Wizard Bloodline

In the black hall, various runes and streamers are like countless stars dotted on the dark blue dome, presenting a sense of vastness.

Under the dome, seven figures are sitting on huge metal chairs engraved with different rune marks. This is a meeting of the seven ring masters of the Silver Ring.

"The resurrection of the ancient witch will cause chaos this time, and the Black Nightmare Swamp and Molten Crystal Lake will be seriously damaged. The Thorn Palace may be completely eliminated in the south.

Our Silver Ring has not been in the south for a long time, and the foundation is still shallow. Now it seems that it has become a good thing."

A handsome middle-aged man with a brass pocket watch inlaid in his right eye socket that keeps ticking said with a sigh.

"I heard about the name of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society when I was in the Central Region. It is said that this organization once led the destruction of a certain wizard empire in the Central Region. That war affected several wizard empires, with dozens of large wizard organizations participating, and even sixth-level wizards perished in it.

I read about this war in an ancient book, and once just regarded it as an ancient anecdote. I didn't expect that one day I would actually have an intersection with this evil organization."

Among the seven people, the man at the top, wearing a gorgeous golden robe, shrouded in a faint crystal glow, and whose face could not be seen, spoke softly: "How is the investigation of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society within the Law Circle going?"

"One round of investigation has ended, and all members have signed soul contracts again. Except for those whose identities have been confirmed, those who defected from the Law Circle, and the 156 formal members who have disappeared for unknown reasons, no other suspicious people have been found for the time being."

Someone responded, and the responder had a deep tone and a heroic appearance. It was the third Law Circle Lord Caroni.

The man in the golden robe said calmly: "Issue a task to all members of the Circle of Law to hunt down the defectors.

The investigation of the other five major forces is also in progress. The list of defectors should be sent over soon, and then they will be included in the list of the hunted down."

Caroni and others nodded.

At this time, a ring master could not help but speak: "The Ancient Witch Resurrection Association has revived, and it also involves the lost world stone. Is it really not necessary to notify the headquarters about this matter?"

"It only involves several medium-sized wizard forces. Even if several level 4 wizards report to the headquarters, it will not attract much attention.

As for the lost world stone, it is broken. If you want to repair it, even if you use all the resources of a large force, it will take at least a hundred years."

The man in the golden robe said, and suddenly paused, and then cast his crystal-like warm eyes on a figure in the corner of the seven people, and his eyes became more gentle.

"Korsti."

He called the other person's name softly.

With long hair like a waterfall and beautiful appearance, Costi slowly raised her head, and the dim hall seemed to become brighter in an instant because of her appearance.

"Has the member under your command who holds the coordinates not been found yet?"

Costi shook her head and said nothing.

"Maybe he has been instigated by the Resurrection Society, or he may have been captured."

Someone said in a deep voice, "This is a seed full of anxiety. At the beginning, I suggested that the coordinates be destroyed directly. Let's add this person's name to the list of key targets first."

Costi looked at the person who spoke and frowned slightly.

The expressions of Caroni and Aqido, who were sitting in the hall, also changed.

The man in the golden robe pondered for a while and was about to speak, but suddenly, Costi's voice sounded in the hall first.

"No need."

Everyone looked up at Costi.

I saw that Kosti, who had been expressionless before, now had a few strange lights on her beautiful face. She was looking at a message stone in her hand and whispered: "He has come back by himself."

The huge white albatross broke through the layers of clouds, flapped its wings, and gently landed on the top of the silver-white tower.

Kosti walked down from the albatross's back and waved her hand casually. The huge albatross "banged" and dispersed, turning into countless bright light spots scattered in the air.

Kosti gently waved the staff in her hand, and a faint energy wave came out. The metal dome on the top of the silver-white tower melted like water, presenting a square entrance.

Following the entrance, Kosti landed in a huge room piled with countless books, and Bolby with colorful feathers flapped his wings and flew towards her.

Kosti pushed Bolby away casually and walked out of the room step by step.

Soon, she stopped near the exit of the spiral staircase, and her eyes fell on a slender back standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling crystal window not far away.

"Ronan."

Kersty's eyes moved, and she called out a name.

The figure with his back to her turned slowly after hearing it.

Under the wide and gorgeous silver-gray robe, a handsome and almost enchanting boy's face was revealed.

The boy seemed a little weak, his face was extremely pale, and the usual high spirits and heroic spirit between his eyebrows were gone, replaced by a deep sense of fatigue that was almost indissoluble.

"Ring Master..."

The boy smiled and nodded to Costi.

Kersty said softly in a complex tone that was not sure whether it was relief or worry: "You are finally back."

"@#￥%!/./..."

Ronan gently recited a complex spell, and after the spell ended, he raised his hand and drew a complex and mysterious pattern in the air with his fingertips.

The pattern solidified in the void, and quickly turned red as if burned by fire, and then disappeared.

After Ronan did all this, the last bit of worry in Costi's beautiful blue-purple pupils disappeared. She seemed to be completely relaxed and exhaled gently, and then took the initiative to explain to Ronan: "It's not that I don't trust you... After the ancient witch resurrection meeting, everyone needs to re-sign the contract, including me."

"Understood."

Ronan nodded, and then habitually reached out to rub his eyebrows. It seemed that just such a simple contract signing process consumed most of his energy.

Costi noticed Ronan's abnormality and reached out to touch Ronan's forehead.

Ronan did not resist, and let Costi's hand gently press on his forehead. A slight fragrance bloomed from Costi's fingertips along with the light of spiritual power.

After a moment, Costi withdrew her hand, and her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"Ronan, your situation is very bad.

What have you experienced in this month?"

Ronan did not speak, but was silent.

Kosti looked at him with a complicated look, sighed, shook her head and chose to let go of the topic.

"Forget it, you have your own secrets, I have no right to ask."

"Can you tell me what happened in the past month?"

Ronan was silent, looked at Kosti and asked.

Kosti nodded, and then told Ronan about the follow-up of the battle in the Goblin Plains.

Kosti spoke quickly and in detail, and it took a long time to finish all the points that Ronan might be interested in.

"..During the years that Derby was in the Seventh Ring, I have personally taught him more than once, but I didn't know that he had secretly joined the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society."

Kosti's story ended with Derby, the wizard who "betrayed" the Ring.

Ronan saw a look of shame and self-blame in Kosti's eyes. Kosti, this woman, was born with a kind of "maternal nature". Although she was much older than Ronan, her heart was as pure as a girl who was not familiar with the world, and she even blamed herself for part of Derby's betrayal.

Ronan didn't know how to comment, and was still thinking about what Costi had just said.

Compared with the other five major wizard forces, the Silver Circle was probably the least affected by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society. At least there was no "inside ghost" among the seven ring master-level high-level people. Look at the Molten Crystal Lake and the Thorn Palace next door, even the Dawn-level wizards have rebelled.

However, the members of the Circle below the high-level were infiltrated quite seriously. There were hundreds of Circle wizards suspected of being members of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, including Nono Perrin, who had crossed paths with Ronan. This guy left the Circle the day after the Goblin Plains Competition began and has not returned yet. He has been included in the list of six "hunted down" rebels.

Costi bluntly said in the story that if he had not returned in time, he would probably be labeled a "Circle Traitor".

Even because he had the world stone coordinates that the Resurrection Society valued, even though he had re-signed the soul contract and proved his "loyalty", the suspicion on him was still not completely cleared.

Ronan thought about telling Costi about the "secret leader of the Resurrection Society" who died in his hands, a powerful figure at the peak of level three, "to prove his innocence."

But then he thought better of it.

People who believe in him, such as Costi, will choose to believe him no matter what he does. On the contrary, people who doubt him will still remain suspicious of him no matter how he proves himself.

If he were a high-level member of the Circle of Law, it would be normal for him to doubt an ordinary member who had returned from a month of missing without reason, holding the coordinates, in a situation where even the leader of a faction, the Dawn Wizard, could be a "ghost in the Resurrection Society."

On the contrary, Costi's "emotional" approach seemed quite "naive."

". The decision made by several ring masters after joint discussion is to extract the coordinates in your hand and destroy them."

Costi asked Ronan in a negotiating tone, and Ronan had no resistance to this.

"Okay."

He nodded and agreed after a brief consideration.

Kosti exhaled lightly and said to him, "The process of extracting the coordinates may be a little painful, try to be patient."

After that, Kosti took out a bottle of unknown black potion from the space ring he carried with him, asked Ronan to stretch out his hand, and then evenly applied the black potion on the back of his hand.

Ronan stared at the layer of black liquid on the back of his hand, which felt very slippery, like a pool of melting asphalt.

Looking carefully, he found that the black liquid was actually composed of countless extremely tiny insects, which desperately drilled into Ronan's flesh after touching his skin.

With the infiltration of all the black liquid, Ronan soon felt a burning pain like a red-hot iron on the back of his hand. This pain seemed to reach his soul and made him frown slightly.

The burning pain continued to increase, followed by a mark like an arrow slowly appearing on the back of Ronan's hand.

Kosti, who was standing by, chanted a low spell, and the black liquid that had previously seeped into her flesh seeped out again, flowing toward the empty crystal bottle that Kosti had prepared long ago, like a living thing.

Along with the black liquid flowed the arrow mark on the back of Ronan's hand, which was the so-called extraction process.

"It's done."

When the last drop of black liquid flowed into the crystal bottle, Kosti sealed the bottle tightly.

Ronan, however, stared at the back of his smooth right hand thoughtfully.

He could feel that although the coordinate mark seemed to have been removed, there was still a thin layer of it in his body, as if it had not been completely removed?

"This coordinate will be destroyed in the presence of all the Dawn wizards of the six major forces in a while."

Korsty gently shook the crystal bottle in her hand and said to Ronan: "After the news spreads, it should be able to divert most of the attention of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society on you.

However, this time the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society also lost two Dawn wizards, and it is estimated that they will not have the strength to jump out again in a short time."

Ronan nodded and stood side by side with Costi in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling crystal window. Bobby, in the form of a colorful conch parrot, flapped his wings and flew over, gently landing on Ronan's shoulder.

After extracting the coordinates, Costi was obviously much more relaxed. Neither of them spoke, but just looked at the clouds and towers in the distance.

Time passed quietly like water.

At a certain moment, Ronan suddenly retracted his gaze and turned to look at Costi's perfect profile.

"Lord Costi, do you know about the Southern Wizard Genius Gathering and the Chief Wizard of Heramus?"

Costi's eyes flickered slightly, but before she could speak, Bolby on Ronan's shoulder had already opened his mouth and chanted loudly.

"Heramus... Heramus

A natural ruler of the law.

A hundred sunsets cannot tell the story of his legend."

Bolby flew up from Ronan's shoulder, hovering in the air while singing, and even imitated the sound of the harp with his tongue, like a real bard.

"You are too noisy, Bolby..."

Costi scolded softly, and Bolby shut up obediently.

Costi looked at Ronan with a slightly strange look and asked, "Who mentioned this to you?"

"An opponent."

Ronan thought about it and chose to use the word "opponent" to describe Angele.

Angele has the powerful strength to seriously injure Jupiter, but he did not attack him several times.

Ronan felt that he might not really be called his "enemy".

Although he joined the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, Ronan would not find it strange to stand on the opposite side of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society next time, judging from his two "defections".

Angel seemed to value nothing and regarded many things as just a "game". He was like smoke, gathering and dispersing invisibly and unpredictable.

"Heramus..."

Costi whispered the name quietly, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Do you remember the tickets and seats I mentioned to you before?"

Ronan nodded, "Is that what you mean?"

"Yeah."

Costi squinted his eyes and looked at the dim sunset in the distance, and slowly said: "You should know the difference between the upper ring, the middle ring and the lower ring continent.

We are now in the southernmost region of the upper ring continent.

And Heramus is recognized by all wizards as the most powerful and talented legendary wizard in the history of the upper ring continent.

No one else."

"Even Spiert can't compare to him?"

Ronan was surprised and couldn't help asking.

Kosti shook her head, but what she said was, "Sibirt is different from Heramus.

The legendary wizard Spiirt's footprints are all over the upper, middle and lower rings. There is no information to prove which ring of the continent Spiirt was born in.

Heramus' life can be traced.

It is said that he was born in a small noble family in a secular kingdom in the middle of the upper ring continent. During a kingdom turmoil, he was forced to migrate with his family. On the way, he relied on his knight's strength to kill a formal wizard and got a ticket to enter the door of the wizard world."

"Kill a formal wizard with the skills of a knight?"

Ronan was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

If he said that killing a wizard apprentice as a knight, he could understand it, but a formal wizard who really reached the first level has completely transcended the mundane world. Just move your little finger and you can easily crush those knights who stand at the top of the mundane world.

How did he cross such a huge realm gap?

Could it be that this Heramus also practiced a supernatural body-building technique similar to [Austerity Body Building] in the mortal world?

"Yes."

Facing Ronan's shock, Costi said with a firm tone, "Heramus has already reached a level beyond the mortal world in the practice of the Way of the Knight.

And his true talent and talent were revealed after he became a wizard.

It took Heramus less than a hundred years to reach the end of dawn, and this record has not been broken so far."

"A sixth-level wizard in a hundred years"

Ronan couldn't help muttering.

With a soul age of less than a hundred years, he can become a second-level wizard. He can be called a genius in the top wizard forces in the south like the Silver Ring.

But compared with Heramus, what is he?

Mediocrity, garbage?

"..As Bolby just sang, Heramus is known as a natural-born ruler of laws.

He once commanded meteorites and destroyed a huge empire composed entirely of wizards by himself.

There are countless legends about him. He is a real strong man standing at the top of the Upper Ring Continent.

Later, he chased the twilight, entered the Middle Ring Continent, and fought against those ancient noble bloodlines. It is said that he also left many legends."

"What happened next?"

Ronan suppressed his inner shock and asked Costi.

But Costi just replied calmly: "Dead."

"Uh"

"Heramus died on a lower continent. The specific reason why he died is not clear."

Kirsty said: "But before his soul completely died, he came back once and left his legacy in every corner of the Upper Ring Continent.

——Heramus’s Wizards Seat!

There are thirty-two seats represented by each inheritance, which are opened every hundred years. Only genius wizards whose souls are under one hundred years old may be invited and obtain tickets to compete for seats.

If you can win the position of chief, you may get a more critical inheritance from Horams.

And once all the key inheritances are gathered together, it is said that you can inherit Heramus's extremely powerful law-controller bloodline! "

“This is an open treasure trove of serendipity.

The competition for the seat of the Horams Wizards has been going on in the Upper Ring Continent for nearly a thousand years, but no one has truly gathered the inheritance."

Kirsty turned to look at Ronan and said after a pause: "The competition for the Wizards seat in the South will officially begin in three years."

"call--"

Ronan let out a long breath, and a strange light bloomed in his eyes.

At this moment, the fatigue that had been lingering between his brows seemed to disappear.

"I see."

Ronan spoke softly.

Kirsty said in a low voice with slightly complicated eyes: "I mentioned this to you before, with the intention of motivating you.

But in fact, it is still difficult for you to compete for the Helms Wizards seat this time.

Before this, the invitation letter for the seat battle has never been given to any second-level wizard. To get the invitation, you must advance to the third level within the past three years.

And even if this is achieved, by then the top wizarding geniuses from the three major wizarding forces in the south and dozens of medium-sized wizarding forces will gather together, and the competition for tickets alone will be fierce enough."

"Three large wizarding forces?"

This was the first time Ronan heard this statement and he couldn't help but blinked.

"Um."

Kirsty explained: “

The wizarding world has a special set of standards for classifying wizard forces, which are divided into micro, small, medium, large and super large.

For example, our Silver Magic Ring can only be regarded as an ordinary medium-sized wizard force.

Among the six major wizarding forces, only the Thunder Council and the Scarlet Tower can be considered top-notch medium-sized forces, but they are not up to the standard of large-scale forces."

Kirsty tried to make Ronan feel the fierce competition in advance, and even gave Orion an example.

"Orian is considered the most outstanding genius of our Silver Ring generation, but if placed in a battle, his strength may only be considered average. The number of geniuses who are equally outstanding as him, or even more evil, will exceed your expectations. "

Ronan listened quietly, his blood gradually felt hot, and his heart couldn't stop beating faster.

Different magic fields, different magic schools, and different magic concepts are displayed on the most talented characters of the major forces, colliding with each other and competing.

Even putting aside the temptation of Heramus's inheritance, the event itself was full of great attraction for him.

"What a gorgeous scenery that will be?"

Ronan murmured softly, stretched out his hand in the direction in front of him, clenched his fingers gently, and narrowed his eyes, as if he saw something, as if he wanted to catch something.

"Ronan."

At this time, Kirsty suddenly spoke, pulling him back from his inexplicable fascination.

Ronan turned his head, his expression calm.

He saw that Kirsty had a communication stone in her hand. During the time the two were talking, she seemed to have been waiting for a certain response, and now it seemed that she had already waited.

"Several ring masters said."

Kirsty looked at him, considered her tone and spoke slowly: "In view of your outstanding performance in the Goblin Plains competition, as well as the dangers you have suffered due to the coordinates of the World Stone, and the risks you may take in the future, I will give you some rewards and compensate."

compensate?

Ronan's eyes moved slightly and he subconsciously said: "What kind of compensation?"