Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 159: Promotion, Impermanence, Plains
Two months later, it was deep autumn again.

The dense primeval jungle began to be dyed with colorful colors. The trees were dressed in golden clothes. The tall pine and oak trees cast mottled shadows in the warm sunlight. The woods were covered with colorful fallen leaves, which rustled when stepped on, and there was a faint smell of soil and rotten leaves.

Deep in the forest, there is a deep ravine surrounded by streams.

The sunlight shines through the treetops, illuminating the moss-covered stones and wet tree roots. The slowly flowing stream is like a gleaming mirror. A young man in a robe sits quietly by the stream with his eyes closed. His body seems to blend in with the quiet and peaceful atmosphere around him, and there is a lively and vigorous life force in the silence.

When a green and yellow leaf floated down and gently landed on the water, creating ripples, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, an invisible wind arose, blowing the hem of the robe scattered on the ground. An indescribable feeling of clarity emanated from the young man's body, and the air around him became more transparent, as if washed by water.

"breathe--"

Ronan took a gentle breath, and the sound of his breathing was as steady and full of a special rhythm as the wind blowing through the forest waves. The surrounding trees seemed to rustle with the sound, and more fallen leaves fell.

“It’s autumn again”

Ronan looked at the golden leaves floating on the stream in front of him, feeling a little emotional.

I remember that last autumn, he was still in the tree house area outside Hoddam, working hard to prepare for the upcoming invasion of the black witch land. In the blink of an eye, he was almost eighteen years old.

In the secular world, this would be the age to inherit the family title.

"Should I find some time to go home and take a look?"

A thought flashed through Ronan's mind.

Soon, the slight melancholy emotions caused by the season were quickly soothed. Ronan opened the character panel and checked it quietly.

【Name: Ronan Damien】

【Age: 17】

[Talent: No attribute affinity, Immaculate body (active), Lake of No Thought (active)]

[Strength: Level 35 Formal Wizard (%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation - Clear Realm (Master 612/1600)

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 523/1600)

Charged Weapon - Spell Breaker (Master 302/1600)

Ice Ball - Desperate Freeze (Master 503/1600)

Frost Ray - Ice Veins (Master 500/1600)

Ice Blade - Frozen Weapon (Master 501/1600)

Ascetic Body Forging-Ancient Power (Master 526/1600)

Small Blizzard (Mastery 102/400)

Armor of Ice Rain (Mastery 23/400)

Chilled Voice (Mastery 65/400)

Frost Spear (Expert.)

After two months of almost sleepless training, Ronan put almost all his energy into practicing ice magic.

In addition to mastering the three second-level ice spells he had learned, the three skills of [Desperate Freeze], [Ice Veins], and [Frozen Soldiers] that had already spawned extraordinary magical skills had also all entered a realm of magical resonance!

Not only because of the fusion of the ancient frost hydra bloodline, but also because of his promotion to a second-level wizard, especially after entering the middle stage of the second level, his soul power increased. Ronan clearly felt that he was moving much more smoothly in the field of master-level proficiency.

Thinking back to when he was at the first level, especially before taking the "Kiss of Murphytira", he had a hard time making progress in the master level.

"According to ancient wizard books, in ancient times, or even more ancient times, in the ancient times, the world's continents had not yet collapsed, and the free energy particles between heaven and earth were extremely abundant. Everyone was like a dragon, and their spells had their own magic domain effects."

Ronan's eyes flickered with thought, "Now wizards have comprehended the extraordinary realm of law. The so-called first, second, and third realm resonances are just the starting point for ancient wizards.

If you want to truly be on par with the genius of ancient wizards, you have to reach the realm beyond the extraordinary."

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a level above "Master Level Proficiency".

With the character panel, Ronan still believed that he would be able to reach that realm one day, it was just a matter of time.

The three domains resonated, and the power of the icy field created by the anchor was naturally "reborn". However, what really shocked Ronan, the spellcaster, was the effect of the fusion of the three domains that all entered a resonance. The power
"Inheriting the ancient times!"

Ronan stretched out a hand towards the sunlight shining above his head, and slowly clenched his five fingers. An indescribable terrifying aura flowed out from between his fingers, as if freezing that touch of autumn light in his palm.

"call--"

After dispersing the energy, Ronan exhaled a breath and stood up from the bluestone.

He stepped on the empty air and climbed higher and higher into the sky, his robe fluttering as he flew rapidly in one direction.

In the space of consciousness, the second spiritual power crystal has been generated, and its size is only about one tenth of the first one.

Inside the crystal, the transformed [Double Mirror Light] rune is like a pattern sealed in a crystal stone, full of complex and mysterious aura.

There were still some space energy seeds left for Ronan by the silver staff. After the [Tundra Frozen Soil] and [Double Mirror Light] sigils were all solidified, it turned and began to "nurture" the last [Silverization] sigil.

Under the nourishment of the endless flow of spatial energy, the [Silverization] talisman gradually began to undergo some indescribable wonderful changes.

However, due to the different properties, the process of fusion and transformation is extremely slow. So far, Ronan has not felt any difference, and he does not know what changes will happen after the [Silverization] talisman completely integrates the spatial properties.

During these two months, Ronan had devoted all his efforts to the upcoming wizarding talent competition among the six major forces.

He has already made all the improvements he can in a short period of time. As for how far he can go in the competition, it depends on the strength of his opponents.

Stepping into the micro-secret space, Ronan saw Benig standing in front of the Holy Blood Tree and "interacting" with it.

As he walked over, he saw blood spores as big as a fist falling from a branch of the Holy Blood Tree, and then was caught steadily by Benigo who had been waiting on the side.

Recently, Benig has begun to try to use the Holy Blood Tree to do some small-scale blood purification experiments. In addition to further paving the way for his plan to resurrect his beloved wife, it can also be regarded as accumulating experience for Ronan's next blood purification.

"What monster's blood?"

Ronan was a little surprised when he saw Beniggo remove the blood spore, gently cut a small cross-shaped incision on the blood spore with a knife, and then try to inject it directly into his own body.

"Mine."

Benigo closed his eyes and felt the entire process of blood injection. He would stop from time to time and quickly write down some information in the notebook at hand. "How does it feel?"

After the entire blood spore was injected, Ronan couldn't help but ask Benig.

"I have made a detailed analysis of my bloodline, and then I have determined a direction with the Holy Blood Tree before purification. From what I can see so far."

Benigo felt it and replied, "The effect is quite good. The purified blood is more active than my original blood. My soul decay symptoms seem to have stopped a little."

"What direction have you chosen?"

"Gray elf."

"You actually have elven blood in your body?"

Ronan blinked. He still remembered what Costi said, that he also had extremely rare moonlight elf blood flowing in his body.

Benig is a gray elf, is this some kind of strange fate?
Benigo glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Is this strange? Don't you know that long ago, the elves were the most popular mating partners for humans? It's very common for people like us who don't have much wizard background to have a little bit of elf blood in us."

Ronan pursed his lips and said nothing more.

After recording all the experimental data, Benigo saw that Ronan looked idle and asked casually, "Calculate the time. The genius competition you mentioned earlier should be starting soon, right? You don't go to practice hard, but you still have time to hang out here."

"It's about to start. I just came to say hello."

Ronan said as he took out a flashing communication stone from his space ring, clicked it and read for a while, then said, "The ship that's coming to pick me up has arrived. Well, old classmate, I'm leaving first."

When Benigo heard Ronan's strange name for him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he raised his pipe as a farewell.

Ronan said goodbye to the Holy Blood Tree again, and then strode out of the miniature secret space. After leaving the valley, he flew dozens of miles to the west and stopped.

After waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, a silver-white magic airship more than seven meters long and four meters high appeared in his sight.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and took the initiative to move towards the airship.

Before they got close, two figures walked out of the airship - the tall and thin young man on the left had an ordinary appearance, but had a pair of rare eyes as sharp as lapis lazuli; the man on the right was also young, handsome, but had a more mature temperament.

It was Clemens and Derby who had previously gone with Ronan to explore the second battlefield of the Mirror Garden.

The genius competition jointly held by the six major forces this time allows members of each party with a certain level of strength to watch the game, and the number of people is about fifty.

There was no requirement for everyone to start together at the Tour de France, but Clemens and Derby were eligible to go and watch the game, so Ronan decided to go with them.

"Damien!"

The three of them met, and two of them simply said hello to Ronan and boarded the airship. Clemens said, "It will take us about a day to get to the Goblin Plains. The competition will be held in three days, so there is still plenty of time."

Ronan nodded, and the three of them sat down in the airship to rest and chat about the major and minor events that had occurred during Ronan's two months of hard training.

Clemens knew that Ronan would represent the Circle of Law in the competition, and specially collected some information for him. Most of it was from within the Circle of Law, and very little was from the other five major forces.

"Except for the top few among them, the rest of the candidates who may participate in the competition are uncertain. This is all we can collect."

Clemens turned to the page in the file that belonged to Molten Crystal Lake, pointed to a name called "Ignatius" on it, and said to Ronan with a slightly serious expression: "This man is the number one wizard of Molten Crystal Lake today. You defeated Igor in the second battlefield before, and he is his younger brother.

Although it is rumored that the relationship between the two has always been bad, they are after all the bloodline heirs of the same family. If you meet them in a competition, you have to be careful."

Ronan nodded, and Igor's blood-awakened face flashed through his mind.

He slowly flipped through the information, and when he saw the page about "Black Nightmare Swamp", his eyes brightened slightly and he stopped moving.

"Do you know this person?"

Ronan stretched out his finger and gently tapped the name "Angela Rio" on the parchment page, and asked Clemens and the others.

It was the first time he learned Angele's full name. There was very little information behind his name, only a few brief words such as "early stage of level three".

Third grade
He remembered that the last time he saw Angele, he was in the late stage of level two. Did he get promoted so quickly?

"This man is very mysterious. He is a genius who has risen rapidly in the Black Nightmare Swamp in recent years. He doesn't make many moves, but his record every time is brilliant."

Clemens pondered and said, "The most amazing one was when he was at level 2, he defeated a well-known level 3 wizard genius in the Black Nightmare Swamp head-on."

"Damien, do you know him?"

Debi noticed Ronan's strange attitude towards Angele and couldn't help asking.

Ronan shook his head without further explanation.

After briefly reading through the entire document, Clemens and the others started talking about the exploration of the Mirror Garden.

About a month ago, the exploration of the third battlefield came to an end. Lanny and others from the seventh ring returned. Many people were seriously injured, and some even died.

The wizard who unfortunately died was Travis, who had a feud with Ronan.

It is said that the exploration team accidentally triggered a certain restriction in the third battlefield, releasing a large number of space and mirror spell puppets left over from the ancient times. Their combat power was extremely terrifying, and all forces suffered heavy casualties.

The third battlefield is the magic plant and potion garden of the wizards of the Ancient Mirror Court. It is normal to have a guarding force. This result is within the expectations of all parties, and the harvest of the third battlefield is indeed quite rich.

But in comparison, the first and second battlefields seemed much safer. At least no one was heard of.
Ronan was slightly stunned when he heard the news, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

The battle to defeat Travis seemed to have happened just yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, Travis died in the secret realm.

The path of a wizard is still difficult after all, even for a second-level wizard or a third-ring genius.

Tomorrow or an accident, no one knows which will come first.
The silver-white airship shuttled smoothly among the clouds and slowly descended. Soon a vast plain appeared in front of Ronan.

Nearby are some golden wheat fields and there are traces of a village nearby.

It was the autumn harvest season, and Ronan even saw a young man on a ridge chewing on a wheat straw, looking up at the sky and staring blankly at their airship passing by.

Further ahead is a desolate and uninhabited area.

Gradually, you can see wild beasts or monsters running and resting on the ground. The plain is not flat, there are some high mounds and huge pit outlines.

Ronan stood on the deck of the airship, letting his robe rustle in the strong wind, and looked down calmly at the scene below.

"There really were goblins in the Goblin Plains..."

Clemens came up from the side, put his hands on the metal fence, and talked to him.

(End of this chapter)