Wizard Bloodline

Chapter 189 Ether and Eti, welcome to the Golden Kingdom of Spierte!

"I have to say, your late proposal made my already bad mood even worse, Vivian."

The girl lost her temper, and her delicate face was filled with dissatisfaction with the old woman in black robe.

The latter just looked at her with a respectful and doting look, and said softly: "It seems that our Miss Moriel has encountered other things inside, and that is what really makes you feel unhappy. The reason?”

"Yes, a mean, weak and nasty bug."

The girl crossed her arms and said coldly: "Only in the remote and barbaric soil of the south can such dirty and ugly things grow."

"Dirty?"

The old woman in black robe accurately captured a word that was rarely used in the girl's words. Her old face, as wrinkled as dry tree bark, suddenly became cold, and the surrounding air collapsed and distorted in an instant.

"Do you sound like you're terribly offended and need me to do something?"

The girl realized that she had made a mistake, and a few traces of invisible blush appeared on her fat cheeks, but they quickly disappeared.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, Vivian, you always like to make such a fuss."

The girl reached out and brushed a few strands of hair hanging from her ears to cover up her momentary shyness and anger. She suddenly changed her tone and changed the topic: "Speaking of which, during the time I was in, Se What is Lina doing?”

The old woman in black robe shook her head and replied: "She didn't do anything. She stayed near the ancient city of the unborn goblin... Oh, during this period, she had a fight with two southern native geniuses. She controlled the situation very well. She just did what she did. drive”

There was a faint light in the girl's beautiful rose-red eyes. She bared her teeth and showed an evil smile.

"Our poor Princess Serena was squeezed out by several of her brothers and sisters and had to come to the south to compete with a group of country wizards for resources... Unfortunately, I will not let her get her wish.

Let's go Vivian! "

The girl waved the cane in her hand like a riding crop, shooting out balls of beautiful flames like flowers in the void.

"I can't wait to see Serena's face when her plan fails."

"Everything is at your command."

The old woman in black robe bowed respectfully, then touched the sleeves of her robe and put away the glowing teleportation circle in front of her.

Soon, a ball of flame suddenly rose from the wilderness like a burning comet, and disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

Ronan's whole figure seemed to have accidentally fallen into a cold, thick lake of glue.

No, glue is not the right description.

It should be lead water.

Cold and heavy, it penetrated from every pore in his body, taking away his body temperature, making his muscles rigid, his bones rusty, and his blood stopped flowing.

This feeling is like being forcibly sealed in a hard and cold lead shell. Even the mental power cannot be released, and can only be huddled in the conscious space, surrounded by solid walls.

The only thing he can do is to continuously activate the vitality light ball in his body.

At this time, Ronan was very glad that he had not neglected the practice of [Body Training] during the three years he spent in the Silver Ring Penance Attic.

[Ascetic Body Training] After master-level proficiency exceeded one thousand points, the vitality light ball in his body was more than five times more powerful than three years ago. The majestic life energy was condensed into a small light ball, almost compressed into liquid.

Under Ronan's urging, wisps of pure white vitality flames flew out of the light ball and fed back to the whole body to resist the waves of terrifying curse power that he had never seen before.

If it weren't for the [Innocent Body], he would have turned into a real golden statue as soon as the power of the curse broke out for the second time.

But the [Innocent Body] stimulated to the extreme only slows down the transformation of flesh and blood into metal, and the "lead shell" outside of consciousness continues to thicken.

Even because of the bad condition outside the body, a series of chain reactions occurred inside the body.

In the corner of the consciousness space, within the shadow that he had consumed and suppressed until only a small area remained, the remaining will belonging to the "ancient frost hydra Hekarto" began to move, seeming to be ready to rise up at any time and completely take over his power. body.

In this situation of internal and external troubles, Ronan was struggling to support himself with his will.

The power of the curse continued to seep in, gradually affecting his spirit, and even his thinking seemed to have become slow.

Gradually, Ronan's consciousness began to become blurred.

Suddenly, Ronan found himself in an endless desert filled with yellow sand. There was no one around him, and above his head was a blazing sun.

He walked aimlessly in the desert, not knowing where he was going. He only felt thirsty, his throat was about to smoke, and his body was exhausted.

Just when Ronan couldn't hold on anymore and was about to collapse.

suddenly

A large, generous hand stretched out from his back, firmly supporting his shaky body.

Ronan turned his head with difficulty, and under the dazzling sunlight, he saw a tall and thin figure wearing a large gray robe.

The other party had a hood on his head and couldn't see his face clearly.

Ronan didn't know where or when this man appeared. It was obvious that he was the only one walking in this desert for a long time.

This guy seemed to appear out of nowhere.

In other words, he might have been silently following him, but he didn't notice it.

But at this time Ronan didn't have the energy to think about this.

"Thanks."

Ronan barely managed to steady himself. The man in gray robe who supported him did not speak, and cast a gentle and slightly appreciative look at him from under his hood.

"After all this time...you are still the first person to be able to get here."

The unusually young voice was clear and clear. Ronan always felt very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But in the current environment, this sound can only remind him of an oasis.

"Is there water?"

Ronan's chapped lips quivered slightly, and finally he couldn't help but speak, his voice so weak that he could hardly hear him.

The man in gray robe thought for a moment, and then said, "Is it okay if I don't have water?"

His brain, which seemed to be rusted by metal, was still spinning, thinking about the meaning of the man in gray robe, but the man in gray robe in front of him had already let go of Ronan's hand and took two steps to the side.

He took something out of his arms and slowly buried it in the soft yellow sand under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene occurred.

Ronan watched helplessly as the flat yellow sand began to arch upward, and then a golden sapling jumped out of the sand and grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it grows into a lush apple tree.

The entire apple tree is golden yellow, as if it is made entirely of gold. Every branch and leaf is dazzlingly golden and extremely luxurious.

There were only two apples growing on the tree, which were also golden yellow and even exuded a golden luster.

"alright."

The man in gray robe clapped his hands and made a sound of satisfaction, then stood on tiptoes, carefully picked two golden apples from the golden apple tree, and handed one to Ronan.

"Eat it, it tastes good."

Seemingly sensing Ronan's hesitation, the man in gray robe picked up his own golden apple, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

Rich apple aroma accompanied by golden juice.

Ronan smelled the smell and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He couldn't bear it any longer and took a big bite of the golden apple in his hand. The fresh and sweet juice quickly moistened Ronan's mouth and tongue like a clear spring.

Although the texture and luster are like gold, the taste is a thousand times more delicious than real apples.

This small golden apple seemed to possess mysterious magic power. When Ronan gnawed the entire apple completely, leaving only a golden core that could not be bitten, he had completely recovered.

Physically, mentally...everything.

"call--"

Ronan, who had regained his vitality, let out a long breath. He couldn't wait to run to the shade of the golden apple tree, sat down on the soft yellow sand, looked at the golden core in his hand, and then looked at the front of him. The man in gray robe had been watching him quietly.

A strange light burst into his eyes.

He said to the man in gray robe: "Thank you for the apple Spierte."

Ronan read the name word for word.

Yes, after his brain resumed functioning, he finally remembered why he felt that the voice of the man in gray robe in front of him was familiar.

Because he has heard it countless times, every time he uses the "Orb of All Things"!

As for where he is now

It must be in a dream.

It's like the dream of inheritance experienced when merging the "ancient frost hydra bloodline".

He had seen the ancient overlord in charge of frost in his dream, so it was not unusual for him to quench his thirst with the fruit from a golden fruit tree in the desert.

Ronan sat under the apple tree, staring at the gray-robed man in front of him with burning eyes, staring at the face that was hidden under the hood and could not be seen clearly.

The legendary wizard Shibierte, who has left countless legends in every corner of the Shanghuan Continent... It is impossible not to be curious about the other party's appearance.

No matter if it was a dream or not, Ronan just wanted to see the face of the ancient legend.

Facing Ronan's blazing eyes and calling out the name "Spirter" with determination, the man in gray robe seemed to smile.

He neither admitted nor denied it.

But Ronan was not disappointed either.

He casually reached out and pushed the hood behind his head.

What appeared in front of Ronan was an extremely young face, looking only a few years older than him.

Gray hair, black eyes.

There always seems to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are extremely bright, like gems.

The appearance revealed under the hood is neither handsome nor ugly, but it has a strange charm that no one can forget after looking at it.

This face fits Ronan's fantasy of "Spirt" very well.

Such a clear and enthusiastic voice seems to be matched with such a clear and bright face.

Ronan's eyes slowly softened.

Maybe it was because he was infected by Shibierte's temperament, or maybe because he knew that he was in a dream, so even when facing the legendary wizard, he didn't feel much pressure and even felt unusually relaxed.

It was as if I was really just trekking in the desert and met a traveler who was willing to share a fresh apple with him.

"Spirter" bit an apple and sat down next to Ronan. The shade of the golden apple tree just covered their bodies.

"Want to hear a story?"

"Shibierte" looked at the endless golden desert and said to Ronan abruptly. Ronan nodded and made a gesture of listening.

"Hangchi."

"Shipierte" took a small bite of the flesh of the golden apple and said in a low voice: "Once upon a time, there was a king."

With the narration of "Spirt", the entire desert became quiet.

The scorching sun above my head, which felt like it could kill anyone, seemed to be slowly becoming hazy and no longer so hot.

The whole world seemed to be dominated by the rustling of leaves on the golden apple tree and the soft voice of "Shipiort" speaking softly.

“..He is wise and mighty, possessing outstanding wisdom and powerful means.

He governed his kingdom well, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the army was strong. "

"He was loved by all and dedicated his life to his kingdom and his people."

"He never married a wife, nor did he have any children. He can be called the most sage monarch in the history of the continent. Elves, dwarves, orcs, and barbarians all coexist peacefully under his rule."

"He ruled almost three-quarters of the entire continent."

"However...even such a perfect monarch will have his own troubles."

"The king gradually discovered that as time went by, there were more and more white hairs on his head, his back became more and more stooped day by day, wrinkles began to appear on his face, his teeth began to loosen, and he could not even move on his own. Sitting on the throne for more than an hourglass' time, he"

"He's old."

The low and slow voice of "Shipierte" suddenly became loud and loud in an instant, which also established the direction of the next story. All the beauty was cruelly torn and shattered.

"The king was afraid.

Because he still has a lot of things to do and a lot of ideas to complete.

He had just learned that there was a continent on the other side of the continent, and there were still many people in dire straits in the world waiting for him to rescue them.

He has not planted the flag of his kingdom in every corner, and he is unwilling to hand over the huge empire he has worked so hard to build to the next person who will surely be stupider than him.

The king desires eternal life! "

"So he went to seek help from the greatest wise wizard on the continent."

"No one knows what kind of deal the king made with the wizard.

Anyway, after the king returned from visiting the wizard, he started collecting gold like crazy.

Until the king was eighty years old, he was wise and gave everything for his people.

However, after he turned eighty, the king asked his people for all this and more. "

"The king's process of collecting gold was not smooth. Under his orders, his army killed many people, displaced countless people, and destroyed countless families.

The entire kingdom was wailing under the flames of war. "

“But the king didn’t care because he finally had all the gold in the continent.

All he needs to do next is follow the wizard's instructions, and he will gain eternal life. Now he is confident that he can return everything he asks from his people tenfold and a hundredfold. "

"The king built a city with all this gold!"

"A city made entirely of gold!"

“The king gathered all his troops in the Golden City because his mind had changed.

Not only does he want to gain immortality for himself, he also wants every soldier in his army who is loyal to him to gain eternal life, so that he can have enough capital to build a world that is hundreds of times more powerful than the one he had in his previous life. empire. "

"Finally, the king sat on his golden throne, waiting with great anticipation for the arrival of the wise man to grant him true eternal life."

The narration of "Spirt" came to an abrupt end.

Under the apple tree, Ronan blinked and couldn't help but ask: "What happened next? Where is the end of the story?"

"Just like the ending of every fairy tale"

"Shibiorte" slowly swallowed the last bite of the apple, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Ronan: "The evil and stupid king finally ended up with his evil army. He did not end well."

"The wise wizard deceived him?"

Ronan frowned.

"No."

"Shibiort" shook his head, "On the contrary, every word of the method of eternal life taught by the wise man to the king is true.

Unfortunately, before the wise man arrived at the Golden City, the old king unfortunately died of old age on his throne.

But the wise man did not break his promise, and he did grant the king eternal life.

He turned the body of the dead king and all his troops into immortal golden statues, and buried them together with the golden city forever in the ground."

"oh."

Ronan nodded, with an expression on his face that said, "I guessed the ending when I heard the beginning." Then he stood up from under the golden apple tree, looked at the golden desert under his feet, and asked, "Is this the desert under our feet?" Underneath?”

"Shibierte" smiled and shook his head: "You take it too seriously.

This is just a story. "

"Then, let me guess again..."

Ronan looked into the black eyes of "Spirter" and said calmly: "Are you the wise wizard in the story?"

"I told you, this is just a story."

"Shipierte" stood up from under the tree, squinted his eyes and stretched. He patted the dust on his butt and turned to greet Ronan: "Let's go, I'll take you to the front for a walk." ”

Ronan's eyes flickered, but without saying a word, he followed "Shibierte" towards the front of the desert.

When they reached a high slope, Ronan looked back and saw that the golden apple tree they had stayed at before was still standing quietly in the yellow sand, like a road sign.

Ronan turned around, and suddenly a black shadow emerged from the sand and jumped towards him quickly.

Ronan subconsciously took a step back, and at this moment, the chuckle of "Spierte" sounded in his ears.

"Don't be nervous, it's greeting you."

Only then did Ronan see clearly that the black shadow jumping out of the sand was a black dog, but it had no facial features.

It rubbed against Ronan's trousers intimately. Although it looked weird, it looked quite docile and well-behaved.

Ronan knelt down and tried to touch the black dog's back with his hands. His hands were cold and hard, with a metallic texture.

The strange black dog seemed to be quite happy with Ronan's caress. It was so comfortable that it grinned directly on its face.

The shark-tooth-like mouth suddenly opened in front of Ronan. Ronan was slightly startled, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of the giant box monster he saw in the ruins of the Heart of Machinery.

The mouth shapes of the two are almost identical.

"I can see it likes you very much..."

"Shipiort" laughed beside him and said, "Its name is Eti."

"ether?"

Ronan was startled when he heard these two words, but was quickly corrected by "Shipierte": "It's titanium."

Ronan had read it in an old wizarding book.

In the ancient times, when wizard civilization had just emerged and the types of free energy particles between heaven and earth had not yet been fully understood by wizards, wizards were accustomed to using "ether" to collectively refer to those unfamiliar elements that had not yet been mastered.

Later, when the wizard's system was completely formed, the word "ether" was gradually abandoned in the pile of old papers.

I don’t know if there is any connection between the name given to the black dog by “Spirter” and the “ether” that Ronan knew.

However, this name also confirms Ronan's previous speculation that the strange black dog may be a kind of "metal". Life?

Two people and one dog continued to wander in the desert.

I don’t know how long they walked this time. Anyway, just when Ronan turned around and could no longer see the slightest shadow of the golden apple tree when he came, "Shipierte" suddenly said: "We are here."

Ronan suddenly looked back.

Immediately afterwards, he saw an extremely majestic, extremely huge, and dazzling golden city whose majesty could not be described in words suddenly appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to be hit hard by something.

Even though he had made corresponding psychological preparations before this, when he saw the whole golden city with his own eyes, he still felt a deep throbbing from the depths of his soul.

"Didn't you say...it's just a story?"

Ronan stood on the high pile of golden sand, looking blankly at the golden city in front of him, and murmured in his mouth.

"Shipierte" smiled and walked past him. As he walked, he said softly: "It is indeed a story.

But I'm not done yet.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who heard this story when he was very young, and a golden seed was planted in his heart."

"Shibierte" stood in front of Ronan, looking at the golden city in the distance with blurred eyes. There was golden light blooming between his five fingers.

"Later, the seed took root and grew bigger and bigger."

"The boy has grown up, he has abilities, he finally..."

"Shibierte" slowly stretched his golden palm into the distance, as if he wanted to grab something.

"I can realize those daydreams one by one."

"Shipierte" stopped talking to himself, and his story seemed to have finally come to an end.

At a certain moment, "Shipierte" was quickly pulled away from the memory.

He suddenly turned around and stood against the background of the Golden City, facing Ronan, with his arms spread wide and a child-like innocent and bright smile on his face.

He shouted loudly to Ronan, as if Ronan had heard the cry countless times in the "All Things Orb" space.

He said:

"Latercomers, welcome to the Golden Kingdom that belongs to Spirt!"