Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 160: Ancient Witch Resurrection, Laura, Jupiter
"..It is said that this area used to be a gathering place for goblins. More than a hundred years ago, some people even encountered goblins on this plain."

"There have long been rumors that there is a goblin treasure buried beneath the Goblin Plains.

See those holes and gullies covered in grass? They were dug by humans using magic.”

Ronan listened to Clemens's story and asked casually, "Has anyone found the treasure?"

"Of course there is none."

Clemens shook his head. "Otherwise, this plain would have been turned upside down long ago. There would be more than just these few potholes."

Regarding the "goblins" mentioned by Clemens, Ronan had seen a related introduction in an ancient wizard book.

Goblins are a very magical species. They are short and ugly. Most of them appear weak, dull, and vulgar. They have almost all the shortcomings of humans. They are no different from Warcraft, and they are the kind with relatively inferior bloodline among Warcraft.

However, there are always some "pure bloods" born within this race.

These "pure-blooded" goblins are completely different from ordinary goblins. They are smart, flexible, eloquent, and have a natural talent for magic, including even the most difficult to comprehend spells of space and time.

But these "pure bloods" have the same shortcomings as ordinary goblins, they are greedy and mean, evil, cunning and good at deception.

They have a fanatical desire to possess all the treasures in the world that normal people cannot understand, and the magic they learn is often used to steal, rob, and plunder.
That is why the legend of "Goblin Treasure" has always been circulating on this continent.

Almost everyone knows that behind a "pure-blooded" goblin often lies an unimaginable huge treasure, but only very few people can find and obtain the treasure.

Just like the Mirror Garden that they left, many magical and ancient species were in the collapse of the continent. The energy particles sank and left their original places. Perhaps they have gone to the lower continent, or perhaps they have been submerged in the long river of time and no one knows.

Ronan and Clemens were leaning against the bow, chatting idly.

Most of the time it was Clemens who talked and Ronan who listened.

Ronan deeply suspected that Clemens had received "instructions" from Ring Master Costi, and that the main purpose of accompanying him to the Goblin Plains was to provide him with "pre-war psychological counseling" to relieve his tension and anxiety.

"What about Derby?"

After chatting for a while, Ronan casually asked about the situation of Wizard Derby. Clemens shook his head, indicating that the other party might be meditating.

Ok.

After several contacts, Ronan also discovered that French Tour geniuses like Clemence and Derby are actually very competitive in private.

Even though Clemens is standing here and chatting leisurely with Ronan, he actually takes advantage of every spare moment to meditate and improve himself.

Before this, the three of them stayed in the airship for almost half a day without saying a word to each other, as they were all busy with their own things.

In fact, sometimes, the "genius" who seems to be so glorious and dazzling in the eyes of outsiders, is often more hardworking than ordinary people because they stand higher than ordinary people and have seen people who are more talented and outstanding than themselves.

Just as he was thinking, Ronan suddenly heard Clemens's low voice.

"Damien?!"

Ronan was startled, and looked up to find Clemens squinting in a certain direction.

He followed Clemens's gaze and saw a small patch of fiery red maple forest far away on the plain below. There seemed to be some unusual black existences in the forest.

His eyesight was much better than that of the average wizard, and he could vaguely see that it seemed to be a pattern of a strange shape.

Clemens said:
"Go over and take a look?"

Ronan didn't refuse.

Clemens left a message to Derby who was meditating through the communication stone, and then controlled the airship to fly towards the maple forest in the distance.

The airship descended quickly and soon approached the maple forest.

As they got closer, they could see clearly that the black thing that fell in the maple forest was some unknown mixture of rotten meat and mucus, which seemed to have been processed by human magic.

This black rotten flesh slime formed a three-ring pattern that overlapped each other on the ground.

The upper three rings are intact, while the lower three rings are broken and scattered.

The entire pattern was gradually seeping into the ground at a slow speed, with very faint energy fluctuations emanating. Standing on the magic airship and overlooking the entire strange pattern, against the backdrop of the fiery red maple leaves, Ronan inexplicably felt a bit eerie and strange in his heart.

Ronan turned his head, and Clemens happened to turn his head as well. The two looked at each other silently, and both saw a hint of doubt and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Clemens gave Ronan a look, then stopped the airship and slowly moved towards the maple forest.

Just then, a deep voice sounded behind them.

"Don't go there."

Ronan turned around and saw that Derby, who had been meditating, had walked out of the airship at some point and was walking quickly towards him.

"This seems to be the symbol of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society..."

Derby called Clemens, his face looked a little solemn and nervous, and he was looking around for something.

"Ancient Witch Resurrection Meeting?"

Ronan frowned.

"Is it the notorious world-destroying organization?"

Clemens seemed to have associated something with Derby's words and spoke quickly.

"Correct."

Derby nodded, "The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society is also known as the Ancient Witch Salvation Society. Of course, outsiders call them the World Destruction Society.

"

Ronan was stunned for a moment, and then after listening to Derby's explanation, he finally understood what the so-called Ancient Witch Resurrection Society was.

This is a terrorist organization in the wizarding world, and every member of it is a hundred times more evil than the ordinary black-robed wizards.

They are paranoid and crazy, and always believe that the collapse of the continent today is because the world is too dirty.

They are extremely eager to return to the prosperous and glorious era of wizard civilization. To this end, they try every possible means to cleanse and destroy the entire world, usher in the so-called "gods" to come, rebuild a new continent, and establish a new order.
"I have read about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society in an ancient book. This pattern is somewhat similar to the logo of their organization."

Derby stared at the strange pattern in the maple forest below that was about to disappear completely, and whispered: "Of course, I'm not completely sure. Information about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has always been taboo, and I know very little about it."

The three of them stood on the airship and began to fall into thought and silence.

Ronan's eyes kept flashing, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the "World Stone Coordinates" on the back of his right hand.

He remembered that Costi once told him that behind his coordinates, there was most likely a world full of disasters.

Don't let him be exposed, so as to avoid being targeted by some crazy and ambitious people.

"Just as a broken World Stone appeared in the Ancient Mirror Courtyard, traces of a suspected world-destroying organization appeared at the genius competition jointly held by the six major wizard forces."

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a huge sound of rolling thunder in the sky above.

Ronan and the other two subconsciously looked up at the sky, and saw a ball of extremely bright lightning composed of countless bright purple lightning flashing across the sky at a very high speed. In the ball of lightning, a slender and tall figure could be vaguely seen.

As lightning passed over their heads, the figure glanced at them.

Instantly, it seemed as if a large amount of bright lightning flashed before Ronan's eyes. The two spiritual power crystals in his mind vibrated slightly, and Ronan narrowed his eyes.
Third level wizard.

And he should be a powerful wizard above the mid-level three.

"It's Jupiter."

Clemens's low and slightly difficult voice rang in my ears.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

Coincidentally, he knew the name.

On the genius information sheet that Clemens had handed him a day ago, the first name on the first page was Jupiter Bacall.

"The first genius of the Thunder Council, the youngest vice-chairman in the history of the Thunder Council, and the only wizard among the six major forces who has entered the middle stage of the third level so far.
Yes, he was the one who defeated Orion head-on."

Everything Clemens read out was from the documentation.

But when he read it out loud, word by word, it had an inexplicable power of shock.

Any one of these titles is enough to make a wizard famous. Now that they are all concentrated on one person, this person will naturally be incomparably brilliant.

"Since Jupiter became famous, he has been like a mountain, weighing down everyone below him.
It is said that Orion has always regarded him as his greatest rival."

Clemens spoke slowly, then turned and looked at Ronan.

Ronan looked calm and said nothing.

"Let's go."

Derby suggested in a low voice, and the three of them silently boarded the airship and continued in their original direction.

The appearance of Jupiter immediately diluted their previous speculation and worries about the resurrection of the ancient witches. Indeed, compared with a powerful opponent that was clearly in front of them, the confusion caused by a specious pattern seemed too insignificant.

Soon, the airship carrying the three people disappeared into the sky.

What Ronan and the other two didn't know was that after they left, in the forest of fiery red maple trees, several figures covered in wide black robes silently "grew" out of the soil little by little.

The leader, dressed in black, made a sharp and strange, yet aggressive voice.

“This is the only and last time.

Next time if you make such a decision on your own."

The leader in black robes slowly looked at the person beside him and said coldly: "You should know what the result will be.

Laura."

The latter remained silent.

A moment later, she suddenly pulled off the black hood on her head, revealing a distorted and hideous woman's face covered with strange black lines and hair that looked like green seaweed.

The woman looked up at the direction where Ronan and the other two had left. Her emerald eyes were filled with deep-rooted madness and resentment. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "It was just a little bit short."
Damn those guys from the Thunder Council, they passed by at the wrong time."

The woman continued to curse, and soon, several black-robed figures, the strange patterns on the ground, and the entire flaming red maple forest disappeared without a trace.

"If I completely transform into a giant monster, coupled with the stimulation of the blood of the ancient frost hydra, plus the power of the [Ancient Power] rune
Can you fight Jupiter?"

On the way there, Ronan kept calculating the result in his mind.

The answer is not clear.

No one knows the outcome unless they actually fight.

After all, the gap in hard power between him and the opponent is too big, the mid-level of level two versus the mid-level of level three. It's a whole level gap, with too many unknown variables in between that cannot be predicted.

If others knew what Ronan was thinking, they would probably think he was crazy.

Before they knew it, the three of them finally arrived at the competition venue.

In fact, the journey was very fast after entering the Goblin Plains, except that the three of them were slightly delayed on the road.

The venue for this competition was located in the very center of the entire Goblin Plains. When the three arrived, many wizards from the six major wizard forces had already arrived.

Seven "suns" hung in the sky above the entire venue.

One of them is the real sun in the sky, but its light is the dimmest.

The remaining six rounds were from level 4 dawn wizards from the six major wizard forces.

Each "sun" emits light and aura of different attributes. Ronan had experienced it long ago. The mental power of a fourth-level wizard has undergone further transformation. It contains attribute spirits, and the mental power fluctuations released are also completely elementalized.

Under the six suns of different colors, some wizards were setting up the venue for the competition. They were using earth, fire, and plant spells to build huge and solid competition arenas.

"I will report the matter of the Resurrection Society to the Ring Master."

The three of them got off the airship, and Clemens immediately said something and hurried away.

Ronan had no trouble finding the figure of Jupiter of the Thundering Council whom he had seen on the road before.

Very easy to recognize.

Jupiter seemed to be surrounded by countless layers of halos. Apart from the six Dawn-level wizards in the sky, he was the most "dazzling" one in the field.

Jupiter sat on a huge silver-white high chair and looked very young.

He had a handsome face, distinct features, and fair skin that glowed slightly in the sunlight, as if reflecting the electric light around him.

His hair was a little messy, giving it a strange sense of movement. The dark blue hair was mixed with silver luster, and seemed to be flowing all the time.

His robes were the color of the midnight sky, it was unknown what material they were made of, and they were embroidered with intricate electrical patterns that would occasionally flicker with a faint glow.

Jupiter sat in a position that just overlooked the entire venue, with his hands lightly placed on the armrests on both sides of the silver chair. He looked calm and natural, with an innate noble and majestic temperament. No one dared to look him in the eye for a long time. There was always a dazzling light flashing in his eyes like thunder, which always made people shocked and uneasy.

Jupiter is "looking" at everyone in the field.

Just like a king, he always examines his subjects.

Ronan felt very uncomfortable with this feeling of being looked down upon.

“Strong is strong”

Ronan avoided Jupiter's gaze and thought silently in his heart: "But it's really a bit too pretentious."

He casually looked around the scene, wondering if he could find Angelet's shadow.

Unexpectedly, before he found Angele, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure somewhere in the center of the venue that he had never expected to see.

(End of this chapter)