Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 189 Ether and Titanium, Welcome to Spirt’s Golden Kingdom!

"I have to say, your belated proposal has made my already bad mood even worse, Vivian."

The girl had a tantrum, and her pretty face was full of dissatisfaction with the old woman in black robe.

The latter just looked at her with a respectful and doting look, and said softly: "It seems that our Miss Molly has encountered other things in there. Is that the real reason why you are unhappy?"

"Yes, a lowly, weak, and vile worm."

The girl crossed her arms and said coldly, "Only in the remote and barbaric soil of the south can such dirty and ugly things grow."

"Dirty?"

The old woman in black robe accurately caught a word that was rarely used in the girl's words. Her old face, which was wrinkled like dead tree bark, suddenly turned cold, and the air around her collapsed and distorted in an instant.

"You sound very offended. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The girl realized that she had said something wrong, and a barely visible blush appeared on her creamy cheeks, but it quickly disappeared.

"It's actually not a big deal, Vivienne. You always like to make a fuss about nothing."

The girl reached out to lift a few strands of hair hanging down from her ears to hide her momentary embarrassment and anger. She suddenly changed the subject and asked, "By the way, what was Selena doing during the time I was in there?"

The old woman in black robe shook her head and replied: "She did nothing. She stayed near the ancient fairy city that had not yet been born. Oh, during that time, she had a fight with two native geniuses from the south. She controlled her position very well and just drove them away."

A faint light shone in the girl's beautiful rosy eyes, and she bared her teeth, revealing an evil smile.

"Our poor Princess Serena was ostracized by her brothers and sisters and had to come to the south to compete for resources with a group of country wizards... Unfortunately, I won't let her do even this.
Let’s go, Vivian!”

The girl waved the cane in her hand like a whip, creating beautiful flames like flowers in the air.

"I can't wait to see Serena's face when her plan goes awry."

"Everything is at your command."

The old woman in black robe bowed respectfully, then stroked the sleeves of her robe and put away the glowing teleportation array in front of her.

Soon, a ball of fire suddenly rose from the wilderness like a burning comet, and in an instant it sank into the clouds and disappeared.

Ronan seemed to have accidentally fallen into a lake of cold and thick glue.

No, glue is not the right word to describe it.

It should be lead water.

The cold and heavy air seeped into every pore of his body, taking away his body temperature, causing his muscles to stiffen, his bones to rust, and his blood to stop flowing.
This feeling is like being forcibly locked in a hard and cold lead shell, unable to release even mental power. One can only shrink into the space of consciousness, surrounded by solid walls.

The only thing he could do was to continuously activate the vitality light ball in his body.

At this moment, Ronan was very glad that he had not neglected his practice of "Austerity Body Tempering" during the three years in the Silver Ring Ascetic Attic.

After his master-level proficiency in [Austerity Body Tempering] exceeded one thousand points, the life ball in his body became more than five times stronger than it was three years ago. The tremendous life energy was condensed into a small ball of light and was almost compressed into a liquid.

At Ronan's urging, wisps of pure white life flames flew out from the light ball and fed back into his body, used to resist the waves of terrible curse power that he had never seen before.

If it weren't for his [Immaculate Body], he would have been completely transformed into a real golden statue the moment the curse power erupted for the second time.

However, the [Innocent Body] that was stimulated to the extreme only slowed down the transformation of flesh and blood into metal a little bit, and the "lead shell" outside the consciousness continued to thicken.

Even because of the bad condition of the external body, a series of chain reactions will occur inside the body.

In the corner of the consciousness space, within the shadow that had been consumed and suppressed by him to a small extent, the remaining will of the "Ancient Frost Hydra Hekator" began to stir, as if it was ready to take advantage of the situation and completely take over his body.

In this situation of internal and external troubles, Ronan was struggling to hold on with just his will.

The power of the curse continued to seep in, gradually affecting his spirit, and even his thinking seemed to become dull.

Gradually, Ronan's consciousness began to become blurred.

Suddenly, Ronan found himself in an endless desert covered with yellow sand. There was no one around him, and above his head was a scorching sun that was so bright that it was blinding.

He walked aimlessly in the desert, not knowing where to go. He just felt thirsty, his throat was about to smoke, and his body was exhausted.

Just when Ronan couldn't hold on any longer and was about to fall down.

suddenly
A big, broad hand stretched out from behind him, firmly supporting his shaky body.

Ronan turned his head with difficulty, and in the glaring sunlight, he saw a tall and thin figure wearing a loose gray robe.

The other person was wearing a hood and his face could not be seen clearly.

Ronan didn't know where this man came from or when he appeared. It was obvious that he was the only one walking in the desert for a long time.

This guy seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Or, he might have been following him silently all along, but he just didn't notice.

But at this time Ronan didn't have the energy to think about these things.

"Thank you."

Ronan managed to steady himself. The gray-robed man who supported him said nothing, but gave him a gentle and slightly appreciative look from under his hood.

"After all this time...you're still the first person who can walk here."

It was an unusually young voice, so clear and distinct that Ronan felt it was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

But in the current environment, this sound could only remind him of Oasis.

"Is there water?"

Ronan's cracked lips trembled slightly, and he finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was so weak that even he could hardly hear it.

The gray-robed man thought for a moment, then asked, "If there's no water, is there anything else that can be used?"

His brain, which seemed to be rusted by metal, was still working, thinking about the meaning of the gray-robed man's words, but the gray-robed man in front of him had already let go of Ronan's hand and walked two steps to the side.

He took something out of his arms and slowly buried it in the soft yellow sand under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene appeared.

Ronan watched helplessly as the flat yellow sand began to arch upwards, and then a golden sapling sprang out of the sand and grew rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, it grew into a lush apple tree.

The entire apple tree is golden yellow, as if it were made entirely of gold. Every branch and every leaf is dazzling and extremely luxurious.

There were only two apples on the tree, which were also golden yellow and even emitting a golden luster.

"All right."

The gray-robed man clapped his hands, made a satisfied sound, then stood on tiptoe and carefully picked two golden apples from the golden apple tree and handed one to Ronan.

"Eat it, it tastes good."

As if noticing Ronan's hesitation, the man in gray robe picked up his own golden apple, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

Rich apple aroma with golden juice.

When Ronan smelled the scent, his Adam's apple rolled up and down violently.

He could no longer bear it and took a big bite of the golden apple in his hand. The fresh and sweet juice quickly moistened Ronan's mouth and tongue like a clear spring.

It has the texture and luster of gold, but tastes a thousand times better than a real apple.

This small golden apple seemed to possess a mysterious magic. When Ronan had eaten the entire apple and only a golden core that could not be bitten was left, he had fully recovered.

Physical, mental... everything.

"call--"

Ronan, who had regained his vitality, let out a long breath. He could not wait to run to the shade of the golden apple tree, sat down on the soft yellow sand, looked at the golden core in his hand, and then looked at the gray-robed man who had been watching him quietly.
A strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He said to the man in gray robe: "Thank you for the apple, Spierte."

Ronan pronounced the name word by word.

Yes, after his brain started working again, he finally remembered why he felt the voice of the gray-robed man in front of him was familiar.

Because he had heard it countless times, every time he used the "All-Seeing Orb of Spear"!
As for where he is now
It must be a dream.

It was like the dream of inheritance experienced when integrating the "bloodline of the ancient frost hydra".

He had seen the ancient overlord who controlled ice and frost in his dreams, so it was not surprising to quench his thirst in the desert with the fruit from a golden fruit tree.

Ronan sat under the apple tree, staring at the gray-robed man in front of him with burning eyes, staring at the face hidden under the hood and unable to be seen clearly.

The legendary wizard Spierter, who has left countless legends in every corner of the Upper Ring Continent...it is impossible not to be curious about his appearance.

It didn’t matter whether it was a dream or not, Ronan just wanted to catch a glimpse of the face of the ancient legend.

Facing Ronan's fiery gaze and the firm call of "Spirt"'s name, the gray-robed man seemed to smile.

He neither admitted nor denied it.

But Ronan was not disappointed either.

He casually reached out and pushed the hood on his head back.

What appeared before Ronan was a very young face, which looked only a few years older than him.

Gray hair, black eyes.

There seemed to be always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were exceptionally bright, like gems.

The appearance revealed under the hood was neither handsome nor ugly, but had a peculiar charm that no one could forget.

This face fits Ronan's fantasy of "Spirt" very well.

Such a bright and enthusiastic voice seems to be matched with such a clear and bright face.

Ronan's expression slowly softened.

Maybe it was because he was infected by Spierert's temperament, or maybe it was because he knew he was in a dream, so even when facing the legendary wizard, he did not feel too much pressure, and even felt unusually relaxed.

It was as if he was really just trekking through the desert and met a traveler who was willing to share a fresh apple with him.

"Spirt" sat down beside Ronan, biting an apple. The shade of the golden apple tree just covered the bodies of both of them.

"Want to hear a story?"

"Spirt" looked at the endless golden desert and suddenly said to Ronan. Ronan nodded and made a gesture of listening attentively.

"Hangchi."

Spirt took a small bite of the golden apple and said in a low voice: "Once upon a time, there was a king."

As the story of "Shibirth" was told, the entire desert fell silent.

The scorching sun above our heads that seemed capable of killing people seemed to gradually become dim and no longer so hot.

The only sounds in the world seemed to be the rustling of the leaves of the golden apple tree and the low voice of "Sibirth".

“..He is wise and brave, with outstanding wisdom and powerful means.

He governed his kingdom well, the people lived in peace and contentment, and his army was strong and powerful."

"He was loved by everyone and dedicated his life to his kingdom and his people."

"He never married, nor did he have any offspring. He could be called the most wise monarch in the history of the continent. Elves, dwarves, orcs, and barbarians all lived in peace under his rule."

"He ruled almost three quarters of the continent"

"However.. even such a perfect monarch has his own troubles."

"The king gradually discovered that as time went by, he had more and more white hair on his head, his back became more and more hunched, wrinkles began to grow on his face, his teeth began to loosen, and he could not even sit on his throne for more than an hourglass. He..."

"He's old."

The slow and gentle voice of "Spirt" suddenly became intense in an instant, which also laid the foundation for the direction of the story. All the beautiful things were cruelly torn and shattered.

“The king was afraid.

Because he still has a lot of things to do and a lot of ideas to complete.

He had just learned that there was another continent beyond the continent, and that there were still many people in this world who were in dire straits and were waiting for him to rescue them.

He had not yet planted the flag of his kingdom in every corner, nor was he willing to hand over the huge empire he had worked so hard to build to the next person who would surely be more stupid than him.

The king desires eternal life!"

"So he went to seek help from the greatest wise wizard on the continent."

"No one knows what kind of deal the king made with the wizard.

Anyway, after the king returned from visiting the wizard, he began to collect gold crazily.

Until the king was eighty years old, he was wise and gave everything for his people.

But when he was eighty years old, the king demanded all of this back from his people, and more."

"The king's process of collecting gold was not smooth. His army, under his command, killed many people, displaced countless people, and destroyed countless families.
The whole kingdom is wailing under the flames of war."

“But the king didn’t care, because he had finally collected all the gold on the continent.

All he needs to do next is follow the wizard's instructions, and he will gain eternal life. He is confident that he can return everything he has taken from his people tenfold or a hundredfold."

"The king built a city with all that gold!"

"A city made entirely of gold!"

"The king has assembled all his troops in the Golden City, for he has changed his mind.

He not only wants to gain immortality himself, he also wants every soldier in his army who is loyal to him to gain immortality as well, so that he will have enough capital to build an empire that is a hundred times or a thousand times larger than the one in his first half of life."

"Finally, the king sat on his golden throne, waiting with great anticipation for the coming of the wise man to grant him true immortality."

The story of "Spirt" came to an abrupt end.

Under the apple tree, Ronan blinked and couldn't help asking, "What happened next? How does the story end?"

"Just like the ending of every fairy tale."

Spirt slowly swallowed the last bite of the apple, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Ronan: "The evil and stupid king and his evil army finally died a miserable death."

"Did the wise wizard deceive him?"

Ronan frowned.

"Do not."

Shibirth shook his head, “On the contrary, every word of the way to eternal life that the wise man taught the king is true.

Unfortunately, before the wise man arrived at the Golden City, the old king died of old age on his throne.
However, the wise man did not break his promise and he indeed granted the king eternal life.

He turned the dead king's body and all his troops into immortal golden statues, and buried them forever underground along with the golden city."

"Oh."

Ronan nodded, with an expression that said, "I guessed the ending after hearing the beginning." He then stood up from under the golden apple tree, looked at the golden desert beneath his feet, and asked, "Is it under the desert beneath our feet?"

"Spirit" laughed and shook his head: "You take it too seriously.

It’s just a story.”

"Well, let me guess again..."

Ronan looked into the black eyes of "Spirit" and said calmly: "Are you the wise wizard in the story?"

"I told you, it's just a story."

"Spirt" stood up from under the tree, squinted his eyes and stretched his body. He patted the dust off his butt, turned around and called Ronan: "Come on, I'll take you to the front for a walk."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and without saying a word, he followed "Sibirt" towards the front of the desert.

When they climbed a high slope, Ronan looked back and saw the golden apple tree where they had been before still standing quietly in the yellow sand, like a signpost.

Ronan turned his head and suddenly a black shadow emerged from the sand and quickly rushed towards him.

Ronan subconsciously took a step back, and at this moment he heard a light laugh from "Shi Bierte".

"Don't be nervous, it's just saying hello to you."

Only then did Ronan see clearly that the black shadow that jumped out of the sand pile was a black dog without any facial features.

It rubbed Ronan's trouser leg affectionately. Although it looked strange, it looked quite docile and well-behaved.

Ronan squatted down and tried to touch the black dog's back with his hand. It felt cold and hard, with a metallic texture.

The strange black dog seemed to enjoy Ronan's caress so much that it opened its mouth wide on his face in comfort.

The big mouth like shark teeth suddenly opened in front of Ronan, which startled Ronan a little, and made him think of the giant box monster he saw in the ruins of the Mechanical Heart.

The shapes of their mouths are almost identical.

"It seems that he likes you very much..."

"Spirit" laughed and said, "Its name is Iti."

"ether?"

Ronan was startled when he heard these two words, but was quickly corrected by "Spirit": "It's titanium."

Ronan had read it in an old wizard book.

In ancient times, when wizard civilization had just emerged and the types of free energy particles between heaven and earth had not yet been fully understood by wizards, wizards were accustomed to using "ether" to collectively refer to those strange elements that had not yet been mastered.

When the wizard's system was completely formed, the word "ether" was gradually abandoned in the pile of old papers.

It is not known whether the name given to the black dog by "Spirt" is related to the "Ether" that Ronan knows.

However, this name also confirms Ronan’s previous speculation that the strange black dog might be a kind of "metal" life?

The two men and the dog continued to wander in the desert.

It was unknown how long they had walked this time, but when Ronan looked back and could no longer see any trace of the golden apple tree, "Spirt" suddenly said, "We're here."

Ronan suddenly looked back.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a dazzling golden city of incomparable beauty, immense size, and magnificence that could not be described in words suddenly appear before his eyes.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to be hit hard by something.

Even though he had made the corresponding mental preparations before, when he saw the full picture of the golden city with his own eyes, he still felt a deep throbbing from the depths of his soul.

"Didn't you say...it was just a story?"

Ronan stood on a tall pile of golden sand, staring blankly at the golden city in front of him, murmuring to himself.

"Spirt" smiled and walked past him, whispering as he walked: "It is indeed a story.

But I'm not done yet.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who, when he was very young, heard this story and a golden seed was planted in his heart.

"Spirt" stood in front of Ronan, looking at the golden city in the distance with a dazed look, and golden light bloomed between his five fingers.

"Later, the seed took root, sprouted, and grew bigger and bigger."

"The boy grew up, he had the ability, he finally..."

"Spirt" slowly stretched out his golden palm into the distance, as if trying to grab something.

"You can realize all those daydreams one by one."

The voice of "Spirt" mumbling to himself stopped, and his story seemed to have finally come to an end.

At a certain moment, "Spirt" was quickly pulled out of the memory.

He turned around suddenly, stood against the backdrop of the City of Gold, faced Ronan, opened his arms, and showed a childlike innocent and bright smile on his face.

He shouted loudly to Ronan, as if Ronan had heard the shouts countless times in the "Orb of All Things" space.

他 说:

"Welcome to the Golden Kingdom, latecomer!"

(End of this chapter)