Wizard Bloodline

Chapter 23 Shut up (Thanks to Xiong Bao’s leader~)

The night was dark.

No stars or moon.

In the forest, the night wind blows through the forest, and the cry of the night owl can be heard in the distance.

Ronan broke off the dead branches in his hand little by little and threw them into the swaying bonfire in front of him, listening to the slight crackling sound of the dead branches being burned by the flames.

Beside him, there were about twenty people in robes standing.

Everyone gathered around the fire, whispering to each other from time to time.

The atmosphere on the field was more solemn than the last time Ronan attended the wizard Potter's funeral.

Through the misty night, Ronan saw the faces that were illuminated by the firelight, and most of them had worried expressions.

The rally was initiated by Wells Sr.

The people who came were all wizard residents living near this tree house area. The reason for the gathering was naturally because Ronan heard the news about the invasion of wizards from the Dark Witch Land in the town today.

As soon as he got home, he was called by Old Wells.

Ronan felt that the elder Wells was a bit like the neighborhood committee aunt in her previous life. She was busy running around and worrying about all kinds of things for this "community" every day.

He also presided over Potter's last funeral.

"Wells, everyone is here. If you have something to say or something to say, hurry up and don't delay everyone's business.

I still have a potion boiling on the stove! "

Just as he was thinking about it, Ronan heard a sharp voice.

Looking up, I found that the speaker was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was thin, wearing nose and lip rings, and had a look of impatience on his face.

Ronan noticed the mental fluctuations emanating from the man. The level of a fourth-level wizard apprentice was rare in the treehouse area.

"Then let's get started."

After the nose ring wizard urged him, Old Wells, who was standing in the center of the crowd, coughed lightly and walked out slowly.

The chatter on the field gradually subsided, everyone stopped talking, and their eyes focused on Old Wells.

"I believe that everyone has heard about the invasion of the Black Witchland today. The main reason for calling everyone here is to discuss countermeasures.

We live here together, we are all gray robes. When encountering such a big crisis, we should find ways to work together to resist it.

I also have some personal experience.”

Before Old Wells finished speaking, there was a burst of disdainful laughter on the court.

It was the same nose-ring wizard who just spoke. This guy interrupted Old Wells's opening remarks.

"What's there to discuss about this kind of thing? Do you think that just a few of us can withstand the invasion of the black-robed wizards?"

The nose ring wizard sneered again and again, with disdain and speechlessness written all over his face.

As soon as his words came out, many people on the field suddenly became more worried, their eyes flickered, and some even had obvious intentions to leave.

"Of course our little strength cannot withstand the general trend, but a group of people together is better than being alone, after all."

Old Wells suddenly raised his voice and said, "I once experienced an invasion from the Dark Witch Land."

In an instant, everyone on the field who was about to move fell silent.

Ronan also looked at Old Wells in surprise.

"I was still very young then"

Old Wells then spoke slowly, his old and deep voice passing through the swaying bonfire, bringing out the atmosphere of memories.

"He's just a first-level wizard apprentice.

I also lived here, and then encountered the war between Hoddam and the Black Witch Land, at that time."

"Get to the point, Wells! No one wants to hear boring stories about your youth."

Ronan frowned and looked at the nose ring wizard who spoke again.

He's starting to hate this guy a little bit now.

Old Wells was not angry, he just paused and said: "According to my experience, although there is news of the invasion of the Black Witch Land now, the actual arrival of the invasion is not as fast as we imagined. "

"How long does it usually take?"

someone asked.

"Maybe one to two years, or even longer..."

Old Wells replied: "So there is no need for everyone to panic now. Instead of being anxious, it is better to think of ways to tide over the difficulties together. If nothing else happens, the prices of various items in Hoddam will increase greatly in the future. .”

"The rent for the house in the worst location in town has risen to almost one magic stone per month this afternoon."

Someone said worriedly.

Old Wells thought for a while and said: "There is actually no need to follow the trend and move to towns now. The forest is still safe."

"That's because you feel safe!"

The nose ring wizard retorted: “What if the black robe appears in the forest tomorrow?

The rents for houses in cities and towns have skyrocketed. If you ask me, everyone should move to cities and find a place to live before housing prices reach their peak."

Old Wells looked at the nose ring wizard calmly, "If you go to town too early, you may run out of savings before the real crisis comes, and you will have to move out again."

The nose ring wizard sneered: "That's better than having money and not being able to find a place to live."

"Impossible."

Old Wells shook his head, "There are not so many people in Hoddam that if they all enter the town, they will be so crowded that there is no place to stay. Living in a town does not necessarily require a house."

"You want so many of us to live on the streets like beggars?"

The nose ring wizard looked ugly.

"That's just the worst case scenario. I think this humiliation is nothing compared to losing your life at the hands of a dark wizard.

Before that, we continue to stay in the forest. In case my experience is wrong and the black robes invade in advance, my suggestion is to form a patrol team. Everyone should take some time to take turns on duty every day to find out the situation and give timely warnings."

"I have to say this is really the stupidest idea I have ever heard.

Ridiculous. Wells, I think you are so old that people have become confused."

"Shut up, you idiot!"

An impatient low roar suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at a position with a stunned expression.

They saw a handsome boy in a gray robe walking out of the shadows, staring coldly in the direction of the nose ring wizard.

"Are you talking to me?"

The nose ring wizard pointed to his nose in a daze.

Ronan said lightly: "Besides you, is there another idiot here? "

A childish and crisp laughter sounded at the edge of the crowd, but when everyone looked over, the laughter stopped immediately. A little girl hid behind old Wells with a guilty look on her face.

The wizard with a nose ring glared at the little girl fiercely, then looked at Ronan and said gloomily: "Boy, who gave you the courage to say that to me... "

The wizard with a nose ring was halfway through his words when he suddenly sensed the mental power fluctuations emanating from Ronan, and his face changed suddenly.

"Level 4? !"

He looked Ronan up and down carefully, his face full of incomprehension, "So young? You live here? !"

"None of your business. "

Ronan looked cold, he had been tolerating this guy for a long time, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

To put it bluntly, everyone present was at the bottom of the Hoddam wizard circle, generally one or two levels, two or three level wizard apprentices.

Although the nose ring wizard in front of him was the same level as him, he had a double rune intermediate protection ring in his hand, plus the expert-level [Energy Missile], he really didn't take this guy seriously.