Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 180 Prologue, Pride

A majestic peak stands above the humid swamp filled with water vapor.

Terrible explosions often echoed in the area, and the air was filled with explosive and numbing power, ruthlessly driving away those weak creatures.

And the source of all this comes from the top of the giant peak.

There, an extremely huge rune formation was set up out of thin air, continuously attracting free energy particles between heaven and earth, turning them into large streams of dense electric currents.

In the center where a large amount of thunder and plasma interweave, a huge deep purple electric ball is rolling, constantly releasing waves of terrifying energy, as if it is nurturing some terrible existence.

At a certain moment, countless electric lights between heaven and earth suddenly converged to one point and all became part of the deep purple electric ball.

The huge deep purple electric ball expanded rapidly, and the aura it emitted became more and more terrifying. Finally, when it reached a certain climax, "BOOM!"
Thousands of lightning bolts exploded at the same time, and a huge dark purple electric ball exploded. Endless electric current formed a thick and dazzling waterfall, rushing down in all directions, instantly dispersing the thick fog below, evaporating the water vapor, and directly turning a large swamp into a dry and barren land occupied by electric fire and lightning plasma.
At the same time, in the bright and clear sky washed by heavy rain, between the giant peak and the sky, a figure surrounded by countless lightning lights stood quietly.

This is an extremely handsome young man.

There were thunderstorm clouds brewing in his eyes, every strand of his hair was wrapped with lightning, and the robe on his body seemed to be woven from lightning.

He calmly looked down at the earth below him, with an innate noble temperament, like a legendary king holding the power of thunder and lightning, or like an ancient creature born from thunder and fire. Every movement and look of his silently interpreted the mystery and majesty of the sky.

Jupiter

A deep and majestic voice came from the giant peak, carrying some unquestionable meaning.

“Go, and reclaim your briefly lost glory.

On the seat set up by Heramus, engrave your name and the name of the Council."

The handsome man stroked his left shoulder with his right hand and bowed calmly in the direction of the giant peak.

Then he cast his deep gaze towards the distant sky, and the next moment, his whole body turned into a dazzling thunder ball that suddenly broke through the air.

"Angela Rio."

"You should be prepared to experience the feeling of having your heart pierced by lightning."

At the same time, on a black plain.

Thick blood-colored clouds obscured the sky and swept rapidly across the plain.

Wherever the thick cloud, like a clot of dirty blood, passed, the weak creatures living on the plains below immediately had blood oozing out of their skin and died silently, without even a chance to scream. Only death and despair spread.

In the thick blood-red cloud, a flesh and blood monster over four meters tall, whose entire body seemed to have been skinned alive, leaving only exposed tendons and muscles, but condensed into some kind of strange armor shape, was running wildly with a cold expression.

He was like a super strong magnet that could naturally absorb blood. The blood oozing from the creatures on the plain that had been forcibly deprived of all their blood gathered in the air into gurgling red streams, all converging towards him.

The aura of the terrifying monster whose flesh and blood had been condensed into armor was rising all the time, and his eyes flashed with solemnity and fear from time to time. He would look back every once in a while, as if he was being chased by someone.

"call--"

Suddenly, a terrible, sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

A blurry black shadow quickly swept across the void, spanning many distances, tearing through the blood cloud in an instant, and arrived behind the flesh and blood monster.

The flesh and blood monster seemed to have anticipated this. It twisted its body violently and punched the black shadow.

"Boom!"

The terrifying spell shockwaves and energy aftermath exploded, smashing the surrounding blood-colored clouds into pieces. The flesh and blood monster also seemed to be severely damaged, and retreated backwards in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

But before he could catch his breath, a second, third and more dark shadows appeared from nowhere.

The flesh and blood monster punched continuously, constantly smashing the black shadow attacking him, and his body kept retreating.

He seemed extremely aggrieved and irritable, so he simply stopped retreating, halted, and began to let out an inhuman growl in the direction where the shadow was coming from.

Soon, huge and dull footsteps sounded continuously on the black plain behind him.

A black rock giant tens of meters tall appeared on the plain.

This giant has no facial features, only a simple head and limbs, and his entire body is made up of huge and hard black rocks, one piece at a time, as if he had just crawled out of the soil that had been deposited for who knows how many years. There are even thick vines growing in the cracks between the rocks.

The black rock giant's two arms, which were as big as huge peaks, were waving from time to time. With every swing, a small piece of rock would fall off his body and then be thrown fiercely towards the direction of the thick blood cloud.

However, it was such a barbaric and crude attack method, which seemed like that of an ordinary farmer fighting, but it was able to force the flesh and blood monster controlling the blood cloud to jump frequently and let out a frustrated and helpless roar.

It is hard to imagine how terrifying and domineering power is infused in every rock throw by this black rock giant.

On the shoulders of the black rock giant sat a young man wearing a strange robe.

The boy had rough skin and a strange appearance, like a puppet made entirely of mud and gravel. He smiled as he looked at the flesh-and-blood monster that was being chased by the black rock giant. As he spoke, sand and mud were still falling from his nose, eyebrows, and mouth.

"I heard your name is Rufus? Many people died at your hands?"

"What a pity! I don't have any blood for you to suck."

"You look much weaker than the rumors say.

Last time I met a guy who could transform into many different beast forms, and he was much stronger than you."

As he spoke, the strange boy's eyeballs, which seemed to be made of mud, rolled around, and a cold and vicious look suddenly appeared on his stiff and rough face.

He stared at the flesh and blood monster in the distance, and a sharp sound like the friction of hard stones came out of his mouth.

"Kill him, Venus!"

"Kill him quickly! Let's find the next toy."

As if receiving instructions from the young man, the huge black rock giant beat his chest with his arms and let out a dull and magnificent roar.

Ancient rune patterns lit up on its dark and hard body, and an indescribable terrifying aura emanated from it. It strode forward, and wherever it passed, the ground beneath its feet turned into waves of black earth that rolled outward.

At the same time, the look of the flesh and blood monster that was being chased not far away also became gloomy.

He opened his bloody mouth and spat out one evil and ancient syllable spell after another.

After a moment, all the blood-colored clouds around his body gathered inside his body, forming a huge scarlet blood-colored vortex.

Its body, which was already strange and creepy, continued to twist and swell under the infusion of this power.
Similar scenes continue to occur in every corner of the southern continent. As a certain date approaches, a prelude is slowly unfolding.

This is a deserted gravel plain, covered with gravels of various shapes and sizes, from pebbles to larger rocks, the surface of the stones is weathered and smoothed, showing gray, brown and red colors.

These stones are scattered on the ground, forming a huge and irregular pavement, as if it is a strange puzzle made by nature unintentionally.

Suddenly, two figures broke through the air above the wasteland and quietly landed on the gravel-strewn ground.

These were two wizards in grey robes, both middle-aged in appearance, with a calm and alert temperament, and they all exuded the mental power fluctuations of a first-level wizard.

A wizard looked around, frowned and said, "Martin, what is your purpose in asking me to come here?
Exploring the Mechanical Heart?
It's almost no secret that the Mechanical Heart exists in this wasteland, but you should know that without the key, it's impossible for us to enter.

Did you find the key to this ancient site at last month's Sunset Gathering?"

"I don't have that kind of luck."

The other middle-aged wizard shook his head, but quickly whispered back: "But I have another way.

I encountered a broken metal puppet nearby before, which looked like a short-legged gray goat with one horn missing.

Tsk tsk, that thing is almost immune to most of the spells I know...
Rawls, you should know that apart from the real ancient dwarf forging, there is no wizard in the south now who can do this.

I have reason to suspect that the lame gray goat came from the Mechanical Heart. If we can catch it, maybe we can find the entrance to the Mechanical Heart ruins.
Even if it doesn't work, the value of this antique magic puppet is not low.

Several large workshops in Sunset Market accept this stuff, and the magic stones you get in exchange may be enough to equal the income from several missions or expeditions."

The first wizard's eyes flickered, and he was obviously persuaded by his companions.

"I hope you didn't deceive me. So what do we do next?"

"Use your divination spell to help us find the location of the goat..."

The first wizard couldn't help but frown, "My research on prophecy spells can only be regarded as an apprenticeship."

"enough."

Martin patted the other's shoulder comfortingly, then quickly took out a few ordinary-looking stones from his storage waist bag, which were almost the same as the broken rocks under their feet, and handed them to the wizard named Rawls.

"The stone that the puppet goat stepped on should be useful to you."

Rawls nodded, and without further hesitation, he took the rock from the other party's hand and began to arrange the various ritual materials needed to cast the prophecy spell on the spot.

Wizard Martin stood aside and waited quietly with great anticipation.

But before the wizard Rawls could complete the preparations for the ritual, suddenly, a cold and powerful pressure descended from the air.

On the wasteland, there were suddenly scattered snowflakes, as if winter had arrived quietly without any warning.

The two men's faces changed almost at the same time. Without hesitation, they picked up the things on the ground and flew quickly into the sky.

However, just as the two of them rose to halfway into the air, they saw the thick clouds high above their heads being broken apart, and large flakes of ice and frost were falling.

Immediately afterwards, a huge snake shadow that was hundreds of meters long appeared in the sight of the two.

The gorgeous snake body seemed to be carved from ice crystals, the horn was as deep blue as a giant scimitar, and it was surrounded by wind and snow. The cold breath of ancient wilderness was blowing towards us like a glacial tide.

That was the might of the ancient snake species, the overlord of Warcraft, which made the two middle-aged wizards' expressions stiff and their bodies rigid, nailing them in the air and not daring to move.

When the pair of narrow, scarlet snake eyes looked at them, revealing a cruel desire to eat, the two felt their hearts being tightened by coldness, thinking that death was approaching.

However, the next second, the snake eyes seemed to be retracted reluctantly.

The two then noticed that on top of the terrifying demon snake's head, there was a tall and handsome young man sitting quietly cross-legged.

He is dressed in a gorgeous robe with silver patterns, and his eyes are deep blue, reminiscent of an infinitely quiet lake in autumn.

"call--"

A hundred-meter-long snake quickly passed over the two men's heads, and finally stopped not far from where they had just stood.

The surging wind and frost spread out silently in all directions as the magic snake landed on the ground, as if a bucket of ice water was poured over the whole body. The two middle-aged wizards woke up as if from a dream, shuddered, and hurriedly flew forward, thinking of getting away from this place as quickly as possible.

It was unknown how far they ran before they stopped.

They looked at each other and saw the relief of surviving the disaster on each other's pale faces.

After more than a minute, the two regained the ability to speak.

"That's... the ancient ice crystal demon snake?!"

"It should be. It is almost exactly the same as described in the ancient books! It is said that this ancient snake species, as long as it grows normally, will grow to at least the Dawn Stage when it reaches adulthood!"

"But it was actually tamed by someone? It became a mount and magic pet!!"

An expression of disbelief and shock appeared on both of their faces for a long time.

After a while, one of them spoke quietly, "It looks like he is another top-level genius wizard from a large wizard force!
The battle for Herams' Wizards seat is about to begin, and the probability of such a genius appearing is becoming more and more frequent.

At the Sunset Gathering last month, I saw a young wizard who was already a third-level wizard! But he didn’t look as good as this one.”

"Are we going to continue?"

"Come on."

Wizard Martin shook his head, "We almost died just now and became food for other people's magic pets.

I want to keep this life alive so that I can go to the Fairy Ancient City in a few months to watch the gathering of geniuses and the battle for seats..."

After a brief discussion, the two decided not to stay in the wilderness any longer and left in a hurry.

Perhaps after they return, in the small circle of wizards around them, there will be another legend about a genius wizard who controls the ancient ice crystal snake.

"I've said this many times."

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the direction where the two passing wizards left, looked at the ice crystal snake in front of him calmly, and said, "You can only use wizards as food when I allow you to."

The ice crystal snake hissed at him.

But after looking into Ronan's eyes, it finally chose to lower its proud head temporarily.

(End of this chapter)