Wizard Bloodline

At the Blueberry Inn, Ronan stayed alone in the small training room, next to a cup of mint black tea that had just been brewed and was still steaming.

"A piece of legal resonance..."

He was thinking about several points Benigo mentioned to him today, and the one that concerned him the most was naturally the content about the extraordinary legal domain.

"Heart Soul Spell Domain"

He pondered these words over and over again, thinking, and opened his character panel.

Pick out a few spells that have already understood the power of the legal domain.

【Skill:

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 132/1600)

Charged Weapon-Spellbreaking Power (Master 141/1600)

Ice Hockey - Desperate Frozen (Master 27/1600)

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Benigo obviously didn't know that Ronan had at his disposal not two types of extraordinary powers, but three.

In addition to [Spell-Breaking Power] and [Desperate Frozen], there is also [Particle Torrent].

Ronan's eyes moved back and forth on these three master-level skills that derived from the extraordinary realm.

After the proficiency reaches one hundred points at the master level, it becomes extremely difficult and slow to improve each point of proficiency.

Ronan didn't think there was any problem before. Today, when Benigo pointed it out, he suddenly realized that this difficulty might also be caused by him practicing blindly. He only relied on the accumulation of insights brought by the panel during practice to improve. He never thought about it at all. Think about and understand the reasons yourself.

Benigo said that the power of the supernatural realm is not just a tool, but also the embodiment of the wizard's heart and soul.

It touched on something very deep that Ronan had been missing.

“The core of the legal domain controlled by Benigo is the indomitable and unstoppable momentum.

So what are the cores of each of the three extraordinary realms I have mastered? "

Ronan casually grabbed the carving knife he had at hand for engraving runes, used the tabletop of the experimental table as paper, and began to write lightly on the tabletop.

"The core of [Particle Torrent] is the majestic, crushing, unstoppable momentum as if a torrent is passing through."

Ronan carved the word "torrent" on the table and thought: "Energy particles run like torrents, torrents, torrents... what do torrents look like in reality?"

Ronan closed his eyes and tried to recall in his mind the scenes of torrents he had seen in his two lives.

The first thing that comes to mind is the sight of the mother river bursting its banks when I was traveling in my previous life.

The specific picture was already very blurry, but Ronan was deeply impressed by the vast turbidity in front of his eyes, thousands of horses in silence, the heaven and earth losing all sound, and the majestic momentum that seemed to be able to overthrow and flatten everything.

That was the first time he had truly felt the majestic power of nature, and his personal power was so feeble and insignificant in the face of this power.

In fact, from a certain perspective, energy particles are also natural forces. No matter how powerful a wizard is, they are nothing compared to the sky and the earth.

Perhaps they could achieve the feat of moving mountains and reclaiming seas, but this was only achieved by using their own power to leverage the power of nature.

Gradually, Ronan felt like he had grasped something.

The images of the mother river bursting its banks and the torrent of particles kept appearing alternately in his mind, and he even found some common points, with a tendency to gradually overlap.

"call--"

When Ronan broke away from the memories, his mind was still immersed in the slightly subtle understanding. He felt that he had more insights into [Particle Torrent] than before.

Subconsciously glanced at the character panel.

Ronan almost stood up from the table.

[Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 137/1600)]

"In just such a short time, you didn't even cast a spell. By just imagining it, your proficiency level increased by 5 points?"

Ronan was shocked, "Lao Ban is so capable. What he said is true. This method actually works!"

The changes in the data on the panel tell it all.

At this moment, Ronan felt as if he had opened up a new world...oh no, he felt like he was finally on the right path.

He hurriedly continued to sort out the core essence of the remaining two skills. The core of the legal domain of [Spell-Breaking Power] was very simple, which was disintegration.

Disintegrate the "formation" of energy particles and disrupt their original order.

But the picture of "disintegration" is really hard to imagine. Ronan racked his brains for a long time, but he couldn't find any experience or picture that could fit this core.

"The concept of disintegration is indeed a bit abstract. If you want to understand it deeply, you may have to observe the specific details and process of spell casting to understand it."

To put it simply, we need to find a few targets and let Ronan experience the changes in various aspects when the [Spell-Breaking Power] takes effect.

This cannot be achieved for the time being, so Ronan jumps directly to the third [Desperate Frozen] realm.

The core of the legal domain of [Despair Frozen] is the best to capture. The "Despair Domain" derived from the [Frozen Earth] rune has already explained everything.

Ronan doesn’t need to know too much about the experience of “despair”.

It can be as small as not bringing a pen when taking an exam, not bringing paper when going to the toilet, and finding out that I can't find my ticket after the high-speed train entered the station. It can be as big as being manipulated by Angele, being chased by Laura, and being forced to a desperate situation.

Ronan sat at the table with his eyes closed, constantly recalling various scenes related to "despair" in his mind. Gradually, his whole aura changed slightly.

A trace of depression, silence, and desolate despair slowly emanated from his body.

The aura became stronger and stronger, and eventually it even floated out of the training room and filled the entire room outside.

As the breath poured in, the air in the room seemed to stop flowing for a moment, and the sunlight coming in from the window lost its original luster, becoming lifeless and cold.

The few small flowers in the vase used as decoration on the table gradually looked like they were withering and dying.

Finally, Ronan opened his eyes.

"Only when you are in despair can you bring greater despair to your opponent."

Ronan murmured, and then stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows and temples, trying to get rid of the gloomy and depressed despair in his mind.

"Okay, let's stop here today. If I think about it any further, I'm afraid I'll go crazy..."

Ronan felt like he had a stone in his heart, heavy, and had an indescribable feeling of discomfort.

He checked his panel and saw that his master-level proficiency after [Ice Hockey - Desperate Freeze] had increased by a full twenty points in one breath!

If he relied purely on spellcasting practice, it would take at least half a month.

Ronan picked up the mint tea that had already cooled down and drank it all. He smacked his lips and felt that the tea, which was affected by his own despair, had become extremely bitter and unpalatable.

He got up and walked to the room outside, opened the window and took a long break before finally getting rid of the oppressive and uncomfortable atmosphere of despair.

"I found the right way."

Ronan, who had returned to normal and calm, reached out to pick up the flowers in the vase that had completely withered and died, and there was a constant flash of light in his eyes.

"The understanding and perception of the core truth of the domain, combined with the fragmentary understanding of the panel to accumulate my master-level skill proficiency, will usher in an unprecedented period of rapid growth."

"A period of domain resonance. It's really exciting."

Ronan didn't know whether this so-called "a period of domain resonance" corresponded to a realm above the "master-level" proficiency.

But no matter which level it was, it seemed a bit far away for him before.

Now the way and speed of this proficiency growth made him begin to feel hopeful.

"Knock, knock, knock--"

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Alida's voice came from outside the door.

"Lord Ronan, your dinner."

"Come in."

The door opened, and Alida came in with a dining cart.

After entering the room, Alida's expression changed significantly. After setting the meal for Ronan, she asked carefully: "Lord, do you need to clean your room again?"

It seems that she was also affected by the despair in the air.

Ordinary people who come into contact with it without understanding it often regard this smell as the smell of corruption and decay of something.

Ronan shook his head and asked Alida to go out directly.

He enjoyed dinner alone, and took out the nightmare tungsten steel given by Benigo and the storage waist bags he got from several wizards under Travis, and checked them one by one.

The nightmare tungsten steel affected by the [Activated Metal] spell was like flowing oil attached to Ronan's arm.

Although it was only a preliminary fusion, Ronan had already felt the erosion of the dark energy particles in the nightmare tungsten steel on his body.

At present, this level of erosion is still within Ronan's tolerance range. The vitality ball in his body can repair the damage caused by the erosion at any time.

Ronan manipulated the nightmare tungsten steel to transform into a knife and fork in his hand.

Without using any spells and physical strength, the nightmare tungsten steel cut the original silver knife and fork and the plate in front of Ronan into any shape as easily as cutting tofu.

In terms of the sharpness and hardness of the metal, the nightmare tungsten steel given by Benigo has already reached Ronan's requirements for melee weapons.

"After using the [Silverization] talisman for amplification, these two aspects can be greatly enhanced."

The core [Silverization] talisman of the silver magic ring is called [Shi Bierte's Mithril Transformation].

The effect is to add a "rune mithril" spell amplification effect on the basis of the original characteristics of the metal medium.

It can be understood as a kind of additional enchantment, which is also the foundation of the powerful metal magic inheritance of the silver magic ring.

"After reaching the middle stage of level one, the increased soul power is almost enough to condense the second talisman."

Ronan's current strength progress is still at 24% of the level one wizard, and he is only a few bottles of potions away from the middle stage of level one wizard.

"I hope Benigo is not bragging to me."

Ronan thought, and started to open the storage waist bags of the four magic circle wizards.

The mental strength of these four people is far superior to Ronan, but under Ronan's choice of "brute force" cracking method, they were opened one by one smoothly.

The final harvest is as follows:

Five hundred and thirty-two high-level magic stones.

Eleven first-level magic tools.

A large number of various first-level potions and materials.

A number of useless wizard books.

Personal items and sundries.

There are also three fist-sized special metals, which should be used to supplement the loss of their respective metal spell media.

Normally, every time a metal wizard casts a spell, the metal used as the spell medium will have a certain loss.

The same is true for the nightmare tungsten steel in Ronan's hand.

However, he only intended to use the nightmare tungsten steel as a melee weapon, and the loss would be much less than that of ordinary metal wizards.

The large piece that Benigo gave him was enough for him to use for a long time.

He now used the nightmare tungsten steel to condense a handy one-handed long sword, and there was still a lot of nightmare tungsten steel.

With a bunch of things in front of him, Ronan's wealth reached an unprecedented height.

If all these things were exchanged for magic stones, Ronan felt that he could easily break through the number of one thousand high-level magic stones.

"I should not have to worry about my personal cultivation resources in the short term, but I don't know how many resources the Holy Blood Tree needs to invest.

Don't let it be a bottomless pit."

Ronan thought, put away the things, and entered his daily meditation practice after dinner.

In the following days, Ronan's life entered another calm and regular state.

He received the robes and permanent residence certificates as a core member in the Ring of Law, but he still stayed in the Blueberry Inn.

Bannigo sent him the ancient formula for refining the mental power enhancement potion he requested the next day, as well as the required magic potion materials, and some of the various materials needed to awaken the first stage of the Holy Blood Tree seeds.

Ronan made a lot of purchases outside the Seven Rings City, and spent nearly two hundred high-level magic stones to barely get them together. He kept wondering whether he was cheated by Bannigo.

Fortunately, two days later, Benigo successfully prepared several mental power-enhancing potions that he needed, and Ronan felt a little better.

One month later.

Vast forest.

Thick ice and snow covered the entire area within a radius of nearly one mile.

The terrible cold almost destroyed all colors except dark blue and snow-white. Emerald green and vitality were isolated from white, and a strong sense of despair filled the entire space.

In this desperate and solemn situation, a slender and upright figure was suspended in the air.

The silver robe emitted a little glow under the crystal-refracted sunlight, and the hem fluttered slightly with the wind and snow.

The boy with dark chestnut short hair was surrounded by countless mysterious and profound auras, and his eyes showed a clear blue like the sky.

He seemed to be a beautiful figure carefully carved out of crystal clear ice, but he was the real source of the endless cold and despair of this world!

Under the boy's feet, there were densely packed corpses of huge black wasps, and in front of him, there were nearly ten super-large wasps as big as calves.

These wasps have broad and transparent wings, and every time they flap, they can draw obvious transparent ripples in the air. Their bodies are light blue, with a symmetrical streamlined shape, and their eyes are flashing with emerald green light, which has an inexplicable majestic temperament.

Amid the "buzzing" sound of the wings of the ten monster wasps, a series of light green streamer wind blades appeared in the air, shooting out at the same time without any order, making a series of dense and sharp air-breaking sounds, and shooting directly towards the position of the silver-robed boy.

The boy's right hand hidden under the robe suddenly raised, and a thick ice-like armor appeared in the air, and then a deep black flowing metal, holding up an umbrella-like shape in front of him.

"Crackle, crackle--"

Countless wind blades hit the ice shield, breaking through the ice in less than half a breath, and then fell on the black metal shield, making a series of crisp sounds like rain hitting ice.

"Despair field... exploded!"

When the sound of the hit was halfway through, a surging cold air suddenly emanated from the boy's body. The deep blue cold current was like the veins of glaciers and frozen soil, and the aurora in the northern sky swept across the entire battlefield in an instant.

The ten wasp monsters fluttered their wings and froze suddenly under the sweep of this cold current. Their bodies were covered with a thick layer of frost, and only their eyes still had a slight flash of light.

The boy raised his hand, and the umbrella-shaped black metal in front of him suddenly retracted, and then the azure in his eyes suddenly bloomed, and a stream of more terrifying mysterious aura emerged from his body, and in an instant, it formed a magnificent torrent field at his fingertips!

"[Particle Torrent]!"