Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 153: Private Life, Provocation

Just as the green-robed witch said, the young wizard relied on an extremely rare set of ice magic tools.

This set of magic tools is particularly compatible with the magic system that does not seem to come from the magic ring heritage, and it instantly increases the opponent's combat effectiveness to an incredible level.

In fact, this is nothing. The two core inheritance schools of the Magic Circle require wizards to be at level three before they are qualified to officially contact them. Many wizards at level one and two have their own unique combat systems.

This is also a major reason why the Magic Ring is weak externally - the threshold for core inheritance is too high. Even if they recruit some young wizards with good talents and qualifications, they have to spend a lot of time and energy to train them to the third level before they can truly have their own core competitiveness.

At the first or second level, relying solely on the inheritance of the [Silverization] talisman, it was still okay to fight against people from ordinary wizarding forces. However, once compared with those elite geniuses who came from the top forces in the south, they were far behind.

Caroni looked through the battle footage and found traces of no less than ten second-level magic tools on the boy, if the metal magic medium was also counted.

This is a number that is enough to make anyone astonished. No one would have such a rich foundation at the second level, and Caroni did not have it when he was at the second level.

Although magic equipment is also part of strength, this number is too exaggerated.

Of course, the boy himself is also outstanding enough.

Although he is only at the early stage of level two, he is able to control the use of so many magical equipment at the same time in a battle, and also displays an extraordinary understanding of three kinds of ice spells. It is obvious that he is a core seedling with an extremely solid foundation.

"Ice type... solid foundation, proud temperament, and an exaggerated number of second-level magic tools."

Based on his initial impression of the young man in the picture, a guess slowly emerged in Caroni's mind, and soon after, the green-robed witch standing next to him directly stated this guess.

"Is this little fellow the illegitimate child that your fourth ring master Aqido has hidden for many years?"

The latter looked at Caroni with eyes full of curiosity and gossip, and Caroni's expression fluctuated.

Aqido is the one who controls the [Frost Element Ring] among the seven ring masters of the Magic Ring. His attainments in ice magic are unparalleled in the Magic Ring.

In the Magic Circle, if there is someone who can take out more than a dozen second-level ice magic tools at once, that person can only be Aqido.

And the only explanation that could make Aqido willing to give away so many second-level magical tools for free seems to be that the other party is his illegitimate child.

Coincidentally, the person who conspired with him to produce the juice of the reproductive flowers in the Thorn Palace was Aqido.

Because he was worried that his arrangements would go wrong, he secretly placed his "illegitimate son" whom he had carefully cultivated for many years into the exploration team of the second battlefield to seek an extra layer of protection. This was reasonable.

Thinking of this, Caroni avoided the green-robed witch and silently took out a communication stone and tapped it lightly.

"What's wrong, Caroni, is everything going well over there?"

Hearing the inquiring voice coming from the communication stone, Caroni hesitated and spoke in a low voice.

"Akito. I remember that twenty years ago, when you were traveling in the south, you seemed to have met a woman from the secular kingdom, right?"

"???"

Ronan didn't know that at this moment he had been secretly labeled as the illegitimate son of a certain big shot.

At this moment, he was standing on a huge circular platform, with a crystal clear yet freezing ice garden under his feet.

Endless and dense ice spikes "grew" all over every corner of the platform. There was a second-level wizard wearing a special robe, his body pierced by the ice spikes, with bright red blood flowing down the transparent body. He was looking up at him with shock and unwillingness on his face.

"Hush-huh-"

Ronan breathed steadily. The domain released from his body, the cold air that permeated the entire platform, him, and the [Winter Homeland] magical armor on his body seemed to form a perfect whole.

Even though Ronan did not deliberately promote the fusion of the three ice-type supernatural domains, the aura of the three supernatural domains surrounding his body also had a tendency to blend, gather and transform.

This was the first time that Ronan fully unleashed the power of [Winter Homeland] in battle.

This set of magical tools, specially designed for the ice-type [Frozen Earth] spell system, had an effect far beyond his expectations.

With the blessing of [Homeland of Winter], the power of his ice spells increased threefold, and the domain power of [Tundra Frozen Soil] was directly enhanced by more than five times.

This is only the effect of half a set of magic tools.

He could clearly feel the energy flowing through the various parts of the suit, amplified by the layers of runes, and finally forming an ever-growing cycle.

The complexity and mystery of the runes in [Winter Homeland] are not the best among the runes Ronan has ever seen, but the ingenuity of its combined structure is second to none.

From this point, we can see the profound foundation of the [Ice Flame Iris] Lanster family, or the Frost Leader, the wizard force.

This is just a set of second-level magical tools. If there are similar sets of higher levels, I wonder how exquisite they will be.

"Whoosh-"

A slight sound of breaking through the air sounded behind Ronan, accompanied by a strong and obscure spell fluctuation.

A dark and eerie narrow blade of light pierced through the void and stabbed towards Ronan's vest at an extremely fast speed.

Ronan's eyes fluctuated slightly, but he did not dodge. Instead, he let the glowing blade fall heavily on him.

"Oh!"

The light blade pierced the light waterfall cloak on Ronan's back, tearing a huge hole in the cloak, and then went straight in, finally smashing into pieces on the ice crystal-like armor.

Some traces remained on the thick ice crystals, but they soon became smooth again. The magic defense of [Winter Homeland] was also outstanding, and it could almost withstand the bombardment of any spell below the second level.

Under the impact of the spell, Ronan's body remained motionless and he slowly turned around.

His icy blue eyes fell on a young wizard in black robes who had just appeared from the white void not far away.

The latter's thin face was now pale, full of shock and disbelief.

His figure flew back quickly, as if he wanted to hide in the air again, but Ronan just raised his hand slightly.

A cold current like countless giant pythons immediately pounced on it, and sharp ice spikes appeared out of thin air, forming a white prison like frost thorns, completely wrapping up the opponent.

"the last one."

Ronan looked expressionlessly at the second-level wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp falling from the sky. He stretched out his hand and spread out invisible mental power.

In the hands of the humanoid ice sculptures below, space storage rings of the same style broke free and flew up, gathering towards his open palms.

As of this moment, Ronan's competition for qualifications on this platform has completely ended.

The other three wizards who were also members of the Magic Circle stood in the corner and watched everything blankly from beginning to end. They had completely become spectators of Ronan's "performance".

Just as Ronan was counting the harvest in the mission ring in his hand, he suddenly felt a strong hostile mental wave coming towards him from a certain direction. He looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He saw red flames spreading on a circular platform two platforms away from him.

There were figures lying in all directions on the platform. A young man with orange-gold eyes and fiery red hair was stepping on the shoulder of a man who was half-kneeling on the ground. He was leaning against the rune array light wall at the edge of the platform, looking at Ronan with a smile on his face, and waving to him from a distance.

Ronan frowned, then noticed the figure under his feet, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

It's Clemens!
"Is it some kind of bloodline?"

Ronan felt the slight beating of the blood crystal of the ancient frost hydra in his heart, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Before entering the Mirror Courtyard, he was aware of the presence of the young man with orange-gold eyes.

The other party should have a fire-attributed blood force flowing in his body, which just happens to be opposite to the thin ancient frost hydra blood contained in his body.

Therefore, both sides will have a strong sense of "enemy" towards each other due to blood ties.

"In the middle stage of Level 2, he was able to defeat Clemens. It seems that the power of this bloodline is not weak."

Ronan looked at the young man deeply, then retracted his gaze and turned to the silver light ball above his head.

At this time, new changes have occurred on the field.

After the winners were decided on all eight platforms, the silver light ball that presided over it all projected eight silver-white light beams, which just covered the eight wizards holding lens runes.

Then the beam of light guided the eight people to rise slowly and stopped when they reached a certain height.

Immediately afterwards, countless points of silver light appeared out of thin air and condensed into four new mirror-surface platforms that were similar to the eight circular platforms below, but slightly smaller.

"The winner... four... the next round... inheritance!"

The silver ball of light emitted obscure fluctuations of consciousness. Even if it did not explain, the method of this round of competition was obvious enough. It was just a further confrontation and screening.

The eight people led by Ronan were enveloped by eight beams of light and fell to different platforms in pairs.

It looks like a random distribution made by the silver light ball.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the field. Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the young man with orange-gold eyes who was falling towards a platform. His whole body was bathed in flames. He was madly attacking the silver beam of light that enveloped him. It seemed that he wanted to rush towards him.

Ronan coldly watched the young man charge again and again, just like watching a mad moth trying to break through the barrier of a transparent wall, and he was the "light source" he longed for.

Along with the dull sound of the collisions, Ronan felt the blood crystal in his heart vibrate violently. Strands of overbearing blood power flowed through his body with the blood, and there were waves of piercing pain that became stronger than the last.

Perhaps it was the violent factor contained in the blood of the ancient frost hydra, or perhaps it was the negative impact brought by the pain, Ronan felt a trace of irritability in his heart. This emotion stimulated his nerves and made him want to respond to the other party's provocation at all costs and vent his anger.

"hiss--"

He took a deep breath, tried to suppress his anger, and gently placed his feet on the platform for the new round of selection.

Since this matter concerns the inheritance of the Ancient Mirror Court, everyone present seemed to be very cautious, except for this guy who acted without restraint.

Observing the way another Molten Crystal Lake wizard looked at the other party, it was obvious that this guy seemed to have always been a headache in Molten Crystal Lake.

After challenging the "rules" to no avail, the young man finally calmed down.

At this time, all eight wizards on the field were assigned to their respective fighting arenas.

After the first round of selection, among the eight people left on the field, there were two wizards each from Molten Crystal Lake and Thorn Palace, there was only Ronan from the Circle of Magic, and the Black Nightmare Swamp had the largest number of people, with three people.

At this time, Ronan's first opponent was a young male wizard from the Palace of Thorns.

He has an ordinary appearance, with algae-colored hair common among plant-based wizards. He is in the late second level and has a mature and steady temperament that exceeds his appearance.

Both sides stood still, quietly waiting for the fight to begin.

"Shh-"

Outside the secret realm, above the huge Mirror Lake, a large number of void ripples were generated, followed by the figures of wizards from various forces walking out of the ripples and falling.

The exploration of the second core area of ​​the Garden of Mirrors has quickly entered its final stage in a way that was unexpected but welcomed by everyone. Although it has not yet ended completely, it has come to an end for those wizards who were eliminated in the first round of inheritance selection.

The wizards who came out of the secret realm returned to their own forces, handed in their rings, counted their gains, recovered from their injuries, and watched the fight between the remaining people inside.

"Are you ok?"

In the seventh ring, wizard Derby slowly walked up to Clemens and asked with concern.

Derby looks young, with long black hair tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, dark brown eyes, and a very calm temperament.

Clemens was listless, shook his head with a gloomy face, and said nothing.

His beautiful and bright eyes like lapis lazuli now looked dull and lifeless. Compared with the physical injuries he suffered, the frustration and humiliation he suffered in his personality and will dealt him a more serious blow.

"Bloodline."

Clemens sat dejectedly in the air, looking at his hands, and murmured in a low voice: "Is it really so important to a wizard?"

Clemens is a true genius who has always been proud of himself. Since joining the French Ring, he has stood out step by step and finally became the number one among the younger generation in the Seventh French Ring.

He had also heard rumors about bloodline, but never took it seriously until he was defeated by Ronan in a fair fight not long ago with a huge level advantage. Only then did he feel for the first time what the advantage of natural bloodline was.

This was the second time, and the feeling was even stronger than the last time, like a branding iron, deeply seared into his body.

Derby knew what Clemens had experienced in the secret realm, so he deliberately avoided the topic and asked another question instead: "How does it compare to Damien's bloodline?"

Clemens slowly stood up, his eyes flickering with light.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly.

"Damien's bloodline...is not as good as his."

Chapter 2 has been rewritten, it will be a little later

(End of this chapter)