Wizard Bloodline

It is very quiet here, there is no accumulation of dust, and it is as clean as if the owner of the house has just cleaned it and specially used it to entertain him.

The house has a low, hemispherical ceiling with a leaf-shaped window on one side.

Looking out through the window, one can vaguely see the shadows of huge gray stone pillars, one of which emits a sky-reaching beam of light, which is particularly conspicuous under the gray sky.

"boom!"

Ronan's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that a second gray stone pillar was suddenly lit up at this moment, with a dazzling light that complemented the first lit stone pillar.

"Another seat has been taken."

Claire walked in from the door, but it was not because there were one less seat among the thirty-two seats for wizards.

"Ronan... I can call you that."

Claire said to Ronan with a slightly condensed expression: "There are some things that I think it is necessary to inform you. Come with me."

Ronan and Claire walked out of the hut in confusion. Claire took a breath, pointed in one direction and said, "Look over there."

Claire asked Ronan to look in the opposite direction to the two lit stone pillars. Ronan saw a looming colorful light curtain. The wizards participating in the battle had entered through this light curtain before. .

Ronan stared at the light curtain for a while, then suddenly said: "Is this light curtain moving?"

"right."

Claire nodded and said in a deep voice: "To be precise, it is shrinking inward. The entire ancient fairy city is shrinking. This is one of the rules of the battle.

The light curtain will eventually shrink to the point where only thirty-two stone pillars remain. Any participant excluded from the light curtain will be eliminated by the rules.

I learned about this rule from a handbook of a senior wizard who participated in a certain seat battle, but I didn’t expect that this rule would be activated so quickly.”

Ronan didn't speak, just thinking quietly.

The shrinking of the light curtain is a disguised form of driving the wizards in the ancient fairy city towards the thirty-two stone pillars, compressing everyone's activity space, forcing everyone to fight with each other, and then selecting the truly strong ones who can truly bear the burden. A wizard named "Wizard".

Throughout the life of the legendary lawman Horams, he almost grew up in battles.

Countless suppressions, struggles, and battles... finally made Herams the first genius wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent.

It's normal for him to set up such rules in his inheritance.

But this rule is not so friendly to Ronan, who needs time to buffer the most at this stage.

Ronan knew what Claire meant by telling him this. After thinking about it, Ronan said calmly: "If the light curtain shrinks to the vicinity of this house and I haven't come out yet, then you can leave first and leave me alone."

Claire nodded with a complicated expression and said no more.

Ronan didn't waste any more time and walked directly into the room.

First, he set up a simple defensive rune array and an auxiliary mental power growth array in the room. Ronan sat cross-legged in the center of the two arrays and took out the strange magic weapon he got from the skeleton death knell Ma Fulin. Cowbell.

As his spiritual power penetrated, Ronan felt resistance within the cowbell.

This is an inheritance-type magic tool with a certain space for storage. It may represent the inheritance of the "Skeleton Knell" school, because Ronan felt an extremely ancient and rich ghostly atmosphere on this cowbell magic tool.

There is still the exclusive spiritual brand of Ma Fulin on the cowbell. To confirm this, Ronan has to erase the brand to know.

Of course, he definitely doesn't have time to do this now.

In the battle with Mafulin, Ronan had a preliminary understanding of part of his strength.

After two rounds of mental power purification, Ronan's mental power was both qualitatively and quantitatively superior to that of an average third-level early stage wizard.

So although he is only in the late second level, the gap between him and Ma Fulin in the middle third level is actually not as big as outsiders think.

In [Boiling Lake] state, his fighting spirit burned, and this gap further narrowed.

Coupled with the three powers of the legal domain that have entered the second stage of resonance, and the [Tundra Frozen Soil] talisman, the domain structure has already given him the capital to fight Ma Fulin head-on.

Of course, Ma Fulin's defeat was also closely related to his extreme underestimation of the enemy.

The last spell he wanted to cast, which he regarded as his trump card, and the cowbell in Ronan's hand, he didn't even have time to use.

He despised Ronan so much that when Ronan found an opportunity, he just killed him.

"No matter how calm a wizard is, he will inevitably feel contempt when facing an opponent who is a few levels below him or even a large level.

My low mental level is my shortcoming, but it can also be considered an advantage."

Ronan couldn't help feeling that many things in this world have two sides, it just depends on how you look at them.

"If [Winter Land] had not been destroyed in the Heart of Machinery, this battle might have been won more easily."

Soraya of the Lanster family gave Ronan the [Winter Land] magical tool set, which gave him a great boost for a long time. Unfortunately, after the battle with the Ash Witch Moriel, During the battle, it was corrupted by the golden curse. After all, it was just a second-level magic tool set.

Ronan thought casually, quickly gathered his thoughts, and officially prepared to attack the third-level wizard.

When a second-level wizard is promoted to third level, after his soul power meets the promotion standards, it is actually not as difficult as being promoted from first level to second level.

Ronan didn't need to prepare anything. He always had the necessary breakthrough materials with him.

He casually pointed out, and the black titanium shot quickly toward the window. The flowing metal covered the only window in the cabin, completely blocking all light.

After doing all this, Ronan closed his eyes.

In his mind, three pale golden spiritual power crystals trembled slightly, shaking off some fine crystal brilliance. Under the pull of his soul power, they began to slowly gather in one place.

Outside the hut, Claire is faithfully performing her duty to protect Ronan.

"call--"

A figure flew suddenly overhead. Claire tensed slightly, raised her head, and looked into the eyes of a third-level wizard who was passing by in a hurry.

The latter was a little confused when he saw Claire's look, but he didn't stay too long and quickly withdrew his gaze and left quickly.

Claire's hand holding the staff relaxed slightly, her eyes calm.

As the chief genius of the medium-sized wizard force "Magic Hand", Claire is indeed not as good as the inheritor of the top genre such as the Skeleton Deathstroke, but he also has his own pride.

Claire is not afraid of ordinary third-level wizards, or even middle-level third-level wizards, and his magical equipment and spell inheritance are not fake.

Claire stood in front of the hut, her mental energy spread out, paying attention to the surrounding situation at all times, as well as the two directions, the contraction of the peripheral light curtain and the lighting of the central stone pillar.

In just a moment, Claire saw two more stone pillars being lit up.

He still remembered what he saw in the handbook of the senior wizard "Magic Hand". According to the description in the handbook, the battle for the wizard seat that the senior wizard of Magic Hand participated in was the first time after entering the ancient fairy city. It took five dawns before the first gray stone pillar representing the seat was lit.

And this time, they lit up four of them on the first day!

You know, the gray stone pillars of the representative seats cannot be lit casually.

Only by defeating enough opponents and accumulating enough gray smoke can one be certified as a "genius" and step into the position of a genius.

The number of participants in their war this time, as well as their strength, far exceeded that of previous ones.

This is why the Blue Mist Society was established. Otherwise, with the arrogant and arrogant personalities of the wizard geniuses and other members of the Blue Mist Society, how could they have come up with such an almost shameful idea as "joining a group to keep warm".

"boom!"

A silent roar came from afar, and the fifth stone pillar lit up.

Claire's eyes fluctuated fiercely, and she couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "What a monster!"

But then again, isn't the guy in the cabin behind him also a monster?

The second-level body spans one large realm and two small realms. He killed the skeleton Deathstroke with an almost crushing attitude on the frontal battlefield. If Claire hadn't seen this achievement with his own eyes, anyone would tell him that he wouldn't be able to tell it. Everyone would sneer at it.

Thinking about it now, Claire's eyelids still couldn't stop twitching slightly.

"Half a month ago, I looked at someone who looked displeased both horizontally and vertically. Now I am willing to protect him like a follower..."

Claire couldn't help but shake her head, "The world is so wonderful."

During the sigh, the communication stone made a sound.

Claire took out a piece and examined it, frowned slightly, replied quickly, then calmed down and continued to guard it quietly.

"Selena from the Royal Court of Life in the middle, Levi from the Chaos Secret Society, Adam from the Dawn of Psychic Energy, and Evaqua, the inheritor of the ancient spiritual witches"

On the roof of a tall ancient goblin building, the calm black-haired wizard Havid squinted his eyes and looked at the five stone pillars directly in front of him. He recognized the appearance of the person standing on the stone pillars and reported in a low voice. the identity of the other party.

"We should be really lucky that the Ash Witch, who can stand up to Princess Serena of the Court of Life without falling behind, was blocked by the rules and could not come in.

Otherwise, our Blue Mist Club’s hope of occupying a seat among the top thirty-two will be slim.”

Havid exhaled, looked away, and spoke to the person beside him in a low voice.

Compared with the confident and confident posture he once had in front of the members of the Blue Mist Society, Harveyd, as the first president of the Blue Mist Society, now seems much weaker and heavier.

"We still have a chance."

The people around Havid looked calm.

This is a handsome young man with hair as golden as silk and eyes as silver as lakes. Half of his cheek is covered by a silver-white metal mask, which makes him look even more mysterious.

It was Orion.

"I see."

Hawid nodded, "I'm already calling members to come. Our goal is to get at least one seat.

The owner of this seat is either you or me. "

Harvey looked at Orion, but Orion seemed to be thinking about something and kept glancing in a certain direction. There was a faint and terrifying roar like the roar of an evil spirit, and a pale green light of energy flashed from time to time.

Harvey noticed Orion's eyes, frowned, and couldn't help but said: "Orian, I know what you want to do, but now is not the best time."

"No."

Orian turned his head to look at Harveyd, and said calmly: "On the contrary, now is the most suitable opportunity.

Once we enter the ranking battle and meet Andariel, all we can rely on is our own strength.

Do you think Andariel's character would allow either of us to survive in a one-on-one showdown? "

"...When all the members of the Blue Mist Society gather together, our power is unprecedentedly powerful. This is also our only chance to get everything back from Andariel..."

Orian put his hand gently on the metal mask on his face, as if his fingertips could feel the wounds underneath, "Havid, have you forgotten those comrades who fought alongside us but died in the end? Have you forgotten the experience of being trampled on and humiliated by Andariel?

And Gwell, he probably came up with the idea of ​​the Blue Mist Club, but he never had the chance to join the Blue Mist Club he conceived."

Harvey's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "We can wait until all the members of the Blue Mist Society have grown up, and then"

"How many people in the entire Blue Mist Society do you think can finally make it to Dawn? Who has a greater chance of being promoted to Dawn than Andariel?"

Orian said coldly: "Even if someone can do it, if you want to seek revenge on Andariel at that time, it will not only represent personal grudges.

It is very likely to provoke an all-out war between the two forces!

Can you convince the 'Morning Wind' to join forces with other forces to declare war on the 'Venomous Mask'?

still"

Orion stared into Havid's eyes, "You haven't thought about revenge at all?"

"Enough Orion!"

Harvey's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "You are not qualified to command or question me.

The Blue Mist Club's action plan is not something you and I can decide, and the flames of revenge have almost swallowed you up."

As Harvey said, he picked up a communication stone out of habit and checked it. Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment.

His originally serious expression turned strange.

"What's wrong?"

Orian also noticed the sudden change in Harvey's mood, temporarily broke away from the topic of dispute, and couldn't help but ask.

Hawid held the communication stone in his hand and didn't know how to express it for a moment.

Finally, he said quietly: "I just received a message from Claire. He said that Ronan Damien of your Silver Circle is about to be promoted to level three. He has to protect Ronan's smooth promotion and is temporarily unable to come. Join us..."

"Well"

When Orian heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

After a while, Orian's voice was heard.

"Are you sure you received a summons from Claire?"

Outside the ancient fairy city, countless wizards are paying attention to the battle in the ancient fairy city.

Everything in the ancient city is distant, hazy and fuzzy to them.

But just an occasional burst of magic light is enough to make some people feel excited.

When the first dazzling beam of light lit up, there was even a huge commotion among the crowd of wizards gathered outside the ancient fairy city.

A knowledgeable person spoke excitedly: "Someone has already stepped onto the ladder leading to the legendary Heramus, the natural ruler of the law!"

Every time the light pillar lights up, the wizards outside will be shocked, and they all guess which southern talent will be at the table this time.

"It seems that the young wizards of the southern generation are pretty good."

Moriel swayed like a swing and sat on the red lotus cane, looking at the few white light pillars that broke through the layers of fog in the ancient fairy city.

"Even if Serena was the first to occupy the seat, the others were not much slower than her.

Hey, this stupid woman behaved too badly. Don’t let people from the south compare her with her in the end. Then I would really laugh my head off.”

Moriel yawned and muttered to herself.

Suddenly a voice came from below, "Her Royal Highness Serena will definitely reach the top. In the south, no one can surpass Her Royal Highness Serena!"

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and a wizard wearing a moon-white robe flew out like a sandbag.

Moriel didn't know when she appeared underneath, slowly rubbing her pink and tender fists, and yelled fiercely at the wizard of the Royal Court of Life who was knocked away by her punch: "Did I ask you to speak? !”

Turning around, a group of wizards from the Royal Court of Life knelt on the ground neatly. Each of them had some words written more or less crookedly on their faces, which were inseparable from the ridicule and ridicule of Serena. It was obviously from Moriel's handiwork.

Every wizard in the Royal Court of Life looked at Moriel angrily, as if they dared to get angry but didn't dare.

Moriel put her hands on her hips and walked in front of everyone on her beautiful little red shoes, admiring her masterpieces one by one, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Far away, high in the sky.

Two figures stood peacefully, looking here quietly.

"Don't worry, when the matter is over, I will give you a potion that can help them wash away the marks."

Vivian, an old woman in black robe, softly comforted a tense middle-aged wizard beside her.

The latter thanked Vivian with a rather helpless expression. His attitude toward Vivian was full of respect, and he felt like a junior facing a senior.

"You really took the trouble..."

Vivian shook her head, looked at Moriel in the distance with gentle eyes, and whispered: "Who said that we, Moriel, are the only bloodline of this generation of the Phoenix family? She is better than the ten royal descendants of your Royal Court of Life. It's a hundred times more valuable.

As long as she is happy, everything is up to her. "

The Dawn Wizard of the Court of Life heard the words "Phoenix", his eyes trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head deeply.

As time passed, more and more stone pillars were lit up in the ancient city of fairies.

In a corner of the ancient city of fairies, a nearly 100-meter-tall black stone giant was rampaging in the ancient buildings.

It waved its arms made of ancient rocks, making a dull and violent terrifying low roar in the air. Every time it swung its arms, it could create an energy storm comparable to a third-level spell out of thin air.

The black stone giant drove away the third-level wizards who were fleeing like flies.

From time to time, there were those who could not dodge in time. With a "pop", the whole person and the energy protection shield outside his body would be easily blown up.

It was unknown how many third-level wizards were blown up. On the shoulder of the black stone giant, a young man covered in thick gray clouds gently patted the giant's shoulder and called softly: "Enough Venus, we should go up."

The black stone giant stopped chasing the third-level wizards, and it silently strode towards a nearby gray stone pillar.

Soon, a stone pillar was lit up, and the boy sitting on the shoulder of the black stone giant jumped lightly and jumped onto the top platform of the stone pillar.

In another place, Jupiter, whose body was wrapped in blue-purple electric light, quickly passed through the sky.

Several fleeing third-level wizards were caught up by him in an instant. They barely cast a few spells and had magic tools and equipment, but they were pierced and torn apart by the terrifying electric light as soon as they met.

Jupiter suddenly stopped, and the electric light intertwined in his purple eyes, releasing a majestic aura like a god king.

He looked down coldly at several third-level wizards with pale faces who were slowly falling from the sky, and said calmly: "There is still time, I am at my seat... waiting for your challenge."

After speaking, he turned and left, and a stone pillar was lit up immediately.

In the ancient streets surrounded by rich blood and gray clouds, Rufus took a step out with a strong smell of blood.

He stretched out his hideous and majestic flesh and blood body to his heart's content, with exposed muscles and blood vessels wriggling on it.

"Stone Peak"

Rufus let out a low roar like a monster, his eyes were scarlet like diamonds, and he was filled with monstrous violence and cruelty.

At a certain moment, Rufus suddenly disappeared, followed by a white light that reached the sky.

When the number of lit stone pillars reached eighteen.

In a quiet and mysterious room, a young man full of evil spirits woke up from his deep sleep.

He yawned and stretched his waist, his wine-red eyes glowing like agate gems in the dark.

"It's about time to get up and stretch my muscles."

The young man stood up and opened the window, squinting his eyes at the lit stone pillars in the distance.

There were black feathers stretching behind him one by one, and the shadow spread rapidly.

"The Court of Life..."

"At the southern genius gathering, in front of countless people, I personally crushed a princess from the Central Wizard Empire to death"

"This kind of thing is really exciting just thinking about it."

The young man laughed, and suddenly, the whole person disappeared completely.

Only the quiet room was left, as if no one had ever been there.