief on his face.

His figure flew back quickly, as if he wanted to hide in the air again, but Ronan just raised his hand slightly.

The cold current like countless giant pythons immediately rushed forward, and a series of cold and sharp ice spikes were generated out of thin air, forming a white prison like frost and thorns, completely wrapping the opponent.

"The last one."

Ronan watched expressionlessly as the second-level wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp fell from the air, stretched out his hand, and invisible spiritual power spread out.

In the hands of the humanoid ice sculptures below, space storage rings of the same style broke free and flew up, and they all gathered towards his open palm.

As of this moment, the competition for qualifications on Ronan’s platform is completely over.

The other three wizards who were also members of the Ring of Magic stood in the corner and watched all of this stupidly from beginning to end. They had completely become the audience of Ronan's "performance".

Just as Ronan was counting the gains in the mission ring in his hand, he suddenly felt a wave of mental energy with strong hostility coming towards him from a certain direction.

He looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw red flames rolling across a circular platform two platforms away from him.

There were figures lying scattered on the platform. A young man with orange-gold eyes and fiery red hair was stepping on the shoulders of a person who was half kneeling on the ground. He was close to the rune array light wall on the edge of the platform and looked at Luo. Nan, with a smile on his face, made a waving gesture to Ronan from a distance.

Ronan frowned, then noticed the figure stepping on his feet, and a light suddenly burst into his eyes.

It's Clemens!

"Is it some kind of bloodline?"

Ronan felt the slight beating coming from the blood crystal of the ancient frost hydra in his heart, and he was thoughtful.

Before entering the Garden of Mirrors, he was aware of the existence of this young man with orange-gold eyes.

There should be a kind of fire-attributed bloodline power flowing in the opponent's body, which is exactly opposite to the thin ancient frost hydra bloodline contained in his body.

Therefore, both sides will have a strong "feeling of old enemy" towards each other due to their bloodline.

"In the middle of the second level, you can defeat Clemens. It seems that the power of this bloodline is not weak."

Ronan took a deep look at the young man, withdrew his gaze and turned to the silver light group above his head.

At this time, new changes have taken place on the field.

After the winners were determined on all eight platforms, the silver light group presiding over everything projected eight silver-white light pillars, which happened to envelope the eight wizards holding lens runes.

Then the light pillar guided the eight people to rise slowly, and stopped when it reached a height.

Immediately afterwards, countless points of silver light emerged out of thin air, condensing into four new mirror platforms similar to the eight circular platforms below, but slightly smaller.

"Winner...four.next round...inheritance!"

The silver light group emitted obscure fluctuations of consciousness. Even if it didn't explain it, the method of this round of competition was simple and obvious enough, and it was just a further screening of the duel.

The eight Ronan people, shrouded in eight beams of light, fell to different platforms in twos and twos.

It seems to be a random allocation made by the silver light group.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a loud noise rang out in the field. Ronan followed the sound and saw the young man with orange-gold eyes who was falling towards a platform. His whole body was bathed in flames, frantically attacking the silver beam of light that enveloped him. Judging from his posture, he seemed to be trying to move towards him. Come up here yourself.

Ronan looked at the young man's collisions again and again coldly, like watching a crazy moth trying to break out of the transparent wall, and he was the "light source" he longed for.

Along with the muffled sounds of the collisions, Ronan felt that the blood crystals in his heart were shaking violently. Wisps of overbearing blood power washed through his body with the blood, and there was a sharp pain that was stronger than the previous ones.

Perhaps it was the violent factor contained in the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra, or it might be the negative impact of the pain. Ronan felt a trace of violent emotions arise in his heart. This emotion stimulated his nerves and made him feel desperate. I want to respond to the other party's provocation and vent my impulse.

"hiss--"

He took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress his anger, and gently landed his feet on the platform for the new round of selection.

When it comes to the inheritance of the Garden of Ancient Mirrors, everyone present seems cautious, except this guy who acts unscrupulously.

Observing the way the other Wizard of Molten Crystal Lake looked at him, it was obvious that this guy seemed to have always been a troublesome existence in Molten Crystal Lake.

After challenging the "rules" to no avail, the young man finally calmed down.

At this time, all eight wizards on the field were assigned to their respective competition arenas.

After the first round of selection, among the eight people left on the field, there were two wizards from Crystal Lake and Thorn Palace. Ronan was the only one on the Ring of Magic side, and the Black Nightmare Swamp had the largest number of wizards, with three people present.

At this time, Ronan's first opponent was a young male wizard from the Thorn Palace.

He has an ordinary appearance, with algae-colored hair that is common among plant-based wizards. He is in the late second-level stage, and his temperament goes beyond his mature and steady appearance.

Both sides stood still and waited quietly for the fight to begin.

"Shua——"

Outside the secret realm, above the huge mirror lake, a large number of void ripples were generated, followed by a wizard figure from various forces walking out of the ripples and falling.

The exploration of the second core area of ​​the Garden of Mirrors quickly entered the final stage in a form that everyone expected but was happy to see. Although it is not completely over yet, for those who were eliminated in the first round of inheritance selection The wizards have finally come to an end.

The wizards who came out of the secret realm each returned to their own side. Then they handed over their rings, counted the harvest, recovered and healed, and watched the battle of the remaining people inside.

"Are you okay?"

In the seventh magic circle, wizard Derby slowly walked up to Clemens and asked with a concerned tone.

Debi looks young, with long black hair combed into a low ponytail on the back of his head, dark brown eyes, and a rather calm temperament.

Clemens was listless, shook his head with a gloomy face, and said nothing.

His beautiful and bright eyes like lapis lazuli seemed dim at this time. Compared with the physical injuries, the frustration and humiliation he suffered in terms of personality and will hit him more seriously.

"Bloodline."

Clemens half sat in the void dejectedly, looked at his hands, and murmured in a low voice: "Is it really so important to a wizard?"

Clemens is a true genius and has always been proud of himself. Since he joined the French Circle, he has stood out step by step and finally reached the top position among the younger generation of the Seventh Circle.

He had also heard rumors about bloodline, but never took it to heart. It was not until he lost to Ronan in a fair fight with a large level advantage that he felt for the first time what a natural bloodline was. Advantages.

This was the second time, and the feeling was stronger than the last time. It was like a branding iron, burning deeply into his body.

Derby knew what Clemens had gone through in the secret realm, so he deliberately avoided the topic and asked another question: "How does it compare with Damien's bloodline?"

Clemens slowly stood up, the light in his eyes flashing.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly.

"Damien's blood...is not as good as his."

Chapter 2 has been rewritten and will be a little later.