Wizard Bloodline

“..It is said that this area used to be a gathering place for goblins. More than a hundred years ago, some people encountered goblins on this plain.”

“There have always been rumors that goblin treasures are buried under the Goblin Plain.

Do you see those grassy holes and gullies? They were all dug out by humans using magic.”

Ronan listened to Clemens’s story and asked casually, “Has anyone found the treasure?”

“Of course not.”

Clemens shook his head, “Otherwise this plain would have been turned upside down long ago, and there would be more than just these few potholes.”

Ronan had seen relevant introductions to the “goblins” mentioned by Clemens in an ancient wizard book.

Goblins are a very magical species. They are short and ugly. Most goblins appear weak, dull, and vulgar. They have almost all the shortcomings of humans, which is no different from Warcraft, and they are the kind with relatively inferior blood among Warcraft.

However, some “pure blood” are always born in this race.

These "pure-blood" goblins are simply two extremes from ordinary goblins. They are smart, flexible, eloquent, and naturally gifted with extremely high magic talents, even including the most difficult to comprehend space and time spells.

But these "pure-blood" also have the same shortcomings as ordinary goblins, greedy and despicable personalities, evil, cunning, and good at fraud.

They have a fanatical possessiveness of all treasures in the world that normal people cannot understand, and the spells they learn are often used to steal, plunder, and rob.

So on this continent, there will always be legends of "goblin treasures".

Almost everyone knows that behind a "pure-blood" goblin often represents an unimaginable huge treasure, but there are very few people who can find and obtain the treasure.

Just like the Mirror Court that left, many magical and ancient species have collapsed on the continent, and the ability particles have left their original places after sinking. Perhaps they have gone to the lower continent, or perhaps they have been submerged in the long river of time. No one knows.

Ronan and Clemens leaned on the bow, chatting casually.

Most of the time, Clemens talked and Ronan listened.

Ronan deeply suspected that Clemens had received the "instructions" from the ring master Costi. The main purpose of accompanying him to the Goblin Plains was to give him "pre-war psychological counseling" to relieve his nervousness and anxiety.

"Where's Derby?"

After chatting for a while, Ronan casually asked about the situation of the wizard Derby. Clemens shook his head, indicating that the other party might be meditating.

Okay.

After several contacts, Ronan also found that the magic ring geniuses such as Clemens and Derby were actually quite competitive in private.

Don't look at Clemens standing here and chatting leisurely with Ronan now. In fact, he usually "takes advantage of every opportunity" and will seize every spare time to meditate and improve himself.

Before this, the three of them stayed in the airship for almost half a day without communicating a word, and they were all busy with their own things.

In fact, sometimes, the "genius" who is so glorious and dazzling in the eyes of outsiders, just because they stand higher than ordinary people and have seen people with stronger talents and more outstanding people than themselves, they often work harder than ordinary people.

Just thinking about it, Ronan suddenly heard Clemens's low voice.

"Damien?!"

Ronan was startled, and looked up to find that Clemens was squinting in a certain direction.

He looked in the direction of Clemens's gaze and saw a small piece of fiery red maple forest far away in the plain below. There seemed to be some unusual black existence in the forest.

His eyesight was much better than that of ordinary wizards, and he could vaguely see that it seemed to be a strangely shaped pattern.

Clemens said:

"Go and have a look?"

Ronan did not refuse.

Clemens left a message to Derby who was meditating through the communication stone, and then controlled the airship to fly towards the maple forest in the distance.

The airship quickly descended and soon approached the location of the maple forest.

As they got closer, they saw clearly that the black thing that fell in the maple forest was some unknown rotten meat mixed with mucus, which seemed to have been processed by human magic.

These black rotten meat mucus formed a three-ring pattern on the ground that overlapped up and down.

The upper three rings were intact, while the lower three rings were broken and scattered.

The whole pattern was gradually seeping into the ground at a slow speed, and there were very faint energy fluctuations. Standing on the magic airship and overlooking the whole strange pattern, against the background of the fiery red maple leaves, Ronan felt a bit eerie and strange in his heart for no reason.

Ronan turned his head, and Clemens happened to turn his face. The two looked at each other silently, and both saw a faint doubt and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Clemens gave Ronan a look, then stopped the airship, and then slowly approached the maple forest.

At this moment, a low voice sounded behind the two.

"Don't go over there."

Ronan turned around and saw that Derby, who had been meditating before, had walked out of the airship at some point and was walking towards him quickly.

"This seems to be the symbol of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society..."

Derby called Clemens, his face looked a little solemn and nervous, and he was looking around for something.

"Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?"

Ronan frowned.

"Is it the notorious world-destroying organization?"

Clemens seemed to associate something with Derby's words and spoke quickly.

"Yes."

Debi nodded, "The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society is also called the Ancient Witch Salvation Society. Of course, outsiders call them the World Destruction Society.

"

Ronan was slightly startled, but after listening to Debi's explanation, he finally understood what the so-called Ancient Witch Resurrection Society was.

This is a terrorist organization in the wizarding world, and every member in it is a hundred times more evil than the average black-robed wizard.

They are paranoid and crazy, and they always believe that the current collapse of the continent is caused by the world being too dirty.

They are extremely eager to return to the era when prosperity and wizard civilization were extremely brilliant. For this reason, they will do everything possible to clean and destroy the entire world, attract their so-called "gods" to come, rebuild a new continent, and formulate a new plan. order.

"I saw an introduction to the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society in an ancient book. This pattern is somewhat similar to their organization's logo."

Debi stared closely at the strange patterns in the maple forest below that were about to disappear completely, and whispered: "Of course, I am not completely sure. Information about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has always been taboo, and I know very little about it."

The three people stood on the airship and began to fall into thinking and silence.

Ronan's eyes kept flashing, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the "World Stone Coordinates" on the back of his right hand.

He remembered that Kirsty once told him that the connection behind his coordinates was most likely a world full of disasters.

Let him not be exposed, lest he be targeted by some crazy careerists.

"A broken World Stone has just appeared in the Court of Ancient Mirrors, and traces of a suspected world-destroying organization have appeared at the genius competition jointly organized by the six wizarding forces."

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, at this time, there was a huge rolling sound of thunder in the sky above our heads.

Ronan and the others subconsciously looked up to the sky, and saw an extremely bright ball lightning composed of countless bright purple lightnings flying across the sky at high speed.

Within the ball lightning, a slender and tall figure could be vaguely seen.

As the lightning passed over their heads, the figure glanced at them.

In an instant, a large amount of blazing thunder seemed to flash before Ronan's eyes. The two mental power crystals in his mind shook slightly, and Ronan narrowed his eyes.

Third level wizard.

And it should be a powerful wizard above mid-level three.

"It's Jupiter."

Clemens's deep and slightly difficult voice sounded in his ears.

Ronan's eyes flashed slightly.

Coincidentally, he knew the name.

On the genius document that Clemens gave him a day ago, the first name on the first page was - Jupiter Bakar.

"The number one genius of the Thunder Parliament, the youngest deputy speaker in the history of the Thunder Parliament, and among the six major forces, so far, the only wizard known to have entered the middle stage of the third level.

He is also the person who once defeated Orion head-on."

What Clemens read out was what was in the information.

But when his mouth read it word by word, it was inexplicably shocking.

No matter which one of these titles is taken out, it is enough to make a wizard famous. Now that they are all concentrated on one person, this person is naturally unparalleled in his brilliance.

"Since Jupiter became famous, he has been like a mountain, weighing down everyone underneath.

It is said that Orion has always regarded him as his biggest rival."

Clemens spoke slowly, then turned to look at Ronan.

Ronan looked calm and said nothing.

"Let's go."

Debi suggested in a low tone, and the three of them silently boarded the airship and continued moving in the original direction.

The appearance of Jupiter suddenly diluted their previous speculations and worries about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society. Indeed, compared with a powerful opponent clearly in front of them, the confusion caused by just a specious pattern seemed too much. Too insignificant.

Soon, the airship the three of them were riding on disappeared into the sky.

What Ronan and the other three didn't know was that after they left, in the fiery red maple forest, several figures hidden in large black robes quietly "grew" out of the soil bit by bit.

Under the black robe, the leader made a sharp and strange, yet aggressive voice.

“This is the only and last time.

Next time if you make such a decision without permission."

The leader in black robe slowly looked at the person beside him and said coldly: "You should know what the result will be.

Laura. "

The latter was silent.

After a moment, she suddenly pulled off the black hood on her head, revealing a twisted and ferocious woman's face covered with strange black lines, and a head of hair that looked like green seaweed.

The woman looked up at the direction where Ronan and the others were leaving. Her green eyes were filled with unforgettable madness and resentment. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "It's just a little bit different."

Damn those guys from the Thunder Council, it’s really not the right time to pass by.”

The woman kept cursing, and soon, several figures in black robes, the strange patterns on the ground, and the entire flaming red maple forest all disappeared without a trace.

"If I completely transform into a giant demon, coupled with the stimulation of the ancient frost hydra bloodline, plus the power of the [Ancient Power] rune

Can I fight Jupiter? "

On the road that followed, Ronan kept calculating this result secretly in his mind.

The answer is not clear.

No one knows the result without a real fight.

After all, the gap between him and the opponent in terms of hard power is too big, the middle stage of level 2 vs. the middle stage of level 3. A whole level gap, too many unknown variables in between, impossible to predict.

If others knew what Ronan was thinking, they might think he was crazy.

Unknowingly, the three finally arrived at the venue of the competition.

In fact, it was very fast after entering the Goblin Plain, but the three were slightly delayed on the way.

The venue of this competition is located in the center of the entire Goblin Plain. When the three arrived, many wizards from the six major wizard forces had already arrived.

Seven "suns" hung in the sky above the entire venue.

One of them was the real sun in the sky, but the light was also the dimmest.

The remaining six were level 4 dawn wizards from the six major wizard forces.

Each "sun" emits light and breath of different attributes. Ronan has experienced it early on. The spiritual power of a fourth-level wizard has undergone further transformation, which breeds attribute spirits, and the spiritual power fluctuations released are also completely elemental.

Under the six suns of different colors, some wizards are setting up the venue for the competition. They are simply using earth, fire and plant spells to build huge and solid competition arenas.

"I will report the matter of the Resurrection Society to the ring master."

The three got off the airship, and Clemens immediately left a sentence and hurried away.

Ronan easily found the figure of Jupiter of the Thunder Council who had seen him on the road before.

It was easy to recognize.

Jupiter seemed to have countless layers of auras. Apart from the six dawn-level wizards in the sky, he was the most "dazzling" in the field.

Jupiter sat on a huge silver-white high chair, looking very young.

He has a handsome face, distinct features, and fair skin that shone slightly in the sun, as if it was shining with the surrounding electric light.

His hair was a little messy, full of a strange sense of movement, and the dark blue hair was mixed with silver luster, as if it was flowing all the time.

His robe was the color of the midnight sky, and it was unknown what the material was. The robe was embroidered with complex electric current patterns, and it would flash a faint glow from time to time.

Jupiter sat in a position that just overlooked the entire venue, with his hands gently resting on the armrests on both sides of the silver chair. The whole person looked calm and natural. He had an innate noble and majestic temperament. No one dared to look at him for a long time. There was always a dazzling light like thunder in his eyes, which always gave people shock and uneasiness.

Jupiter was "examining" everyone in the field.

Just like a king, always examining his subjects.

This feeling of being looked down upon made Ronan very uncomfortable.

"Strong is strong"

Ronan avoided Jupiter's eyes and thought silently in his heart: "But it's really a bit too pretentious."

He casually looked around the venue, wondering if he could find Angele's shadow.

Unexpectedly, before he found Angele, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure somewhere in the center of the venue that he had never expected.