Wizard Bloodline

"What sound?!"

Ronan's expression tightened, his eyes changed for a while, and finally he walked step by step in the direction of the sound.

Curiosity is human nature, especially now that Ronan's physical fitness has increased and his self-confidence has exploded.

If you want to hold him down and prevent him from watching the fun, it's even harder than going to heaven.

"Take a look. Just take a look. If you see what the sound is, leave immediately!"

Ronan warned himself repeatedly in his mind that after all, he was still a little scared.

But that's how it is sometimes, the more scared you are, the more you want to understand the source of the terror.

Ronan tried not to make a sound.

The deerskin boots stepped on the soft and moist mud, occasionally making a slight sound of broken branches.

Pushing aside a dark green bush, a scene came into Ronan's eyes.

He saw a messy open space, full of broken and fallen trees, blasted turf, and potholes and sunken ground.

A man fell straight on a piece of burnt black and cracked stone. His body was surrounded by dark red and thick spurts of blood. His entire chest was completely opened, and streams of green smoke came out of it. He was obviously too dead to die. .

About ten meters away from the corpse, a pale man with a red mole on his left nose was holding on to a tree and breathing heavily.

The strong smell of blood and burnt smell, mixed with the smell of fermented and rotten leaves under his feet, kept getting into Ronan's nasal cavity, stimulating his blood that had calmed down and began to flow slowly again.

The traces of energy particles remaining in the air and the costumes of the two people in the field indicated that a fierce wizard battle had just occurred here.

The specific reason is unknown, but judging from the current situation, it is obviously over.

"I'm afraid these two are intermediate or even advanced wizard apprentices."

Ronan's heart was beating fast. While thinking about it, he was about to retreat slowly along the original path.

He had no idea of ​​picking up the slack.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing should not even be seen as lively.

But Ronan didn't feel any regrets. He had seen this kind of thing twice, and his performance this time was much better than last time.

For a moment, Ronan felt that it would be nice to encounter this kind of thing once in a while. At least it would allow him to see the cruelty of the wizarding world and suppress his growing self-confidence.

Just as he took a few steps back, a new change suddenly occurred on the field.

Ronan paused and looked curiously towards the field.

He saw that the surviving wizard seemed to have regained his composure now, his lips were moving, and there were obvious fluctuations of energy particles around his body, and he was obviously casting a spell.

"After killing someone, are you going to destroy the body and eliminate all traces?"

Ronan was thinking randomly in his mind.

As a result, the next moment, a cold and sinister gaze suddenly locked onto him.

"go!"

The wizard chanting the curse spoke a short and rapid tone, raised his hand, and a huge burning fireball was born out of thin air, carrying layers of heat waves and heading straight towards Ronan's direction.

"Grass!"

Ronan, who was locked away by the strong murderous intention, felt the hairs on his body stand up instantly, and a chill came directly to his heart. Only then did he realize that he had been exposed.

I didn't care about cursing my mother, and turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"Boom!"

A blazing fireball exploded behind him, and the fire wave that erupted instantly ignited the surrounding bushes and grass.

Ronan rolled on the ground, narrowly escaping the terrifyingly powerful fireball technique. His face was so ugly that when he touched his back, he felt his hands were all slippery.

It didn't hurt much, but there was a burning sensation on my back, probably from a burn.

Looking up, he saw that the wizard who had just thrown the fireball was strolling towards him.

As he walked, he continued to chant spells, and his eyes glanced at Ronan coldly, full of coldness and contempt.

Ronan didn't care about anything else, gritted his teeth, got up and continued running.

After running a few steps, I felt clear energy particle fluctuations coming from behind again. My scalp went numb. I took a few steps forward and jumped up a tree. I waited for the heat wave behind me to hit, and I took the time to give the tree trunk a hard blow. Kick and rush in the other direction.

"Bang!"

"Crunch, crunch -"

The burning trees made a heart-wrenching groan, slowly fell, and turned into a pile of charred black in the blink of an eye.

Ronan couldn't even give himself a moment to breathe, and followed up with another forward dive and roll.

"boom!"

The third fireball almost missed the back of Ronan's head.

"If it hadn't been for the breakthrough in physical training... I would have died several times!"

Ronan growled in his heart as he ran away, then turned around and wanted to cry.

If it hadn't been for the breakthrough in physical training, he wouldn't have come here and encountered such a thing.

After the third fireball, Ronan ran for a while and suddenly found that there was no movement behind him.

He wanted to stop and take a look at the situation, but he was worried that if he turned around he would hit another fireball and die immediately.

"Running like this is not an option. There are plenty of ways in the wizarding world to follow the traces and find yourself.

Since this guy has murderous intentions towards me, he will definitely not let it go easily."

After thinking about it, Ronan gritted his teeth and simply stopped.

Then he walked back step by step.

"That guy just finished a big battle, and he won it with difficulty.

His strength must not have fully recovered yet, and this is probably when he is at his weakest.

If I wait for him to recover, I will completely lose my life."

Ronan's eyes flashed, he was analyzing quickly in his mind, and he quickened his pace unknowingly.

He admitted that he was gambling, but as a small third-level wizard apprentice, he faced an opponent whose strength was significantly higher than his. There was still a chance of gambling, but if he didn't gamble, he would have to find a place to wait to die.

Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed across Ronan's face, and he pulled out the dagger he carried with him.

He chanted a mantra quickly, and with the flow of energy particles in the air, a thin layer of light gradually appeared on the surface of the shiny dagger.

[Charged Weapon].

Ronan held the "charged" dagger in his backhand, hid it in his robe, and stepped forward with a serious expression.

He only knows two spells. Although [Charging Weapon] is useless, its power is extremely average.

But with his current physical fitness, he should be able to show some combat effectiveness.

After walking for a while, Ronan saw traces of the wizard who was chasing him again.

This guy was standing there, holding a bottle of unknown potion in his hand and slowly pouring it into his mouth.

Although Ronan didn't know what the other party was drinking, he could guess with his heels that it must be a recovery potion.

The situation was exactly as he guessed!

Ronan couldn't help but perked up.

But it still seems not optimistic.

Because the wizard saw Ronan leaving and returning, his weak side was exposed in front of Ronan, but there was no trace of panic or nervousness on his face, and his eyes looking at Ronan became more and more mocking and disdainful.

"Nima!"

Ronan was a little scared and nervous before, but now when he saw the way the other person looked at him, the frustration in his heart turned into anger, and he was no longer afraid.

His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed towards the opponent in a daze.