Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 161 Old things
Jerome waved the staff in his hand, carefully controlling the power of the spell fire, melting the huge rocks in front of him into hot magma.

Working with him on this task were two other first-level wizards from different forces.

One will mix some special metal particles into the molten magma of Jerome, and the other is responsible for cooling and solidifying the "prepared" magma into huge cubes.

After that, these concrete blocks that meet the standards will be sent to the next place, where special wizards will engrave some simple runes on these blocks. Then another group of wizards will combine the "refined" concrete blocks into the prototype of the competition arena, and finally the final "reinforcement" and decoration will be done.
Every step seemed orderly, everything was calm and orderly.

There is no communication between the wizards in charge of each process. Only when their mental strength is exhausted and they need to "change shifts" occasionally, will they simply say a few words, and after getting permission, quietly walk to an empty corner to meditate alone.

The reason is not only that these wizards from different forces are not familiar with each other, but also that the wizards who participate in the construction of the arena have "special identities" in this place.

They were not elite geniuses who were invited here. On the contrary, their status and position in the forces they belonged to were ordinary.

The reason you appear here is entirely because you have accepted the corresponding "task".

This is a gathering place for geniuses. Any wizard passing by may be a genius from various forces whose strength is dozens of times stronger than theirs.

They are at the "bottom" here, and they do things that only low-level wizards do. They are not out of place, but they are indeed like a bunch of "background boards" that are extremely easy to be ignored.
Another huge block of concrete was successfully formed under the spell. Jerome exhaled lightly, feeling that his mental strength was running low. He thought to himself that after the next block of concrete was completed, he should find someone to "take over".

He was chanting a spell and preparing to construct the next concrete block when suddenly someone came over and interrupted his spell.

The visitor was a second-level wizard from the Palace of Thorns, who was responsible for supervising and directing the work in their small area.

Although they came from different forces, Jerome still maintained enough respect for the other party. He stopped what he was doing and was about to listen to the other party's instructions, but the latter just gave him a look and looked in a certain direction.

Jerome followed the other person's gaze and saw a slender figure wearing black and gray with exquisite silver edges. The figure had his back to him and he couldn't see his specific appearance.

Jerome slowly walked towards the figure, gradually feeling the mental fluctuations emanating from the other person.

That was the kind of pressure that only a Level 2 wizard, and a Level 2 mid-level wizard or above, could release. He gradually began to feel doubtful and nervous, and kept thinking whether he had behaved badly in some way and accidentally "provoked" a big shot from another faction who passed by.
Just as Jerome approached, the figure turned around.

Behind the tall and slender back is an extremely young and handsome face.

The moment Jerome saw this face, he felt dazed for a moment, with a mixture of familiarity and strangeness. He felt as if he had seen this face somewhere before, until...
The handsome and elegant young man greeted him calmly: "Long time no see...Master Jerome."

Some memories that were not too old but deep enough came to his mind quickly. Jerome's pupils contracted and he called out the other person's name in a low voice.

"Ronan..you are Ronan Damien?!"

More and more magic airships dropped from the sky, and powerful wizards entered the arena one after another. Under the six high-hanging "dawn suns", huge competition arenas rose from the ground one after another.

The Goblin Plains gradually became lively at sunset.

However, in this lively and noisy atmosphere, Ronan and the other man standing opposite each other seemed surprisingly quiet.

Ronan could see the turbulent emotions beneath Jerome's seemingly calm appearance. He had expected such an outcome, and the atmosphere between the two became subtly awkward.

In the end, it was Jerome who took the initiative to break the awkwardness, "I didn't expect to see you here...Damien."

Ronan sighed softly, "I didn't expect that either."

He really didn't expect to meet Jerome in this competition. He was a first-level official wizard who had "promoted" him several times when he was in Hoddam College and later gave him a map of the area near Hoddam.

It was the silver magic ring that the map guided Ronan to. It could be said that if it were not for Jerome, Ronan might not be standing here today.

However, Ronan was not very surprised that Jerome appeared as the wizard of Molten Crystal Lake.

He remembered that when Jerome was in Hoddam College, he studied the magic of the [Lava Fire Ring] school, so it was natural for him to add the Molten Crystal Lake.

"You are much better than I thought."

Jerome looked at Ronan in front of him, his lips moved slightly, "Are you here to watch the battle as a member of the Circle of Justice?"

Ronan hesitated for a moment, and without further explanation, he nodded and said, "I guess so."

The expression on Jerome's face became more complicated, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He personally witnessed Ronan defeating Laura, who had reached the late stage of the first level after "runaway", when he just entered the first level, and he concluded that Ronan might one day reach the level of the president of Hoddam College.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so soon. It had only been a short time since the battle, but Ronan had already been promoted to level two.

And they are not ordinary second-level wizards. Those who are invited to watch this competition are all well-known and outstanding wizards of the same level in various wizard forces. Ordinary people are not qualified.

"Let's talk about something else"

Ronan changed the subject, thought for a moment and asked, "How is the academy now?"

“It’s long gone.”

Jerome shook his head and said, "But the wizard land still exists. After the situation calmed down, Goya and several wizards who had reached the official level returned to Hoddam. They rebuilt a small force on the ruins and managed the order of the entire wizard land as before."

"Goya..."

Ronan silently recited the name, and he remembered that it seemed to be the blue-robed witch who fled with Jerome when the Scarlet Tower was invaded.

“..Actually, the dean’s original arrangement for us was to take Laura with us to the Thorn Palace. The dean became independent from the Thorn Palace.

In the process of fighting against the third-level wizard of the Scarlet Tower, she gave up everything and left everything to the resurrected Laura.
In fact, we can still live well, relying on the dean's legacy."

Jerome continued, "Lola, who inherited the Invulnerable Tree, was highly valued by the Thorn Palace and was even selected as a genius to be trained. Goya and I both had the idea of ​​switching to plant magic.
But later, Laura's plan to assassinate members of the Scarlet Tower wizards was exposed, and the Palace of Thorns paid a heavy price to save her.

Laura was punished and imprisoned. I don’t know when, but Goya and I heard the news that she had killed someone and defected.”

"After this incident broke out, we naturally had no face to stay in the Thorn Palace any longer, so we left.

Goya returned to Hoddam, and I relied on the inheritance of the [Lava Fire Ring] to join the Molten Crystal Lake."

Throughout the entire narration, Jerome's expression seemed very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

After listening to the whole follow-up, Ronan pursed his lips, not knowing how to comment.

"Mad Dog" Lola's actions were so unexpected, yet seemed reasonable, and were exactly what she could do with her paranoid, crazy, selfish and indifferent personality.

This kind of person really doesn't deserve any sympathy. Her existence will only bring endless troubles and disasters to those standing next to her. Letting her fend for herself is the best way to deal with it.
Ronan was silent for a while, then he took out a storage waist bag and handed it to Jerome. "I still have to thank you for the map, Master Jerome."

Jerome looked into Ronan's eyes and felt the irresistible calmness and depth in them.

He nodded and silently took the storage waist bag.

Ronan didn't say anything else. He simply said hello and turned to leave.

Jerome, however, stood there for a long time, looking at Ronan's receding back, his face full of complexity, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Until a majestic and deep voice interrupted Jerome from his emotional recollection, "Come with me."

Jerome turned his head at the sound, only to see a gorgeous robe covered with orange and gold patterns, and a spiritual power as hot and vast as a lake of lava.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he responded quickly, then obediently followed the other party in a certain direction.

On the way, Jerome couldn't suppress his inner anxiety and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, can I ask, is there anything wrong?"

The second-level wizard from Molten Crystal Lake who was leading the way paused, slowly turned sideways, and looked at him with a cold expression.

"what's up?"

"Ronan Damien, the most talented wizard of the new generation of the Silver Ring, is also the opponent we will face in this competition.
I had a secret contact with him before the competition was about to start, and you still ask me why? ! "

Hearing the other party's answer, Jerome was stunned and his head kept buzzing.

He thought he had imagined Ronan to be good enough, but he didn't expect that.
To what terrifying heights has Ronan reached now?
When Ronan saw Jerome being taken away by the wizard of Molten Crystal Lake, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't take it to heart.

It should be just a routine interrogation. The storage waist bag he gave to Jerome only contained some resources that were valuable to a first-level wizard but useless to him, and would not cause any trouble to Jerome.

Retracting his gaze, Ronan walked towards the "base" of the Silver Ring.

At this time, almost all the people from various forces had arrived, occupying six directions respectively, and gathered together in clear divisions.

On the Silver Ring side, Ronan saw Caroni, who had led the team to the second battlefield last time and was also the master of the third ring. In addition to him, there was another person who should also be a ring master, a powerful third-level wizard, who was sitting next to Caroni.

Kirsty didn't come.

Caroni noticed Ronan and waved to him from a distance.

Ronan walked over there and noticed the "radiant and eye-catching" Orion on the way.

This strongest talent of the younger generation of the Circle of Magic, known as the "Four-Color Metal", was as confident and proud as the last time I saw him.

Orion, with a head full of golden hair shining like the sun under the night sky, sat quietly in the center position below the two ring masters, his eyes always looking in one direction.

Ronan turned around and took a glance. Well, as expected, it was the "most powerful king" Jupiter, whom he regarded as his biggest rival.

Perhaps sensing Ronan's gaze, Orion turned his head.

Ronan paused and looked at Orion from a distance.

Unexpectedly, Orion nodded slightly at him, then retracted his gaze.

Ronan was almost "flattered", but couldn't help but sigh in his heart: These top talents who have been famous for a long time, their strength is still unknown, but the "class" revealed in their words and deeds is really higher than one.
As Ronan approached, the members of the Circle of Justice on both sides stepped aside and automatically made way for him.

Ronan walked up to Karoni and the other man. Karoni introduced him with a gentle look, "This is the fourth ring master, Aqido."

Ronan's gaze turned to the person next to Caroni. This was a fair-skinned, handsome man with long hair like Ronan. His facial features were even soft and beautiful, and he had a temperament that was even more "beautiful" than a woman.

The latter narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down with a look that Ronan couldn't understand.

Ronan looked calm as he bowed to Caroni and the man one by one.

"Don't have too much psychological pressure, just do your best. For you, this competition is just a test and a test. What's important is not the ranking, but the harvest."

Caroni gave him instructions, using similar words to those given by Costi, and then told him to find a seat by himself, as the competition was about to begin.

After Ronan turned and left, the long-haired handsome man beside Caroni emitted his mental power slightly, setting up a temporary isolation force field that enveloped the two of them.

"tsk"

The gentle man exclaimed in surprise, "Now I understand why you have such a misunderstanding.

When I first saw Damien, I almost thought he was one of my lost descendants.
His appearance and temperament are almost exactly the same as mine when I was young.”

"It's just a little similar. After all, you both major in ice magic..."

Karoni shook his head. "But Damien is much tougher and more violent than you. You haven't seen what he looks like when his blood is aroused. Even the blood of the ancient fire demon of the Sakirs family would kneel down and lie dormant."

"Have you studied the origin of his bloodline?"

The soft man asked.

"More than one person was interested, but they were all rejected by Kirsty."

"A powerful and mysterious bloodline, majoring in ice magic but choosing to join the seventh ring, and Costi's unusual protection."

The beautiful man touched his smooth chin and suddenly thought of a possibility, "Do you think this Damien could be the offspring of that guy?"

"Do you feel the same way?"

Caroni looked up at the starry sky and whispered, "I also see Shelby's past in him."

“Perhaps only Kirsty knows the answer.”

As night fell, the sky of the Goblin Plains was filled with stars. The "spiritual light" released by the six dawn wizards illuminated half of the plains.

Four huge competition arenas were erected, and ten people from each of the six forces walked out.

(End of this chapter)