Wizard Bloodline

The Burning God Potion is the key to promoting the spiritual transformation of apprentice-level wizards, and is also one of the indispensable conditions for a wizard apprentice to be promoted to a formal wizard.

For wizard apprentices, especially those in the wandering group, they are really cherished!

The materials for refining the Burning God Potion are very rare for apprentices and are extremely difficult to obtain.

This key that opens the official wizard's door has always been firmly controlled by the academy, and is rarely sold even in potions stores in the dwarf market.

In Hoddam, most of the God-burning potions produced will be first supplied to the wizards in the academy.

Ronan had always wanted to join the academy, and a very important reason was for the so-called God-Burning Potion.

Unexpectedly, when I was sorting out the storage pocket of the black-robed wizard in the Forest of Deathrattles, I unexpectedly got a bottle.

Ronan carefully put away the Burning God potion and put it back into his storage bag as if it were a treasure, his heart filled with joy.

It is said that the worse the qualifications of an apprentice, the more Burning God Potions are needed to be promoted to a formal wizard.

A bottle of Burning God Potion may not be enough for Ronan.

But after all, it is still early for him to be qualified to become an official wizard, so he can continue to plan slowly.

Turning his attention back to his notes, Ronan was also very interested in the genre choices that Dead Black Robe had planned after being promoted to a formal wizard.

One of the keywords mentioned repeatedly - soul sigil, made Ronan very curious.

This thing seems to be extremely important for the practice after becoming a formal wizard, and it also involves the choice of magic schools.

Unfortunately, there was no detailed explanation in the note, and Ronan could only put his doubts back in his heart.

Turned back again.

That’s it for the notes.

Ronan glanced at the remaining things on the table, divided them into three categories: those that were useful to him, those that were useless, and those that needed to be disposed of as soon as possible, and placed them in three storage waist bags.

After gathering my mood, I opened the door and walked out of the hut.

Today is cloudy, with light snow falling in the sky and a biting wind.

Ronan has a strong body, and the robe he wears has a [constant temperature] function, so he doesn't feel too cold.

Standing at the door and looking in one direction, you can see the orange-red light reflecting on the windows of Venetia's cabin.

"She didn't go either..."

Ronan's eyes flashed slightly.

Today was a rather special day - the Barrys and his son left with the pharmacist they called a great figure, and most of the people who had attended the dinner they had invited went to see them off.

Ronan recalled the sound of the boat he heard while packing his black robe storage bag... It was estimated that both of them were already on their way out of Hoddam at this moment.

Just as he was thinking about it, several figures slowly walked from the other end of Shuidi Street.

It was Old Wells and others who had returned from seeing them off.

Ronan watched as several people approached. The Qiaolin couple seemed to have bad expressions. Old Wells came up to talk to him and scanned around, but did not see Jacob.

Ronan didn't think much about it, but the next moment he received a series of news from Old Wells that made him stunned——

Jacob went with the ship and the Barrys.

No one knows when he secretly found Barry in private or how he persuaded him.

Before leaving, Sean actually planned to jump off the boat and escape, but Barry pulled him back and slapped him hard.

"It's just an ordinary moving task, how could it be dangerous!

I think anyone with a first-level apprenticeship will go! ..”

"That's someone else. I really don't want anything to happen to you, Qiao Lin. You are my husband."

"You just think that without an arm, I'm not even as good as a first-level apprentice. You think I'm a useless person!"

"Bang--"

The sound of jars and dishes falling to the floor, mixed with the faint sobbing of a woman, came from the hut.

Ronan stood on the snow in front of the cabin, frowning as he watched the shadow of the man reflected in the candlelight on the window walking around like an irritable and restless hyena.

"Why is he like this now?"

He turned to look at Old Wells beside him.

In Ronan's impression, the wizard Qiao Lin has a gentle personality, submissive and even a bit submissive. However, now he appears to be gloomy, irritable, incompetent and irritable. It is said that he is also drunk.

Old Wells seemed to know something about the inside story and whispered: "Since Jacob left with Barry and his son...his mood has been very unstable..."

Ronan turned around, shook his head and commented: "If this continues, something will happen to him sooner or later."

Old Wells said nothing and walked slowly back along the snow-covered streets with Ronan.

On the way, the two of them would occasionally run into wizards wrapped in gray robes and walking in a hurry.

Compared with before, there were much fewer people on Shuidi Street during the day. Most people were busy with various tasks issued by the college. They left early and came back late. Sometimes they might even need to travel for several days.

"The tasks posted on the recruitment cards during this period are becoming more and more difficult. There are very few tasks similar to collecting items. I estimate that after a while, low-level tasks without risks will be completely cancelled.

At that time, the so-called recruitment order may become completely different."

Ronan listened to Old Wells whispering in his ear, and a slightly complicated look gradually appeared on his face.

This is almost inevitable.

When the academy issued a recruitment order to the wandering gray robes, it was naturally not just looking for someone to help move things and collect magic potions.

First, we will issue some tasks that are not difficult to let the wandering gray robes taste the sweetness and relax their guard. Then, they will be really needed.

Cannon fodder? Dead soldiers?

Several words popped up in Ronan's mind.

There must be more people who can see this clearly than him and Old Wells, but there are not many people who can really not be affected. Most people are helpless, including him.

"Oh, by the way, is there any progress on the ticket?"

Ronan suddenly remembered and asked Old Wells.

But Old Wells's reaction made his heart sink.

He frowned and told Ronan that the wizard who had previously released the news that he could get the ticket had not shown up for several days, and the people who had paid the deposit earlier were now looking for him everywhere.

"Forget it, if it is a liar, at least we have no loss now."

Old Wells ended the topic, stopped, took out a small oak box from under his robe, and handed it to Ronan.

"There is one more thing I want to tell you, Ronan."

"This morning, Andre and his sister have also left.

They asked me to give this thing to you, saying that it is to express my gratitude for your help last time."

Andre.

Ronan was startled, and subconsciously took the oak box from Old Wells.

Speaking of which, he really hadn't seen the half-elf brother and sister for a long time.

Since leaving the forest, they have never met again.

Unexpectedly, the next time they mentioned it, they were completely separated.

"Are they also taking a boat?"

Ronan opened the oak box and found only a black seed inside.

"No.

They are going to walk through the forest."

Old Wells' answer reminded Ronan of the nicknames of the half-elf brother and sister as jungle survival experts.

Crossing the forest is a "dead end" for ordinary wizards, but it may not be for them.

"Did they say where they were going?"

Ronan asked, he couldn't recognize the origin of the seeds in the box.

Old Wells thought for a moment and replied, "It seems that they are preparing to go to the Northern Highlands."

"Northern Highlands."

Ronan silently recited these four words and looked up to the north, but he could only see the gray sky covered with snow clouds.

Ronan forgot which wizard book he saw it in.

It is said that the Northern Highlands... that is where elves and barbarians gather.