Wizard Bloodline

There were fallen trees and burning trees everywhere, lawns destroyed by magic, thick smoke billowing from everywhere, and occasionally corpses burned by fire or frozen by frost could be seen, obviously from the hands of fellow wizards.

"Fear can also breed sin"

A faint scream came from the ear, and everyone tacitly did not ask to check. Old Wells leaned on his cane and muttered a sentence with a complicated expression.

He seemed to be reminded of some unpleasant memories by the scene in front of him.

Ronan saw a tree house that was shattered and collapsed in front of him, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He wanted to go home.

The magic stones he had accumulated in the past two months, as well as the finished rune stones that had not been sold, almost all of his belongings were hidden under an oak tree near his home, covered with thick fallen leaves, dead branches and stones layer by layer.

He must take this wealth back.

However, the route they were taking to the town was quite far from where Ronan lived.

If you want to go there, you have to go around a long way.

If Ronan is alone, it doesn't matter, he can run fast anyway.

The key is that he can't leave these three old, weak and disabled people alone.

Just as Ronan was thinking, suddenly, two figures suddenly jumped out of the forest in front.

The group was instantly alert, and Ronan was ready to throw [Energy Missiles] at any time.

The two people on the opposite side were also startled by them, and they took several steps back nervously.

However, a few seconds later, the leader of the opposite side, a middle-aged wizard with graying brown hair and a short beard, suddenly blurted out with a look of surprise and joy: "Wells! It's you!"

Ronan was startled and turned to look at the old Wells beside him.

"Do you know him?"

The old Wells nodded, "An old friend."

He immediately walked up with a cane and quickly chatted with the middle-aged wizard.

Ronan stood more than ten meters away from them, squinting his eyes and staring at the actions of the two people on the opposite side.

Although he was a friend of Old Wells, in this chaotic environment, people and ghosts are not distinguished. It is normal for a good friend of many years to suddenly stab you.

He had sharp five senses and faintly heard that the content of the conversation between Old Wells and the middle-aged wizard seemed to involve him.

The middle-aged wizard looked at him frequently.

Until more than ten seconds later, Old Wells walked back quickly and said to Ronan: "Barry Fania, with his son, wants to join us and go to the town with us.

If you don't want to, I will reject him immediately."

Ronan's eyes flashed, and then he realized that the two wizards who met by chance were interested in the strength of his intermediate apprentice and wanted to seek protection for the next part of the journey.

Ronan saw the rejection in Old Wells' eyes, thought about it, but still agreed.

"Okay, let them follow."

Old Wells' expression immediately became complicated, whispered thank you, nodded and turned to reply.

Ronan stood there calmly.

He accepted the two people, not simply because he didn't want to embarrass old Wells.

He thought that if he encountered any very critical situation in the future, these two outsiders might come in handy at the critical moment.

"When did I become so sinister and cruel?"

Coming back to his senses, Ronan was shocked by his own changes.

Thinking about the many dark sides of human nature he had seen along the way since the chaos broke out, he felt relieved again.

"These are all forced changes"

Old Wells brought back two wizards, one big and one small, and the wizard master and disciple expressed enough respect to Ronan.

Although Ronan looked young, he was actually a mid-level apprentice, and he also practiced body building and had a strong body.

In addition, he had killed two black robes of mid-level apprentices with his own hands. His strong physique mixed with a faint bloody domineering aura was enough to make ordinary low-level apprentice wizards unable to even raise their heads in front of him.

The son of the middle-aged wizard Barry is a good example.

The young man, who was a second-level apprentice, stuttered when he introduced himself to Ronan, which made his father Barry very embarrassed, with an expression of disappointment.

With two more people in the team, Ronan felt that his plan to go home to get his belongings became more distant.

However, the team had grown to six people, with two more reinforcements, which was considered a strong force in the chaotic forest, and blocked many malicious eyes.

Gradually, Ronan found that there were people following the team.

At first, he thought they were bold and blind, but later he found that they were some poor wizards who fled alone and wanted to borrow their power for fear of being robbed and killed.

Ronan drove them away several times, but when those people saw that he would not really hurt anyone, they became bolder and more and more people followed him.

Ronan counted them and found that there were more than a dozen!

He was almost numb.

Just when he was having a headache and didn't know what to do, Barry, a middle-aged wizard who was in the first wave of shelters, took the initiative to stand up and volunteered to help Ronan solve the problem of "cowhide plaster" after he was taken off.

Ronan was curious about how he could solve it, so he let him go.

One minute later.

The size of their team directly expanded to 22 people!

"Your so-called solution is to turn the followers into companions?"

Ronan's eyes twitched slightly, and he was speechless when he looked at the wizard Barry in front of him.

Barry seemed a little guilty, but quickly said: "Don't let them rely on companions for nothing.

I have made an agreement with them. When we arrive safely in the town, each person must pay you a protection fee of four low-level magic stones."

Talent!

Ronan really wanted to give Barry a thumbs up.

The tree house area really doesn't keep idle people.

The last person who received this evaluation from him was Jacob, the blond fat boy with the innate Bagua holy body.

Since they can't get rid of them, just charge them to follow, so that they won't lose anything.

Thinking carefully, it seems that there is really no better way to deal with it than this.

Ronan began to lead the mighty team to the town, and completely gave up the idea of ​​going home.

Anyway, the property hidden under the tree will not be lost, so I can come back to get it.

"It's better to replenish the lost mental power..."

On the way, Ronan Nan thought to himself.

After the proficiency of [Energy Missile] reached the expert level, the mental power required for casting a spell increased accordingly.

In the perfect state, Ronan, a level 5 apprentice, can cast [Energy Missile] eight times in total with his mental power. After eight times, he had to meditate to replenish it.

He experienced two battles and lost four [Energy Missiles], which consumed almost half of his mental power.

Moreover, after fighting with the two black robes, Ronan found that the mental power drawn from each spell was increasing, and the remaining half of the mental power might not even be enough for the expected four spells.

"[Energy Missile]. Maybe it's time to upgrade..."

Ronan had a vague feeling, and for a moment, he was full of expectations and a little worried.