Wizard Bloodline

Two months later, it was late autumn again.

The dense primeval jungle began to be dyed with colorful colors, and the trees were dressed in golden clothes. The tall pines and oaks cast mottled shadows in the warm sunlight. The woodland was covered with colorful fallen leaves, which rustled when stepped on, and there was a faint smell of soil and rotten leaves.

Deep in the forest, there was a deep stream surrounded by streams.

The sun shone through the treetops, illuminating the moss-covered stones and wet tree roots. The slowly flowing stream was like a piece of glittering mirror. A young man in a robe sat quietly by the stream, his eyes closed, his body seemed to blend with the quiet and peaceful atmosphere around him, and there was a spirit of agility and vigorous life force in silence.

When a green-yellow leaf floated down and gently landed on the water, rippling, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

Instantly, an invisible wind arose, blowing the hem of the robe scattered on the ground, and an indescribable sense of clarity emanated from the boy's body, and the air around him became more transparent, as if washed by water.

"Huff--exhale--"

Ronan took a gentle breath, and the sound of his breathing was as steady and full of a special rhythm as the wind blowing through the forest waves. The surrounding trees seemed to rustle with the sound, and more fallen leaves fell.

"It's autumn again"

Ronan looked at the golden leaves floating on the stream in front of him, and felt a little bit of emotion in his heart.

I remember that last autumn, he was still in the tree house area outside Hoddam, working hard to prepare for the upcoming invasion of the black witch land. In a blink of an eye, he was almost eighteen years old.

If it were in the secular world, this would be the age to inherit the family title.

"Should I find time to go home and take a look?"

A thought rolled through Ronan's mind.

Soon, the slight sadness caused by the season was quickly soothed, and Ronan opened the character panel and checked it quietly.

[Name: Ronan Damien]

[Age: 17]

[Talents: No attribute affinity, Immaculate Body (active), Lake of No Thought (active)]

[Strength: Level 2 Formal Wizard (35%)]

[Skills: Basic Meditation - Clear Realm (Master 612/1600)

Energy Missile - Particle Torrent (Master 523/1600)

Charge Weapon - Breaking Power (Master 302/1600)

Ice Ball - Desperate Freeze (Master 503/1600)

Frost Ray - Ice Veins (Master 500/1600)

Ice Blade - Frozen Soldiers (Master 501/1600)

Ascetic Body Forging - Ancient Power (Master 526/1600)

Small Blizzard (Master 102/400)

Ice Rain Armor (Master 23/4 00)

Voice of Cold (Mastery 65/400)

Frost Spear (Expert.】

After two months of almost sleepless hard training, Ronan put almost all his energy into practicing ice spells.

In addition to mastering all three second-level ice spells he learned, [Desperate Freeze], [Ice Veins], and [Frozen Soldiers], three skills that have derived extraordinary domains, have also entered a realm of domain resonance!

Not only because of the fusion of the blood of the ancient frost hydra, but also because of the promotion to the second-level wizard, especially after entering the middle stage of the second level, the soul power has increased. Ronan clearly feels that he is walking much more smoothly in the field of master-level proficiency.

Looking back to the first level, especially before taking "Merphytira's Kiss", he was in the master level realm. It was really difficult.

"According to the ancient wizard book, in ancient times, or even more ancient times, in the ancient times, the world continent had not collapsed, the free energy particles between heaven and earth were extremely abundant, everyone was like a dragon, and the spells they cast had their own domain effect."

Ronan's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, "Now wizards have comprehended the extraordinary domain, the so-called first, second, and third domain resonances are just the starting point of reaching the ancient wizards.

If you want to really be on par with the genius of the ancient wizards, you have to look at the realm after the extraordinary"

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a level above "Master-level proficiency".

With the character panel, Ronan still believes that he will be able to reach that realm one day, it's just a matter of time.

The power of the ice domain anchored by the resonance of the three domains is naturally "reborn" "Bone", but what really shocked Ronan, the spellcaster, was the effect of the fusion of these three domains of resonance. That power

"Inherit the ancient times!"

Ronan stretched out a hand towards the sunlight above his head, and slowly clenched his five fingers. There was an indescribable terrible aura flowing out between his fingers, as if freezing the autumn light in his palm.

"Hu——"

After dispersing the aura, Ronan exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up from the bluestone.

Stepping on the empty air, he climbed up to the sky step by step, his robe fluttering, and flew rapidly in one direction.

In the consciousness space, the second spiritual power crystal has been generated, and its size is only about one-tenth of the first one.

In the crystal, the transformed [Double Mirror Light] rune is like a pattern sealed in a crystal stone, full of complex and mysterious aura.

The silver staff still had some space energy seeds left for Ronan. After the [Tundra Frozen Soil] and [Double Mirror Light] talismans were all solidified, it began to "nurture" the last [Silverization] talisman.

The [Silverization] talisman, nourished by the endless space energy, gradually began to undergo some indescribable wonderful changes.

However, due to the different attributes, this process of fusion and transformation is extremely slow. So far, Ronan has not felt any difference, and he does not know what will happen after the [Silverization] talisman is completely integrated with the spatial attributes. changes.

In the past two months, Ronan had put all his efforts into the upcoming competition between wizards and geniuses from the six major forces.

He has made all the improvements he can do in a short period of time. As for how far he can go in the competition, he needs to see the strength of the opponent he encounters.

Entering the miniature secret space, Ronan saw Benigo standing in front of the Holy Blood Tree, "interacting" with it.

Walking over, he saw a fist-sized blood spore falling from a branch of the Holy Blood Tree, and was caught firmly by Benigo, who had been waiting for a long time.

Recently, Benigo began to try to use the Holy Blood Tree to conduct some small-scale blood purification experiments. In addition to further paving the way for his plan to resurrect his beloved wife, it can also be regarded as accumulating experience for Ronan's next blood purification.

"What kind of monster's blood?"

Ronan was a little surprised when he saw Benigo remove the blood spores, use a knife to gently cut a small cross on the blood spores, and then directly try to inject it into his body.

"My own."

Benigo closed his eyes and felt the entire process of blood injection. He would stop from time to time and quickly jot down some information on the notes at hand.

"How does it feel?"

After the entire blood spore injection was completed, Ronan couldn't help but ask Benigo.

"I made a detailed analysis of my bloodline, and then decided a direction with the Holy Blood Tree in advance before purifying it. From the current point of view."

Benigo felt it for a while and replied: "The effect is not bad. The purified blood is more active than my original blood, and the symptoms of my soul's decline seem to have stopped a little."

"What direction have you chosen?"

"Grey Elf."

"You actually have elf blood in your body?"

Ronan blinked. He still remembered that Kirsty said that he also had extremely thin moonlight elf blood flowing in his body.

Benigo is a gray elf. Is this some kind of wonderful fate?

Benigo glanced at him, shook his head, and said: "Is this weird? Don't you know that a long time ago, the elves have been the most popular mating partners for humans. People like us who have no wizard background, It’s very common to have a little bit of elven blood in your body.”

Ronan pursed his lips and said no more.

After recording all the experimental data, Benigo saw Ronan looking idle and asked casually: "Counting the time, the genius competition you mentioned before should start soon, right? If you don't practice hard, you still have Come and hang out at my place."

"It's about to start, I just came to say hello to you."

Ronan said, he took out a flashing communication stone from the space ring, opened it and read it for a while, then said: "The ship to pick me up has arrived. Well, I'll leave first, old class."

When Benigo heard Ronan's strange name for him, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his pipe as a farewell.

Ronan said goodbye to the Holy Blood Tree again, and then strode out of the miniature secret space. After leaving the valley, he flew dozens of miles to the west and stopped.

After waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, a silver-white magic airship over seven meters long and four meters high appeared in his field of vision.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and took the initiative to greet the airship.

Before it even approached, two figures walked out of the airship - the tall and thin young man on the left, who looked ordinary, but had a pair of rare sharp eyes like lapis lazuli. The man on the right was equally young, handsome in appearance and temperament. More mature.

It was Clemens and Derby who had gone to explore the second battlefield of the Garden of Mirrors with Ronan.

This talent competition jointly held by the six major forces allows members of each party above a certain level to watch the battle, and the number is about fifty.

On the Ring of France, there was no requirement for everyone to set out together. Clemens and Derby were eligible to go to watch the game, so Ronan simply went with them.

"Damien!"

The three met, and the two briefly said hello to Ronan and boarded the airship. Clemens said: "It will take about one day for us to go to the Goblin Plains. The competition will be held in three days, so there is still plenty of time. "

Ronan nodded, and the three of them sat down to rest in the airship, chatting about the major and minor events that had occurred during the two months of Ronan's hard training.

Clemens knew that Ronan would participate in the competition on behalf of the Circle of Magic, and specially collected some information for him. Most of it was from within the Circle of Magic, and very few from the other five major forces.

"Except for the top few among them, the rest of the candidates who may participate in the competition cannot be determined. We can only collect these."

Clemens turned to the page belonging to Crystal Lake in the information, pointed to a name called "Ignatius" on it, and said to Ronan with a slightly serious expression: "This man is the contemporary wizard of Crystal Lake. First, you defeated Igor in the second battlefield before, and he is his biological brother.

Although it is rumored that the relationship between the two has never been good, they are the heirs of the same family after all, so if they meet in a competition, you have to be careful."

Ronan nodded, his mind flashing to Igor's face with his bloodline awakening.

He slowly flipped through the information, and when he saw the page "Black Nightmare Swamp", his eyes gleamed slightly and he stopped still.

"Do you know this person?"

Ronan stretched out his finger, tapped the name "Angele Leo" on the parchment page, and asked Clemens.

This was the first time he learned Angele's full name. There was very little information behind his name, only a few brief words such as "Early Level Three".

Level three

He remembered that the last time he met Angele, he was in the late second level. Did he get promoted so quickly?

"This man is very mysterious. He is a genius who has risen rapidly in Black Nightmare Swamp in recent years. He does not take many shots, but his results every time are brilliant."

Clemens pondered: "The most amazing one was when he was at the second level, when he defeated a long-established third-level wizard genius in Black Nightmare Swamp head-on."

"Damien, do you know him?"

Debi saw Ronan's strange attitude towards Angele and couldn't help but ask.

Ronan shook his head and didn't explain any more.

After simply reading through the entire document, Clemens and the two talked about the exploration of the Garden of Mirrors.

About a month ago, the exploration of the third battlefield also came to an end. Lanni and others from the seventh magic circle returned. Many people were seriously injured, and some even died.

The wizard who unfortunately died was Travis, who had had a problem with Ronan.

It is said that the exploration team accidentally triggered a certain restriction on the third battlefield, releasing a large number of space and mirror spell puppets left over from ancient times. Their combat effectiveness was very terrifying, and all forces suffered heavy casualties.

The third battlefield is the magic plant and magic medicine garden of the ancient Garden of Mirrors wizards. It is actually normal to have a guard force. This result is expected by all parties, and the harvest of the third battlefield is indeed quite rich.

Just comparing it like this, the first and second battlefields actually seem much safer. At least I haven't heard of anyone dying.

Ronan was slightly startled when he heard the news, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

The battle that defeated Travis seemed to have happened just yesterday. When he turned around, Travis died in the secret realm.

The path of a wizard is still difficult to follow after all, even for a second-level wizard or a third-level genius.

Tomorrow or the accident, no one knows which one will come first.

The silver-white airship shuttled smoothly between the clouds and mist, slowly descending, and soon a vast plain appeared in front of Ronan's eyes.

Nearby are some lumpy wheat fields, golden yellow, with traces of villages nearby.

It was the autumn harvest season, and Ronan even saw a young man chewing wheat straw on a field ridge, looking up at the sky, and stared blankly at their airship passing by.

Further ahead, there is a desolate no man's land.

Gradually, you can see the scene of wild beasts or monsters running and resting on the ground. The plain is not smooth, there are some high and raised mounds, and there are huge pits and ravines.

Ronan stood on the deck of the airship, letting the strong wind make his robes rustle, and looked down at the bottom with a calm expression.

"There were really goblins in the Goblin Plains..."

Clemens came up from the side, holding his hands on the metal fence, and spoke to him.