Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 101 Luminous Moss, Why is it you again?

"So you're not going to the 'White Rock Wasteland'?"

After a brief conversation, he learned that Ronan was waiting for the secret airship to the "Wet Jungle". The middle-aged magic circle wizard who came to pick him up shook his head in disappointment.

"That's it."

Before leaving, he couldn't help but kindly remind Ronan, "'Wet Jungle' is an open mission for the Seventh Ring. If you go there alone without a team, you will most likely get nothing. Even if you are lucky enough to get something, it will most likely be snatched away by people from other rings. It's better for you to go to the 'White Stone Wasteland' with us. Both in terms of risk and gain, it is much better than going to the 'Wet Jungle' by yourself..."

Ronan shook his head.

When the middle-aged wizard saw that he couldn't persuade Ronan, his attitude immediately turned cold.

At this time, a small magic airship landed. He hurried back to his original group and got on the airship with others and left.

After the little episode, Ronan waited for a while, and a rather gorgeous and larger magic airship slowly appeared in the sky outside the mission hall, and finally hovered over the small square.

The streamlined metal hull was covered with light blue rune patterns. Behind the thick energy shield, human figures could be seen along the edge of the ship.

Ronan activated the flying ring and flew towards the airship.

He took out the rune stone that served as the mission certificate in advance, and a mental force emanated from the airship. After detecting the certificate in his hand, a hole slowly appeared on the protective shield of the magic airship.

Just as Ronan was about to enter the airship.

"call--"

An indescribable terrifying mental force suddenly fell on Ronan like a void storm.

Dark, cold, and with a certain sharpness that is unique to metal wizards.

Ronan looked back suddenly, but the mental power quickly retracted and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"Are you going to come up or not?"

A wizard on the airship shouted impatiently to Ronan.

Ronan looked calm, his robe fluttering as he landed lightly on the deck of the airship.

The hole in the energy shield of the magic airship closed, and then it quickly took off into the air.

"Who is it? Travis?"

On the deck of the airship, Ronan stood at the edge of the ship, looking at the Seventh Ring City below which was getting farther and farther away from him, his eyes flickering.

In fact, not many of Benigo's former opponents would transfer their "resentment" towards Benigo to him.

Most people, as a third-ring wizard, already have a lot of things to deal with. Who would spare some energy to pay attention to a mere first-level wizard like him?

Even Lanny, who is gloomy and has the deepest "grudge" against Benigo, would not show such obvious hostility towards him due to his status as a fourth ring.

Ronan couldn't think of anyone else who would be so eager to "kill" him, except Travis, who desperately wanted to get the nightmare tungsten steel on him.

"He will attack me directly in this mission?"

Ronan thought about it, but quickly rejected the idea. "I'm not even a first-level wizard now, and the Wet Jungle is a trial site mainly open to first-level wizards. Travis wouldn't be so stupid as to leave such an obvious flaw.
Most likely, they are using other people’s hands to achieve their desired goals.”

Travis is a third-ring wizard, and the connections he can mobilize are at most second-ring, the level of an ordinary second-level wizard.

"For a first-level wizard, there is no such thing as ordinary or unusual for a second-level wizard."

Ronan shook his head. A level two wizard's mental power condensed into crystals. The mental power of a wizard who had just entered level two was at least ten times that of a wizard in the late level one.

what does this mean?
This means that any spell cast by a second-level wizard will be at least ten times more powerful than a spell cast by a late-stage first-level wizard.

This does not include the bonus of the second-tier spells and the enhancement of the soul talisman.
The gap in hard power is a natural chasm between first and second level wizards.

But Ronan, who had practiced ascetic body building for two months, now felt eager to try and challenge himself to break through this natural barrier.

"Two months ago, I was able to kill a second-level Green Thorn Hurricane Queen Bee. Although wizards of the same level are generally stronger than monsters, I have also become much stronger."

Ronan looked down at his own palms. His ten slender, well-proportioned fingers were so white and beautiful that they hardly looked like a man's hand, the hand holding the sword.

But no one knows what kind of terrible and turbulent power is flowing underneath.

Ronan didn't know either.

He really wanted to verify this power. After two months of hard training and countless times of being baptized by magic, the pain accumulated in his body urgently needed a way to vent.

"If I can't even pass this level, I won't be qualified to challenge any of them within half a year..."

Ronan whispered, gently clenching his fist.

"Hello."

Suddenly, a pleasant voice woke Ronan from his thoughts.

He turned his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw that a young and beautiful female wizard had appeared beside him.

Black hair, green eyes, and a rare wheat-colored skin, but giving people a healthy and energetic feeling.

He was wearing a silver robe that represented the core of a ring, and emitting the mental fluctuations of a late-stage first-level wizard.

"Hello."

The female wizard in front of him was obviously not from the seventh ring. Not knowing what the other party wanted to do, Ronan still responded politely.

"My name is Beyoncé, from the Second Circle."

The beautiful female wizard introduced herself to Ronan, and then asked, "Are you taking part in this trial mission alone?"

Seeing Ronan nod, she quickly got to the point, "Then do you want to team up with us? We already have quite a few people here, including people from all the magic circles."

“Beyoncé!”

Before the beautiful witch could finish her words, someone on the deck shouted her name.

A handsome blond young man strode towards them.

The mental fluctuations emanating from the blond young man almost condensed the air around him into blocks. He glanced at Ronan with deep indifference, and then spoke to the beautiful female wizard with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"What are you doing? I've told you many times not to invite wizards from other circles to join you, especially this kind of wizards."

The beautiful female wizard named Beyonce wanted to say something to Ronan, but was forcibly pulled away by the blond young man. She could only give Ronan an apologetic look.

Ronan calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the scenery passing by rapidly in front of him.

It can be seen that most of the wizards in the magic circle go out to complete dungeons in a team.

"Lone wolves" like him are rare.

The magic airship finally stopped in a beautiful forest. The entrance to the "Wet Jungle" secret space was a huge tree hole.

Ronan followed a group of magic circle wizards through the tree hole, and after entering, they found themselves in a completely different world.

It was dark and damp, with a lingering stench of decay in the air. Every two steps there was a huge black mud swamp, and in the distance was a pitch-black jungle.

Before getting off the airship, Ronan received a crude map of the "Wet Jungle" distributed by the Circle of Magic. While he was holding the rune stone and looking at the map, the Circle of Magic wizards who were traveling with him had already left quickly in groups of three or four.

When he finished looking at the entire map and looked up, he was the only one left there.

Benigo didn't know where the "brain-eating flower" grew specifically, but he told him that it usually grew in places where there were many monsters or animals, because the brain-eating flower used the brains of living creatures as nutrients for growth, and where the brain-eating flower grew, there would usually be large areas of luminous moss nearby.
“I can only look for it slowly.”

Ronan put away the rune stone map, shook his head, randomly found a direction, activated the flying ring and flew away. In the black and twisted forest, violent energy particle fluctuations continued to be transmitted.

"Ice Blade!"

"Frost Howl!"

Ronan's body was suspended in mid-air, his robe drooping naturally. He continuously summoned ice spells and threw them at a huge purple spider in front of him that was lying on a strange black tree covered with dead vines.

He was surrounded by silver threads, and tens of thousands of small round-bellied spiders were swarming towards him like a tide, following the ubiquitous silver spider threads.

But before they could get close, they were frozen into small lumps of ice by the extreme cold air emanating from Ronan's body. They fell to the ground with a crackling sound. A thick layer of ice and small spider corpses had already accumulated under Ronan's feet.

"Frost Spear!"

Ronan casually summoned a magical spear that was extremely cold and looked like it was made of ice crystals.

After the spear appeared, silver metallic liquid flowed out from under the robe on his right arm and quickly covered the ice spear.

The ice spear blessed by silver metal shot out like lightning and pierced through the body of the giant spider almost instantly.

The latter let out a painful and angry roar, with fear revealed in its purple compound eyes, but before it could turn around and run away, the silver spear stuck in its belly suddenly exploded.

"High-energy crucible!"

"boom!"

The enormous power of the spell directly blew the purple spider of the first-stage mid-stage Warcraft into pieces, and countless limbs and body fragments were sprayed out, and sticky juice splashed everywhere, making a small area around it smell extremely fishy.

Ronan patted his robe, walked up in mid-air, and rummaged around behind the remains of the Warcraft spider. Finally, in a hidden and inconspicuous corner, he picked a bunch of strange grapes that looked like dozens of eyeballs squeezed together.

He glanced at it casually and put the precious potion into his waist bag.

Ronan continued walking deeper into the jungle.

There are quite a lot of valuable potions in the humid jungle. Ronan has obtained five of them along the way. If he sells them to wizards or potion shops in need, he will probably earn more than a hundred high-level magic stones.

With his proficiency in all first-level ice spells reaching the level of proficiency, coupled with his proficiency in metal spells and the [silvered] nightmare tungsten steel, even if he does not use [Frozen Soil] and unfold the Field of Despair, his combat power is much stronger than that of an average mid-level first-level wizard.

"The bonus of the Demonic Nightmare Tungsten Steel [Silverization] to metal-based spells is too great, and this is when there is no linkage with ice-based spells. If I were to learn dark-based spells as a secondary skill, I estimate that the combat power I would exert would be even more abnormal."

Ronan sighed softly in his heart.

After this series of battles, he finally understood that even if he did not use the power of the extraordinary domain, he was not an ordinary first-level wizard.

After getting Benigo's Nightmare Tungsten Steel, it was like holding a high-level powerful "divine weapon" in his hand. As long as he is willing to work hard on metal spells, he will be able to walk sideways among the first-level wizards sooner or later.

Unfortunately, Ronan’s goal is far from being “invincible in the same class”.

"Are we looking in the wrong direction? There is no clue of the brain-eating flower at all."

Ronan strolled through the dim woods, feeling a little anxious.

He was not the first person to enter the "Wet Jungle", and he was certainly not the only one who knew about the existence of the "Brain-Eating Flower".

If he continues running around like a headless fly, he might not even be eligible to compete for the Brain Flower.

"Click——"

Suddenly at this moment, Ronan's expression changed and his eyes suddenly turned in one direction.

The super-strong five senses brought by [Immaculate Body] made him seem to hear the sound of someone fighting in the distance.

Without much hesitation, Ronan rushed straight towards the direction where the sound came from.

Soon, the mental power captured the fluctuations of energy particles, which were indeed signs of someone casting a spell.

But as Ronan got closer, the traces of the spell fluctuations became weaker and weaker, and it seemed like the battle had already come to an end?
"Shh-"

Ronan's flying figure suddenly stopped between the shadows of the trees.

He stood quietly in mid-air, his eyes passing through the gaps between the countless twisted and entangled tree branches, accurately falling on the figure of a silver-robed wizard in the distance.

Even a first-level wizard's mental power could not sense this distance, but under the azure blue, he could see it clearly.

He was also a wizard of the magic circle. At his feet lay the corpse of a magical beast. It seemed that he had just killed a magical beast and was sorting out the harvest.

Ronan shook his head and was about to turn around and leave.

But just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly looked back.

His eyes were fixed on the wizard's feet. The edges of his animal-hide boots seemed to be stained with a little fluorescent color.

Looking in the direction behind him, Ronan saw several footprints that were also emitting a faint fluorescent light.

"He passed by a place where luminous moss grew."

It was a damp and smelly place, the air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses, and broken bones half buried in the soil could be seen from time to time under the twisted black strange trees.

Six or seven men and women in silver robes gathered in this small, dirty open space. They all looked serious, as if they were discussing something.

"Babers of the First Ring, I have heard of him a little bit."

A brown-haired wizard with narrow eyes whispered: "His metal puppetry is quite famous among several first-level wizard circles..."

"Personal strength is nothing. Velen is already at the level of a second-level wizard, so it won't be a problem for him to deal with Barbers.

The key is that guy has more people under him than us..."

Someone spoke.

"Can we discuss an alliance with the guy who leads the Third Ring, kick out Babers and his gang first, and then decide on the ownership of the Brain Eater?"

"Vellen! What do you think?"

In the center of the crowd, a blond young man, whose whole body was emitting powerful mental fluctuations that almost condensed the air, heard his companions' call. The light in his eyes flickered rapidly, and he seemed to be thinking about the pros and cons.

Suddenly, he looked around and frowned.

"Where's Beyoncé? Has anyone seen Beyoncé?"

After he said this, the other silver-robed wizards noticed that their small team had lost one person without them noticing.

Just as the group was hurriedly getting ready to set out to look for their missing companions.

"Shh-"

There was a rustling sound of footsteps coming from the bushes next to the clearing, followed by a petite figure quickly jumping out of the bushes.

"Don't look for me! I'm here!"

The beautiful wheat-skinned witch responded loudly while panting.

However, behind her, there was a figure following her.

White hair, blue eyes, silver-grey robe.

He is a young man with a cool temperament and extremely handsome appearance.

(End of this chapter)