Wizard Bloodline

Ronan grabbed the staff and walked out of the hut, only to find the fire outside.

In the direction of the academy and the dwarf market, raging fires burned the night sky red for half the sky. The fog in the center seemed to disperse a little, and some figures could be vaguely seen moving rapidly in the light of the fire.

Shuidi Street is located at the very edge of the town. Ronan couldn't see clearly what happened at the location of the fire, but he could clearly feel the spread of chaos.

Many people ran out of the house with looks of fear and panic on their faces.

Old Wells hurried over in the night.

"What happened?"

Ronan shook his head and was about to answer that he didn't know either.

At this time, a louder and more violent sound came from far away.

"Boom!"

Ronan suddenly turned his head and looked around. He saw that in the center of the town, several huge fireballs were born, and they suddenly turned into huge rings of fire the moment they hit something.

Even from such a long distance, Ronan seemed to be able to feel the rolling heat wave coming towards his face, and imagined the terrifying high temperature raised when the ring of fire spread.

"Formal wizard-level powerhouse."

Ronan looked dazed and murmured in shock.

Immediately afterwards, various messages were delivered from the front.

"Black robe! There is a black robe wizard from the Forest of Deathrattles in the town, killing people everywhere!"

"The academy has fallen! The black-robed wizards are coming!"

"Run quickly!..."

In an instant, the lower-level gray robes who were watching and inquiring on the street got into a mess and fled in all directions.

Although Ronan refused to believe that a college as powerful as Hoddam would be suddenly captured overnight, it was undeniable that he had indeed been affected.

"Hurry back and tell others to pack their things and gather on the street!"

"good!"

Ronan quickly discussed the decision with Old Wells, and the latter left quickly.

Ronan basically carried all his belongings with him, and there was nothing to take care of.

He turned around and went into the house to quickly collect a few items that he had not had time to put into his storage bag. When he went out, he saw that Old Wells and the others had not come yet. He listened to the sound of explosions that kept ringing in his ears, and the faint sounds in the night. Cries for help and screams came from

After thinking for a while, he took a few steps forward and climbed to the highest roof nearby, standing on the roof and looking around.

Under the flickering firelight, there were wandering gray robes fleeing in panic everywhere, and the chaos was accompanied by blood and killings.

Ronan's eyes suddenly focused. With his outstanding eyesight, he could clearly see a black shadow flying up and down like a night bat somewhere a few long streets away.

During the action, his hands swayed out a large area of ​​mysterious green, scattering like phosphorus fire. The wandering gray robe who came slightly closer immediately fell down without saying a word.

Just as Ronan stared for a while, the lives of seven or eight gray robes were taken away by the black shadow.

"Damn it!"

Ronan felt an unknown fire rising from the bottom of his heart. He clenched his fists under his robe and wanted to rush forward, but was restrained by reason.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of the black shadow in Ronan's vision.

The next second, a slender figure wearing a black robe appeared on a roof four or five houses away from Ronan.

Under the black robe, a cold gaze was cast at him. Their eyes met and they were silent.

Ronan calmed down instantly, staring at the black robe, his legs began to gather strength, and he was already planning to retreat.

However, at this moment, an extremely strong sense of crisis arose, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Bang!"

The snow-covered spiers of the house exploded in the moonlight.

Ronan landed steadily with a backflip, and the hem of his wide gray robe hung down like the wings of a big bird.

Holding the staff that appeared out of thin air in his right hand, he stood up slowly and looked gloomily at the two figures that appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.

Except for the man in black robe whom I had seen before on the roof. He was slender and completely hidden in his robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

There was also a bald man with a pale face and cold eyes looking at him. There were still traces of the spell cast on his body. It was obvious that he had cast the spell that had just attacked Ronan.

The three of them stood quietly on the empty street of Shuidi Street. The pale moonlight shone on the snow-covered street without any warmth.

The wandering wizards who had packed up their belongings and were preparing to run away had just stepped out of their rooms and saw the three people confronting each other on the street. They didn't know what to do.

Everyone stood there with fearful expressions, not daring to move.

"Lord Ronan"

A timid voice came from behind, but it was quickly silenced.

Even though Ronan tried his best to appear unmoved, Cheryl's call still caught the other person's attention.

The latter's eyes fell on Ronan and deflected, looking past him in the direction behind him.

Ronan instantly became nervous.

He seemed to see the face hidden under the black robe and smiled silently, then followed

The other party raised his hands, and countless green phosphorescent lights danced out from under his robe.

"You go first!"

Ronan roared in response to the old Wells and the others behind him. At the same time, he exerted force on his feet and took the initiative to meet the two black robes in front of him like arrows.

Several dark green corrosive light balls flew towards him.

"Kill one first."

"Kill one more!"

Ronan's eyes were filled with a cold color like a broken edge. His empty left hand under his robe was slightly raised, and his mental power surged out. The cold wind carried the broken snow to form a small vortex between his five fingers. A deep light quickly expanded and was finally thrown out by Ronan fiercely!

[Energy Missile]!

Although it was only at the expert level.

But with the blessing of Ronan's mental power as a seventh-level apprentice, this energy missile still exploded with a terrifying power beyond the general zero-level high-level spell.

As the huge dark blue and black light ball whistled forward, the snow on both sides of the long street melted, and a fierce hurricane was set off under the high-pressure energy field!

Facing two opponents at the same time, Ronan didn't want to activate the extraordinary domain right away. That might kill one of them directly, but it would also put himself in a state of "weak and empty blue" for a moment.

Even if he carried a potion to restore mental power with him, it would take some time to drink the medicine and wait for the effect to take effect.

The terrifying blue-black ball of light hit several dark green corrosive missiles and exploded.

The two black-robed men retreated in the aftermath of the spell explosion, and their faces were all moved.

Ronan forced his way out of the center of the explosion against the aftermath and the chaotic energy particle wind. He raised his left hand and a red light flashed between his palms.

Immediately afterwards, a fist-sized fireball and another expert-level energy missile flew towards the black-robed man closest to him.

The latter was obviously startled and retreated rapidly, with the light of the energy shield on his body. Ronan's long robe fluttered and he chased after him like a big bird.

The other bald man took this opportunity to chant quickly with a gloomy face.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded from a distance, and several houses collapsed.

The bald man who was chanting glanced in the direction of the noise from the corner of his eye, his face twitched slightly, but the action of chanting the spell on his mouth was not affected at all.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared quietly in front of him like a ghost.

The bald man was startled, but when he felt the intact high-level energy shield outside his body, his expression immediately calmed down.

Then he looked at the opponent in front of him coldly as if he was looking at a dead person.

He raised the staff in his hand slightly, and the spell that had almost completed all the guidance was about to be cast at the opponent's chest.

The latter seemed to have not seen his action at all, but just used the staff in his hand to make a sword-wielding action like an ordinary warrior.

A faint light like water tore the staff body, and the sharp edge burst out, and then silently slashed on the protective shield outside the bald man's body.

At the moment of encountering the obstruction, the palm holding the head of the staff suddenly clenched, exerted force, and exploded.

"Bang!"

The light of the protective shield suddenly broke, and the blue light flashed in the night.

"Uh uh."

The bald man covered his neck with both hands, but still couldn't stop the large amount of blood from oozing out from between his fingers. His eyes widened, and he fell on his back with a look of shock and disbelief.

Ronan wiped the blood splashed on his face, held the sword with one hand, and cast his eyes on the remaining black robe with a somewhat ferocious expression, and strode away.

"Senior apprentice? Black robe?! Ha!"

After dealing with one opponent, Ronan seemed much calmer with one left.

The tip of the black long sword stained with the blood of the dead bald man drooped, slowly dragging a long trail on the snow.

Ronan stared at the position where the remaining black robe disappeared, took out a bottle of potion from his waist bag, bit off the cork with his mouth, and drank it slowly.

The lowest level of spirit recovery potion costs thirty low-level magic stones per bottle, but he can't care about the pain now.

Ronan knew very well that his expert-level energy missile just now did not cause much damage to the opponent. He put almost all his energy into the close-range sneak attack on another bald black robe.

This guy is stronger than the dead bald black robe. It is estimated that he has entered the ninth level of apprentice.

He has been dormant for such a long time and has not escaped. He must be brewing some powerful spell.

Just thinking about it, Ronan's heart suddenly tightened.

He almost had no time to think, and he instinctively rolled to the side to hide.

"Shua——"

Ronan only glimpsed a thick and dark shadow, like a rapidly extending sickle sliding silently towards him.

The cold breath gave him goose bumps on his back even from a distance.

A large black shadow silently fell over the place where Ronan had stood before, leaving an unfathomable narrow gully on the ground.

Almost without any pause, the shadow surged, and another piercing coldness slashed towards Ronan.

Ronan was like a flea being chased and chopped, dodging constantly.

Wherever he passed, the hard ground broke, and the houses collapsed quickly. All the broken edges were smooth and flat, like butter cut by a hot knife.

It is unimaginable how terrible the killing power would be if such "sharpness" fell on a person.

"Huh——"

Ronan seized an opportunity, crushed the stone slab under him with one foot, and the whole person suddenly shot out a long distance.

The fluttering gray robe was rubbed by the shadow that followed closely, and a large piece of the hem fell lightly on the snow.

Ronan had a blank expression on his face, and his mental power that had been fully restored was like boiling water. The aura of the domain of law rose around him, and the master-level [Energy Missile-Particle Torrent] was ready to be used at any time.

At this time, the black-robed man who had been staring at Ronan and chasing him had also walked out of the darkness. His spell seemed to have ended, and the rolling shadows dissipated.

The eyes hidden under the black robe looked at Ronan deeply, full of shock and fear.

After that, he chose not to entangle with Ronan anymore, and the whole person jumped into the air like a bat.

However, before he could make a move in the next second, a huge fireball came with a raging heat and light, hitting his body accurately.

"Boom!"

The black and red waves like magma turned into a huge ring of fire and spread around, and the sky of an entire block was reflected in red.

When the overwhelming magma fire wave overturned, Ronan had no time to dodge, and could only watch the horror coming.

Fortunately, the heat and fire immediately shrank in the next moment.

Two figures appeared in the night sky, standing in the air, looking down at Ronan coldly.

Ronan looked stunned, whispering.

"A formal wizard-level strongman..."

"What's your name?"

The majestic voice shook the air, as if it had its own rhythm of chanting spells.

The man who asked Ronan the question was a middle-aged man in his forties, with short hair and a flame-shaped tattoo on his face.

Next to the man, there was a fair-skinned, beautiful woman wearing a gray-blue robe, who looked much younger than the man.

"Ronan. Ronan Damien."

Ronan came back to his senses, lowered his head, and quickly replied, "Hello, adults."

This was the first time Ronan had seen and faced a formal wizard-level figure.

The other party's mental power was so strong that Ronan felt it was as dazzling as the sun, and even the surrounding darkness was dispelled.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. Ronan's heart was beating fast, even faster than when he was fighting just now.

"Ronan, right..."

The short-haired male wizard nodded and said in a gentle tone: "You did a good job.

You are really suitable to join our hunting team to snipe the black robe.

How about it? The status and treatment of the hunting team members are equivalent to elite students, which is much higher than that of ordinary formal students."

"Uh"

Ronan was stunned when he heard this, and was a little caught off guard.

The short-haired man saw his reaction and didn't say much, but just said lightly: "Go back and think about it carefully. Once you have decided, go directly to the academy and report my name Jerome. Someone will arrange everything for you."

After that, the short-haired man casually threw two shiny things to Ronan.

Ronan subconsciously caught it, looked down, and his heart skipped a beat.

There were two magic stones in his hand.

High-level magic stones!

"This is your reward for blocking the black robe in the Deathrattle Forest...We will take away the body of the black robe you killed."

After that, the short-haired man turned and walked away, not giving Ronan any chance to refuse.

Ronan watched the two official wizards of Hoddam go away, looked at the high-level magic stone in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he was speechless for a moment.

The short-haired man flew in the air, chanting non-stop.

From time to time, he threw a fireball that was far superior to ordinary fireball spells in terms of color, size, and temperature to a certain place where chaos broke out.

When the fireball exploded, it would definitely spread out a lava-like fire ring, and then the source of the chaos in that area would be extinguished.

"Jerome, you actually invited a little wandering wizard and left your name."

The young and beautiful female wizard in a gray-blue robe followed, still expressing her disbelief at the short-haired man's previous performance.

"Do you know that the two stink bugs from the Forest of Death killed several of our senior students?"

The short-haired man said coldly with an expressionless face: "Five, including two top apprentices whose spiritual power has been gasified.

But they were blocked by a wandering wizard with the strength of only a seventh-level apprentice, one died and the other escaped.

Such talents, isn't it worth Jerome's personal invitation?"

The beautiful female wizard fell into deep thought, "From this point of view, this kid's performance is indeed amazing..."

"Well, he has a strong talent for combat and spells.

He was born as a wandering wizard, and his strength is completely unsystematic. I think the two spells he used are also the most common low-level zero-level.

But he can practice to this level. The strength of this kind of strength, the determination and perseverance alone are not comparable to those of ordinary apprentices.

We are short of such people now."

The short-haired man narrowed his eyes, looked ahead to the darkness, and whispered: "The news of the Key of Nefa has almost driven the guys in the Forest of Death completely crazy... They even sent a group of apprentice wizards to create chaos in the town, trying to find an opportunity to open the gap in the rune array... Such a bad idea can be thought of.

What a ridiculous and pathetic group of guys."

"Once people are anxious, they can do anything stupid."

The beautiful female wizard sneered and said: "They know very well that after a period of time, there will be no chance. "

"Yes..."