Wizard Bloodline

"Idiot! What are you still standing there for?! Hurry up and do it!"

The sudden appearance of the young wizard shocked the young wizards. Lynch, the leader, was the first to react. He urged Harry, who was in a daze, with a gloomy face, to make arrangements quickly.

"You two stay here. You, hold him off with me..."

The burning flaming axe appeared again. Lynch narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him. He said slowly: "No, we need to kill him."

Almost at the moment when Lynch finished speaking, the flaming axe suspended above his head was whistling and slashing towards the boy.

The surging flames on the axe came into contact with the surrounding icy airflow, stimulating a large amount of white gas, forming a rolling white tide that swept forward.

However, the next second, the surging white tide suddenly stopped and turned into countless ice particles again, which instantly floated in the air.

The handsome boy holding the ice spear casually pushed away the ice particles like a crystal bead curtain. Wherever he walked, the cold air dissipated and the heat wave receded.

Lin Qi watched the flames on the flaming axe he had thrown out become weaker and weaker. The axe blade, which was originally red and transparent, was immersed in ice water, and its luster quickly dimmed.

In this air, it seemed as if all the flame energy particles were ruthlessly driven away.

Only the ice energy particles were reveling, worshiping their king from the extremely cold country!

The anger on Lin Qi's face solidified, and his eyes showed a deep shock, shaking violently like the flames on burning steel that were about to go out.

Inexplicably, a trace of despair arose from the bottom of his heart, and the figure of the young man suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

The next moment, the energy shield outside his body suddenly broke silently, and the ice crystal spears with countless mysterious auras and flowing with dark blue flames rapidly enlarged in the agate pupils.

Lin Qi, who was shrouded in murderous intent, felt like falling into an ice cellar. The whole person was completely entangled by layers of despair like tentacles, and he could hardly have any resistance. There was only one thought surging in his mind.

"Who is this monster?!"

Ronan, with the despair domain activated, is the source of cold and despair.

Once he gets close to the opponent, the physical and mental impact on the opponent will surge to several times that of other positions in the domain, reaching an extreme.

With the blessing of [Charge Weapon-Breaking Power], Ronan easily tore open the protective shield and mental force field of the first-level late wizard in front of him, and the moment the ice crystal spear was about to pierce the opponent's head.

Ronan quietly stopped the momentum, and after a little thought, he turned the ice crystal spear in his hand and swept across the opponent's cheek with the spear body. With a muffled sound of broken facial bones, the first-level late metal wizard flew sideways like a sandbag.

Next.

Ronan's white hair was flying, wrapped in wind and snow, holding an ice spear, and it was completely impossible to tell which one was colder at this time, him or the surrounding ice and snow.

When his eyes calmly turned to another round-faced wizard beside him, the latter subconsciously stepped back, and several magic tools suspended around him began to glow rapidly.

Ronan thrust out the ice spear in his hand, and the deep blue aurora cold current gushing out from the tip of the spear penetrated the air and hit a circular magic tool. The strong cold air that was instantly generated directly froze the magic tool, whose surface had begun to light up with rune light, into a block of ice.

The round-faced wizard frantically urged the remaining magic tools at hand with a horrified expression, and a ball of blazing flames and bright blue plasma balls appeared in the air in front of him almost at the same time.

However, before these two first-level spells flew towards the target, Ronan's figure had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The aura of the despair domain enveloped them at a close distance, and the two spells that were ready to be launched withered at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye. The flames and plasma balls shrank rapidly, and then they were gently punctured one by one like fragile balloons under the ice crystal spears interwoven with the [Power of Breaking the Law], tearing and disintegrating.

When the tip of Ronan's spear, which was spewing out the message of ice, was quietly aimed at the round-faced wizard's eyebrows, the round-faced wizard, who was still holding a dark yellow crystal ball in his hand, saw that Ronan's eyes were full of shock and horror, and he kept repeating the words "This is impossible! How is this possible?!".

"Pah!"

A figure covered with frost flew out of the white courtyard and landed heavily on the dilapidated long street covered with ice debris.

There were three similar unconscious figures on the ground of the long street.

Ronan silently retracted his gaze, holding four storage waist bags in one hand, and slowly closed the half-rusted iron door with the other hand.

Turned around.

The last glow of the sunset sprinkled on a small courtyard covered with ice and snow, reflecting countless shining crystals.

The desolation and dilapidation of the courtyard in the past were covered up, and at this moment it seemed a bit beautiful.

Benigo sat in this beautiful crystal, silently inhaling and exhaling smoke.

Ronan walked up slowly, took out a small black wooden box containing the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree, and threw it out.

The wooden box drew a perfect arc under the afterglow of the setting sun, and was then caught steadily by Benigo.

"You were right not to kill them."

Benigo looked at the wooden box in his hand, stroked the lines on the surface of the wooden box with his fingers, and whispered: "The magic circle encourages internal competition, but does not allow internal consumption.

No one can bear the punishment for killing their comrades."

"So this is why you have been alive until now?"

Ronan had a blank expression on his face, "If I had known this earlier, I should have put the seeds at the door and turned around and left; or I would come in after they had finished with you."

To be honest, Ronan already regretted it.

He came to Benigo simply to fulfill his agreement to lend the other party the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree.

After arriving, he saw the unexpected rune array and realized that Benigo was in crisis inside the array. He struggled for a long time before finally choosing to take action.

Maybe it's because he wants to repay Benigo for the extra money he gave him outside of the deal?

Or do you pity the "unanswered" communication rune stone?

Ronan himself didn't know.

But he does regret it now. The price of his impulsiveness was that he completely gave up the opportunity to get out of the quagmire.

The storage pockets that Ronan took from the four wizards who were knocked unconscious by him could be regarded as a little comfort that Ronan reluctantly found for himself - he had already offended people anyway, so there was no need to offend him more harshly.

Ronan felt a sigh of relief in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it, because it was entirely his own fault.

However, this depressed mood soon dissipated.

——

This is a piece of black metal about the size of a human head with a cold and hard appearance.

Just put it quietly in front of Ronan.

"What are you"

Ronan's expression was one of surprise and surprise.

Just a few seconds ago, he had watched it flow out of Benigo's body like oil and crawl directly to his feet.

As a new metal wizard, he knew exactly what this piece of metal meant.

In the inheritance of metal spells, many spells require a medium to exert their powerful power, so almost every metal wizard carries a special piece of metal with him as a medium for casting spells.

In fact, the magic medium is quite important in the inheritance of many magic systems.

For example, plant wizards usually need to carry a large number of plant seeds with them, and undead wizards need to keep a variety of flesh and blood corpses and bones.

The piece of black metal in front of Ronan is undoubtedly Benigo's magic medium. Without this piece of metal, Benigo's strength will be reduced by at least two-thirds, or even more.

The wizards who had previously caused trouble for Benigo also came for this piece of metal, which proved how powerful and precious this metal medium was.

Now let’s see what Benigo means. Are you planning to give this thing to him? !

"It's not easy for a smart person like you to be stupid once. I'm even a little flattered."

Benigo stood up slowly from the steps with his pipe in hand.

The clothes on his body were completely soaked with blood and sweat, there was a shocking and hideous wound on his neck, and the ulcer on his left cheek seemed to have become more serious.

But there was no trace of injury or the inhuman pain he had just experienced in his eyes.

"Just think of it as extra compensation for you?"

Ronan frowned slightly, looking at the black metal at his feet with great excitement.

In the past three days, he has successfully mastered the core spell of the metal system [Activated Metal]. This was exactly when he lacked a suitable metal medium.

My original plan was to go to a magic tool shop and pick out a piece to use first.

But leaving aside whether he has enough magic stones to buy the cheapest alchemical metal, the cheap metals in the magic tool shop are definitely not comparable to Benigo, a metal that even the second-level wizards of the magic circle have to fight for. .

"Okay, no need to hesitate."

Seeing Ronan's hesitation, Benigo said calmly: "I never have the habit of taking back the things I give away.

and"

He paused and continued: "Although Nightmare Tungsten Steel is precious, it is an extremely rare spell medium for second-level metal wizards, and its attributes are excellent in all aspects.

But its shortcomings are also obvious

Its own energy will cause strong corrosive damage to the physical body.

Once your soul is not strong enough to suppress this counterattack."

Benigo reached out and touched his left cheek, which was as ulcerated as metal rust, and whispered: "You will end up like me.

To be honest, I don’t even know if giving it to you now is a good thing for you.”

"Is it because of the continuous erosion of dark energy particles?"

Ronan's eyes flashed slightly, he raised his hand slightly and took the piece of black metal on the ground into his hand.

Even if Benigo didn't say it, he had already felt the peculiarity of this piece of metal.

It turned out to be a rather rare dark-type material, and it had been emitting strong dark-type energy particles.

Under the sun, it can be clearly observed that the metal surface is actually emitting a trace of smoke-like black air, which is dark energy that has almost condensed into substance.

However, Ronan felt that this side effect of Nightmare Tungsten Steel might not be a big problem for him.

Because of the [Innocent Body], he has a huge light ball condensed with vitality in his body, which can repair the hidden wounds in the body in real time and expel all kinds of free energy particles that attempt to cause harm to the body.

The mental power in Ronan's mind quietly surged out. As the [Activated Metal] spell was cast, the black metal block in his hand levitated slightly, then melted back into a liquid state, flowing like a ball of black mercury.

"Benigo, is this the sword you once had?"

Ronan squinted his eyes and looked at the black mass in his hand under the setting sun.

Gradually, the black color began to extend upward, growing rapidly like a plant.

Finally, it grew into a dark, thick, and gorgeous one-handed long sword, floating quietly in Ronan's palm.

Under the sun, the long sword was surrounded by a faint black smoke, which seemed to contain some strange magic. Looking at it for a long time, it seemed to absorb people's eyes and souls.

". In the future, it will become more glorious in my hands."

Ronan looked at the long sword in his hand, murmured, and his slender and well-proportioned five fingers slowly grasped the hilt, feeling the slight chill of the metal.

Since Benigo had said so much, he had no reason to refuse or be hypocritical.

As Benigo said, this was a kind of "compensation" for the risk he took this time.

Because whether he was willing or not, they would be tied to each other more tightly after today.

"Let's talk somewhere else. I guess we can't stay here anymore."

Seeing Ronan put away the nightmare tungsten steel, Benigo's face eased. After looking around, he asked him to leave together.

Ronan did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

The two walked out of the courtyard together.

When passing the long street at the entrance, Ronan saw four wizards lying on the ground and couldn't help asking: "Which old enemy of yours sent these guys?"

Bannigo shook his head and denied: "Not an old opponent.

It's a person I don't know, named Travis.

Probably a rising star in the magic circle in recent years."

A figure walked slowly on the dilapidated and desolate long street.

This is a very young man.

He has a thin face, pale skin, and slender and beautiful fingers.

The black long hair is meticulously combed, and there are black diamond earrings on both earlobes.

He is wearing an exquisite and beautiful silver robe with three silver rings on the left chest of the robe.

There is a glow on the robe that is floating all the time, but the man gives people an inexplicable dark and deep temperament.

He is like a shadow that can swallow light. When he appears at the end of the long street, the whole long street becomes darker and more gloomy because of him.

The young man quickly walked to the location of 131 Tongding Street, which was almost completely razed to the ground.

Four unconscious figures were lying on the street in front of the door.

Inside, it was a messy magic battlefield, and there were traces of frost everywhere.

The young man's eyes lingered on the bodies of the four follower wizards on the street. There was a lot of coldness flowing in his eyes, but there was no expression on his face from beginning to end.

The man went into the courtyard again and took a simple turn.

After walking out, he didn't know when a communication stone appeared in his hand.

The man spoke calmly to the communication stone.

"I am Travis."

"Help me contact Lanny, and say"

"I have something that everyone is interested in, and I hope to sit down and talk with him."

"It's about Benigo and his descendants."