Wizard Bloodline

A trace of lingering clouds in the sky looked like blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the small gray-white square.

The sound of chanting for the soul to return to An Ning Township is heard from time to time. The footsteps of people coming and going are in a hurry, and a sad and depressed atmosphere flows in the place.

Another group of people walked into the square.

They came from the direction of the forest. They were in a miserable state. The wizard robes on their bodies were torn and dirty. They were more or less stained with blood, as if they had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

After stepping into the square, everyone in the team had an expression of relief and relief.

They hugged each other, looked emotional, and some even shed tears.

The wizards passing by cast curious or indifferent glances, thinking that this was probably another group of poor people who had narrowly escaped from the evil black-robed wizards.

After getting excited, the wizards began to take the initiative to approach in one direction.

They all gathered in front of a tall figure in the team, presented him with magic stones, and then bent down to kiss the hem of his gray robe with great solemnity.

This is a ritual that represents the highest gratitude and respect among wizards. It is rarely used in informal situations.

Nowadays, it is used by many wizards on one person, and none of them think there is anything wrong with this behavior, which is really surprising.

"I spent fifteen magic stones to buy a serious robe."

The last accompanying wizard left. Ronan looked at the hem of his robe that was obviously wet with saliva, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

He endured it for the sake of a bag of magic stones.

Looking up at the blood-red setting sun in the sky, Hoddam College shrouded in white thick fog was like a silent and dormant beast. Ronan felt as if he was in another world for a moment.

"Fortunately, I survived."

He murmured softly, came back to his senses, and looked at Old Wells, Venetia, Cheryl, and the wizard Barry and his son who had not yet left.

The three old Wells must be following him, according to Barry and his son.

"My uncle has been working as an assistant to a certain official wizard in the college. He has his own property in the town. Although I don't want to, I have to go to him this time."

Wizard Barry explained the situation with a helpless expression, left an address for several people, expressed his heartfelt thanks to Ronan once again, and left in a hurry with his son Sean.

After seeing off Barry and his son, the three old Wells asked Ronan where he was going next.

Now he seems to have replaced the old Wells as the backbone of the small group.

“Find a place to stay first and then try to contact Andre and the others tomorrow.

If nothing else happens, they should have arrived in the town long ago."

Ronan rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, a look of exhaustion that could not be concealed on his face.

At this time, people were coming and going in the wizarding place of Hoddam, and the atmosphere was full of tension and depression, but he just wanted to have a big, soft and comfortable bed, lie down and have a good sleep.

At night.

In a small wizarding hotel in the town's living area.

The windows of the small room were closed, and a few dull moths tirelessly collided with the old glowing crystal wall lamps again and again.

"Wow--"

Ronan stood up from the bathtub naked, grabbed a towel and stepped on the cold wooden floor with his bare feet.

"call--"

After wiping away the water stains on his body, Ronan exhaled and walked to a silver full-length mirror in the corner of the room with his half-wet hair.

The boy in the mirror is slender and tall, masculine and handsome, as bright and vigorous as the rising sun.

Just a few gray strands inadvertently revealed in the chestnut hair on his forehead gave him a somewhat mature and mysterious temperament that was different from his peers.

"Is it a sequelae?"

Ronan gently fiddled with the hair on his forehead, frowned slightly, and then began to examine other parts of his body.

Everything is intact.

There were no other injuries except for the gash on the left inner thigh that he had made with his own dagger, and some tiny gashes on the sides of his cheeks and the back of his hands that were torn apart by the aftermath of the battle.

Because the medicine has been used, these wounds have scabbed over and now they feel slightly itchy.

After checking his body, Ronan put on his clothes and sat at the table in the middle of the room, recalling the dangers of the day's battle.

The black-robed wizard at the advanced apprentice level has strong spiritual power, smooth spell casting, well-equipped equipment, and rich combat experience. Even within the same level, he is definitely a strong man.

He could survive his hand and eventually fight back.

In addition to the huge gap in strength level between the two parties, the other party will inevitably have a lot of contempt for themselves. The most important thing is...

The power and shock brought by the master-level [Energy Missile]!

Thinking of this, Ronan couldn't help but open his character panel.

[Name: Ronan Damien]

【Age: 16】

[Talent: No Attribute Affinity]

[Strength: Level 5 Wizard Apprentice (11%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation (Expert 219/800)

Energy Missile—Particle Torrent (Master 1/1600)

Charged Weapons (Mastery 344/400)

Rune engraving - clean (177/200 proficiency), shining (27/200 proficiency), protection (13/100 entry level)

Ascetic training (mastery 105/400)

Basic swordsmanship (mastery 395/400)

Fireball (Introductory 10/100)

Ice Hockey (Introductory 20/100)

Detection (Proficiency 8/200)]

Master-level energy missile!

In the battles with the black-robed wizard and the Warcraft, Ronan unknowingly maxed out the last point of proficiency of the expert-level [Energy Missile] when he was about to escape, and successfully broke through to the master level.

The [Energy Missile] with proficiency promoted to the master level, not only did the spell form and spell strength undergo a radical transformation, but the original skill name also had a suffix called [Particle Torrent].

"Particle Torrent."

Ronan looked at the panel and whispered these four words.

Recalling the scene when he used the master-level [Energy Missile], that breath drained all his mental power and absorbed the black particles condensed by the vast amount of free energy particles. When it was launched, it really gave people a terrifying momentum of a torrent rushing out, crushing and destroying everything.

Thinking about it now, I still feel shocked.

He was just a beginner at the master level, with only 1 point of proficiency, but he directly crossed several small realms and killed a powerful senior wizard apprentice on the spot!

This power, is it comparable to the first-level spells that can only be practiced by formal wizards? !

"After the proficiency is promoted to master level, [Energy Missile] seems to have completely transformed into another spell."

Ronan couldn't help but think of the content of the black-robed man's muttering before his death.

There was a word mentioned in it that left a deep impression on him.

It seems to be called something.

Domain of Law? !

"Da-Da-Da"

Ronan tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden table, and in the crisp and rhythmic sound, he finally remembered the full name of the word.

"Supernatural... Domain of Law!"