Wizard Bloodline

"Why have you never seen this man?"

"It's just the early stage of level three. It's two full realms behind Andariel. The result...

Where could such a powerful and domineering inheritance of ice magic come from in the south? "

"Not only is he a top-notch ice spell, he also masters the metal system. I even feel the fluctuations of the space system's spells..."

There were constant murmurs among the onlookers, and the eyes of almost every wizard watching were filled with shock and disbelief.

When the battle for the Wizards seat of Hellas kicked off, some people may have thought that Andariel would be defeated, but no one thought that Andariel would lose in the first round, and that was the defeat. In the hands of a "little-known" mysterious wizard.

The inexplicable emotion was like a growing boulder, slowly rolling in the field.

In the Blue Mist Club, although Claire had received a dose of "vaccination" in advance, several medium-sized wizard geniuses headed by Harvey were still greatly affected. They looked at each other in shock and could not say a word.

Even Claire herself, with her relatively calm expression, felt huge waves in her heart.

He knew that Ronan was very strong, and he also knew that after being promoted to the third level, Ronan's strength would definitely improve again, but he didn't expect that Ronan would be so powerful, and he would give Andariel's "terrible myth" as soon as they met. shredded.

"He probably hasn't practiced third-level spells yet."

Claire pursed her lips hard and subconsciously looked at Orian beside her.

He saw that Orion's eyes were a little dazed and confused at this time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ronan stood calmly in the sky, picked up Andariel's broken arm, opened the clenched fingers, and picked up the gray-white bone spur in his palm.

In fact, he did not completely avoid the attack of the bone spurs. When the black light released by the bone spurs shot through, he was still affected to a certain extent.

The effect comes from the soul, with a slight burning sensation.

It's hard to imagine what kind of situation he would be in now if he was completely hit by the ghostly light.

No wonder Andariel uses it as a "trump card". Of course, this "truck card" is his now.

Ronan put the bone spur into his space ring and looked back to check it again when he had time. He raised his gaze and landed on Andariel, who was resting on a lit stone pillar in the distance.

During the battle, wizards who have not completely lost their combat effectiveness will only be deprived of most of their souls after a defeat, but they still have the opportunity to continue to participate in the battle.

Therefore, after Andariel lost an arm, he was not "expelled". The gray smoke of his soul was so strong that the remaining small part could even light up the stone pillars and qualify for the seat.

Ronan gained great benefits. The gray smoke plundered from Andariel condensed into a majestic gray cloud behind him, and his soul power also increased greatly.

At this time, he had maintained a high-spirited [Boiling Lake] state for a long time, which caused him to be slightly exhausted mentally. His overall condition was even better than before the battle with Andariel.

The fourth mental power crystal that had just condensed in the consciousness space grew several times in size. He even felt that he had touched the opportunity to condense the fifth crystal.

"This battle is not over yet, why are you so anxious to retreat?"

Ronan had no intention of letting Andariel go. As he spoke, he stepped on the void and walked towards Andariel step by step.

An invisible force slowly radiated from Ronan's body.

The wizards who were watching were all stunned when they saw this scene, and then their expressions suddenly became excited.

When had they ever seen Andalil being provoked like this? When had they ever seen the arrogant Andalil forced into such a situation?

Many people were breathing rapidly, anticipating the moment when Andariel would be truly beheaded.

"I admit that I did underestimate you. You must have been holding back for a long time just for this moment."

On the stone pillar, Andariel, who had lost an arm, looked so gloomy that he could almost drip with water.

He looked at Ronan, took out a thick arm that was not commensurate with his size from the space ring, put it on his shoulder, sprinkled some kind of medicinal powder, and chanted a spell quickly.

Soon, the newly attached arm began to move freely, but compared with the other arm, it was larger and smaller, looking a bit deformed and weird.

Andalil slowly took a step forward, his body exuding an aura that seemed even more terrifying than before.

Ronan was not surprised. As the person who stood at the top of the pyramid of young wizards in the south, Andariel could not be defeated by him like this.

He must have other means, and he has no other trump cards. When all the contempt is put away, Andariel will be the most dangerous next.

certainly

Ronan is looking forward to it too.

Ronan and Andariel looked at each other from a distance, invisible momentum rising from the two of them, spreading, and they clashed in the void.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense again.

Almost everyone was paying attention to this battle, but at this time, a sudden commotion interrupted the upcoming battle.

"Hurry! There are still the last three positions!"

Several wizards rushed towards the central stone pillar. At this time, many people discovered that at some point, the light curtain symbolizing the first round of the battle had shrunk to the front.

There was even a wizard who was too focused on watching the battle and was caught off guard by the light screen and was directly eliminated from the field.

Suddenly the field became chaotic.

Most of the seats have been settled by now, except for the few that Andariel had occupied before, and now there are only three left.

When it comes to themselves, many wizards can no longer care about "eating melons and watching the show", and they all rush to the remaining three stone pillars.

Many people only remembered halfway through their rush that the soul smoke on their bodies was not enough to light up the stone pillars, and then a small-scale melee broke out.

The sudden chaos made Ronan frown. He saw Andariel sneer at him, his mouth shape changed - "I will wait for you on the ring, twist off your head bit by bit", and then his face was cold, as if he didn't look at him anymore.

Ronan also quickly lost the will to fight. Compared with defeating Andariel once again, the next wizard ranking battle is obviously more important.

Now the soul smoke on his body is as majestic as clouds, which is more than enough to light up a stone pillar.

With the previous experience of Andariel's broken arm, no one in the field dares to compete with Ronan at all.

He flew towards a stone pillar, and the wizards near the stone pillar immediately dispersed. No one blocked this powerful rising star from the south from taking his seat.

Ronan did not rush to light up the stone pillar, but cast his eyes in the direction of the Blue Mist Society and others.

He did not mind grabbing a seat for Orion, but after seeing his battle with Andariel, Orion seemed to have lost a lot of his sharpness. When Ronan looked at him with an inquiring look, Orion just shook his head slowly.

On the other hand, Harveyd, the president of the Blue Mist Society, beside him, had an expression of eagerness on his face.

A moment later.

The light curtain stopped shrinking, and in the center of the ancient fairy city, all 32 pillars of light were lit up.

The ancient fairy city, which had been in a hazy state, suddenly became clear and real at this moment, and the barrier between the inside and outside of the space seemed to be completely broken.

The eliminated wizards retreated one by one, and the figures of tens of thousands of wizards waiting to watch the battle outside the city appeared.

The huge ancient city slowly sank under the countless shrinking colorful streamers, and only thirty-two magnificent white light beams remained between heaven and earth.

All the wizards of Heramus took their seats, and the climax of this grand event will begin from this moment.

"Thank you, Damien.

After this battle, I will summon all members of the Blue Mist Society and nominate you to be the president."

Harvid stood on an adjacent stone pillar platform and saluted Ronan from a distance to express his gratitude.

Ronan shook his head and said nothing.

He finally helped Harvid get a position. Including him, the Blue Mist Society had two people enter the top thirty-two this time, which was a very good record.

At the moment, it seemed to be the preparation stage for the upcoming seat ranking battle.

On the thirty-two seats, everyone was silently preparing and waiting.

Many eyes fell on Ronan. The result of his battle with Andariel exceeded many people's expectations. Many people were surprised that he was a dark horse that suddenly appeared halfway.

Ronan looked back one by one along the gaze that was looking at him, and the first one he saw was Selena.

Rumor has it that Selena was the first person to light up the stone pillar, and she has not been challenged since then.

The top talents in the first echelon all tacitly avoided conflicts in the first round of the battle, and even Andariel would only occupy the seat and harvest the secondary talents in the final stage.

The early collision between Ronan and Andariel was definitely an accident. Originally, he did not need to step on such a heavy stepping stone to get to the top.

At this time, the princess from the Central Life Court maintained a high-handed attitude as always, and she looked at Ronan with a very calm look.

This look made Ronan feel very uncomfortable.

He knew very well that people like Selena would never look at you with a straight eye unless you severely frustrated her in the aspect that she was most proud of.

"If there is a chance"

Ronan lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding Selena's gaze.

He really wanted to try this.

Second update, asking for monthly tickets~