Wizard Bloodline

Ronan put away the two high-level magic stones given by Jerome, and then he had time to check the situation around him. He saw many dazed faces.

Ronan has lived in Water Drop Street for so long. Although he has always practiced hard and rarely goes out, there are many people who live nearby and recognize him.

In the impression of many people, Ronan is just an ordinary young wizard.

Maybe his strength is a little stronger than the average low-level apprentice wizards, but it is not much stronger.

After all, who would live in a ghost place like Water Drop Street if they are really capable.

However, the strength shown by Ronan tonight directly stunned them.

Two high-level apprentice black-robed wizards are cruel, and killing low-level wizards is like killing chickens.

The two of them joined forces to besiege Ronan, but Ronan killed one of them cleanly in a few rounds, and the remaining one chose to escape in the end.

Such a mysterious and fierce person, even the official wizards of the academy praised him, and the person who was willing to be won over by them actually lived in the same block as them? !

Many people even felt unreal for a moment about the huge reversal, as if they were in an absurd dream.

Until

the painful and suppressed moans and howls pulled them back to reality.

"It's a poison spell."

Old Wells led Venicia and Cheryl to come up hurriedly.

Having seen Ronan kill the senior apprentice Black Robe single-handedly when he was level 5, Old Wells was a little numb to Ronan's performance tonight.

More than being shocked, he was deeply afraid.

"Unless there is a high-level antidote, there is no hope..."

Looking at the person lying on the street, his whole body was green, and his expression was twisted with pain, Old Wells showed some sympathy and pity on his face.

"Poison spell..."

Ronan saw those low-level wizards who fell to the ground due to poisoning and died in pain, and remembered the large green phosphorescence that flew out from under the second Black Robe's robe at the beginning of the battle, and pursed his lips tightly.

The other party should have cast the spell at that time.

The range of the spell was very large, and the green phosphorescent fire floated everywhere, almost covering half of the long street, and even the next block could hear faint cries.

Fortunately, not many people were hit, and only a few people were unfortunately hit by the phosphorescent light.

"Don't touch her body, or you..."

Old Wells was about to remind a wizard couple who were crying while holding their dead only son, but in just a few breaths, the couple fell to the ground with distorted faces.

Both the couple were very young, and the little boy who died first looked about the same age as Cheryl.

Old Wells sighed heavily, and Ronan reached out to cover Cheryl's eyes.

"Let's go!"

Ronan took a breath and made a quick decision, "Let's leave first. We can't stay here tonight. Come back tomorrow when the spell effect completely dissipates."

No one had any objections, and Old Wells said to notify the Qiao Lin couple.

When Ronan and the black robe started fighting, the two of them were still packing up.

The group hurried to the residence of the Qiao Lin couple.

As a result, before they reached the place, everyone's footsteps all stopped.

Only to see the door of the Qiao Lin couple's cabin more than ten meters away from them.

A one-armed middle-aged man knelt on the snow, holding a cold corpse tightly in one hand, wandering and sobbing helplessly like a sad beast.

He kept repeating the name "Elsa Elsa..." in his mouth.

Finally, under the cold moonlight, he gradually died down.

The chaos in the town was completely quelled in the second half of the night, and the rumors about the fall of Hoddam were naturally refuted.

At dawn, a large number of new tasks were refreshed on the college's call-up notice board.

The core of these tasks is almost only one - hunting black robes!

As long as you offer the scalp of the black robe wizard in the Forest of Death, you can get magic stones, potions, magic tools, inheritance, and any other rewards you want!

The warm sun of winter hangs high, and the morning light is like a layer of white gauze, without any temperature.

Outside the gate of Hoddam College, in front of the tall iron gate covered with ivy, the fog of the past has dissipated, and a small table has appeared.

"Go, go, go! Where did you get a few pieces of rotten scalp to pretend to be a black robe, and you want to exchange it for the qualification to enter the college for further study. Do you really think we are idiots who can be fooled at will?"

In front of the small table, a curly-haired young man with the badge of Hoddam College was driving the people in front of him impatiently like driving away flies.

The middle-aged gray-robed wizard whose trick was exposed blushed, put away the things on the table embarrassedly, turned around and walked away quickly.

"How many people have you spent this morning?"

Beside the long table, a young man who was dozing with his legs crossed took off the beautiful wizard hat covering his face, yawned and said.

The curly-haired man shook his head and muttered, "Who knows?"

The academy is really stupid. Do they really expect these wandering wizards who have never taken a proper spell class to help save the situation?

I doubt if they can recite a complete zero-level low-level spell when standing in front of the black robe."

"I didn't expect them to be able to exert much combat power. I just wanted to find some people to die to fill the recent manpower gap."

The young man holding the mage hat whispered: "The Forest of Death Rattles is almost running out of money. At first, the people we saw were all formal members, but now... they are all wandering black robes, and each of them doesn't even have the lowest level." The level of corrosive missiles are useless, and they are similar to the wandering gray robes here who pretend to be rotten orangutan scalps to collect rewards."

When Curly Hair heard this, he couldn't help but be curious, "Are the official black-robed members of the Forest of Deathrattles really that powerful? I listen to you guys from the hunting team chatting every day, and I feel like everyone on the other side is a monster."

The young man in the mage hat looked slightly condensed and said: "It's much more powerful than you imagined.

Those who can become a formal member of the Forest of Deathrattles must be mid-level apprentice wizards who are the weakest. Moreover, the Forest of Deathrattles is not an academic wizard organization like our Hoddam, with a strong academic atmosphere and relative peace.

Their rules of survival are much crueler, and those who are eliminated within the rules usually only end up dead.

How could wizards trained in such an environment not be powerful? Official black robes generally have strong combat capabilities.

Under normal circumstances, we need at least two people to deal with a black-robed wizard of the same level..."

"So exaggerated?!"

There's something unbelievable about the curly hair.

While the two were chatting, a figure appeared in front of them.

The sun cast a shadow on the long table from behind the person. The curly haired man sitting in front of the long table squinted his eyes and could barely see the person coming.

He is a tall and slender young man with chestnut hair and a very masculine and handsome appearance. There is an inexplicable calmness in his lake-blue eyes, which makes people think of a frozen lake in winter.

"I'll redeem the reward."

The young man spoke, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

I don’t know how many strange people I met throughout the morning, and how many ridiculous tricks they tried to fish in troubled waters. When Curly Hair heard the other party’s intention, he was a little uninterested and said lazily: “Take out the scalp and let’s examine it. "

Without thinking, the young wizard shook his head, "I don't have a scalp."

Curly Hair was instantly happy.

"What are you doing without a scalp?"

Curly Hair raised his hand angrily and amusedly, "Let's go, let's not make trouble here."

The boy didn't say anything, he just stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the table.

When he took his hand away from the table, there were three more black badges the size of coins and similar styles on the table.

“I don’t have Black Robe’s scalp, but I have the Forest of Deathrattle identity badge I got from Black Robe.

May I? "

The young man looked at the two of them with a questioning look in his eyes.

The curly-haired man looked blankly at the three badges on the table with the images of the forest of dead bodies and the scarlet blood moon, and then turned to look in the direction of the young man in the mage hat next to him.

The next moment, the two people in front of the long table stood up abruptly almost in unison, and all the laziness and leisureliness on their bodies disappeared completely.

"Of course you can."

The young man in the mage hat reached out and picked up a badge, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. Then he looked at the gray-robed young man in front of him and asked in a low voice with a tone of shock and disbelief: "What do you want to exchange for?"

"Ferry ticket. The fastest way out of Hodderdam."

The young man calmly said word by word: "Three."

Until the handsome young man in gray robe left, the two young men with curly hair and wizard hats in front of the long table had not yet recovered from the previous shock and shock.

"Really or not?"

Curly Hair grabbed a badge, and still can't believe it, "Isn't this a new trick to deceive people?"

The expression of the young man in the mage hat was more doubtful than he was. He was looking at a badge over and over again, but he said: "It's true, I recognize the undead aura on it.

Each of these badges is unique and represents the status of an official member of the Forest of Deathrattles. Just like our green vine badge, it cannot be faked at all."

"Doesn't that mean that the wandering gray-robed man who just left, who looks a few years younger than us, single-handedly killed three mid-level apprentices in black robes?!"

Curly Hair dropped the badge in his hand and shook his head, "I can't accept it. This is too incredible."

At this time, the young man in the mage hat seemed to notice something, and reached out to pick up the largest of the three badges.

He turned the badge over to the reverse side of the pattern. When he noticed a faint gray-white pattern around the edge of the badge, he suddenly froze in a daze.

Curly Hair noticed something strange about his companion and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Did you find something wrong?"

It's fake, right? I'm just saying, how can a homeless gray robe be so kind to me? I'm going to catch that kid back now! "

Curly Hair yelled and was about to run out from behind the table, but was caught by the young man in the wizard hat.

"That's not right."

The young man in the wizard hat slowly raised his head, with an indescribable, weird and strange expression on his face.

He raised his right hand, showed the side of the badge in his hand to Curly Hair, and then said in a low voice: "This badge has a bone mark on it, it is not an ordinary black robe badge.

It is an identity badge that only elite members of the Forest of Deathrattles are eligible to obtain.

This kid...had the blood of the senior wizard apprentice's black robe on his hands."

"ah?!"

Curly Hair's mouth opened wide, and his whole person instantly froze in place with a dull expression.

"Huhu——"

The huge Dharma ship, like an ancient whale, broke through the white fog and slowly rose into the sky.

The power of the rune circle set off strong winds, making the robes of the wizards on the deck rustle.

Old Wells's white hair was blown messy by the wind, and it looked a little funny on his head. Even if he tried to suppress it with his hood, it couldn't affect his excited and emotional heart at this moment.

"Hoddam."

Old Wells whispered these four words, and his eyes swept over the town and streets below, and the snow-covered wilderness and forest in the distance.

Finally, he turned back and fell on a slender figure in a gray robe below.

"Ronan."

Old Wells' eyes were filled with complex emotions.

In his impression, the other party seemed to be just the little fat man who would run in the forest every morning, but in a blink of an eye, he became what he is now.

"In the future, I can also brag to people in the tavern that a few barbecues have exchanged for an old life, and a wizard ship ticket worth thousands of gold"

Old Wells laughed at himself and turned his head to look around.

Next to him stood Vinicia and Cheryl. Cheryl's hair was spread out, fluttering like seaweed in the wind. She grabbed her cheeks with both hands, trying to tear off a thin layer of skin.

Cheryl kept sprinkling medicine on Vinicia's hands and body, rubbing her hands randomly, rubbing off some black scale-like things.

"Don't do stupid things!"

Old Wells reached out and held Vinicia's wrist firmly.

Cheryl's little head drooped down, and she stopped the action in her hand.

At this time, the two of them were like a pair of naughty children who were plotting something bad, but were caught by their parents.

"I, I..."

Vinicia's cheeks, which were mottled white under the dark yellow, were flushed, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she wanted to defend herself aggrievedly.

"I know what you want to do."

Old Wells' heart softened, and he whispered, "But don't forget where we are now. Getting on the boat doesn't mean we are absolutely safe. Ronan won't be around in the future, so we should be more careful. Do you understand what I mean? Venetia."

Veneetia nodded with a look of disappointment on her face, and then looked down unwillingly, looking at the figure who was watching them, with a timid and reluctant look.

Cheryl lay on the edge of the boat, mumbling in a muffled voice.

"Lord Ronan... I'm afraid you will never know what Sister Winnie looks like. I don't know, Sister Winnie..."

Old Wells reached out and touched Cheryl's little head, and said softly.

"Not forever. We will meet Ronan again sooner or later."

Until the wizard ship carrying Old Wells and the other two turned into a small black dot and completely disappeared in the clouds, Ronan turned around and jumped off the platform, slowly returning to the way he came.

After the three left, Ronan felt relieved and relaxed.

The unfortunate death of Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Lin had a great impact on Ronan.

So much so that after the academy issued a new order to hunt down the black robes, he immediately took out the three black robe badges of the Forest of Dead Words that he had obtained when he was packing his storage waist bag, exchanged them for tickets, and sent Old Wells and the other two away.

Although Old Wells had said that Cheryl was still young and did not need to take up a ticket, Ronan still exchanged three tickets for safety.

As for himself, he did not have a strong desire to leave Hoddam.

The battle between Hoddam and the Forest of Dead Words became increasingly intense, and the academy continued to take various measures to encourage the wandering gray robes to join the battle.

Ronan felt that this time was a rare opportunity for him.

Perhaps it would allow him to gather all the resources needed to impact the official wizard more quickly.