Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 201 Monsters, Phoenix
It was very quiet in there, without any accumulated dust, and it was so clean that it seemed as if the owner of the house had just cleaned it specially to entertain him.

The house has a low ceiling and is hemispherical, with a leaf-shaped window on one side.

Looking out through the window, one can vaguely see the shadows of huge gray stone pillars, one of which releases a pillar of light that reaches the sky, which is particularly conspicuous under the gray sky.

"boom!"

Ronan's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that a second gray stone pillar was suddenly lit up at this moment, shining brightly, reflecting the first lit stone pillar.

“Another seat has been taken.”

Claire walked in from outside, but it was not because there was one less seat among the thirty-two wizards.

"Ronan..I guess I can call you that."

Claire said to Ronan with a serious look, "There are some things I think I need to tell you. Come with me."

Ronan walked out of the hut with Claire in confusion. Claire took a breath and pointed in a direction, saying, "Look over there."

Claire asked Ronan to look in the opposite direction of the two lit stone pillars. Ronan saw a faint colorful light curtain. The wizards who participated in the battle had passed through this light curtain before.

Ronan stared at the light curtain for a while, and suddenly asked: "Is this light curtain moving?"

"Correct."

Claire nodded and said in a deep voice: "To be precise, it is shrinking inwards. The space of the entire Fairy Ancient City is shrinking. This is one of the rules of the battle.

The light curtain will eventually shrink to the point where only thirty-two stone pillars remain. Any participant excluded from the light curtain will be eliminated by the rules.
I learned about this rule from a notebook written by a senior wizard who participated in a battle for a seat, but I didn’t expect that this rule would be activated so quickly.”

Ronan said nothing, just thinking quietly.

The contraction of the light curtain is in disguise to drive the wizards in the ancient fairy city to the location of the thirty-two stone pillars, compressing everyone's activity space, forcing everyone to fight each other, and then select the real strong ones, the wizards who can truly bear the name of "genius".

Looking back at the life of the legendary Spellbinder Heramus, he almost grew up in fighting.

Countless times of suppression, resistance, and battles... eventually made Heramus the first talented wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent.

It is normal for him to establish such rules in his own heritage.

But this rule is not so friendly to Ronan, who needs time to buffer the most at this stage.

Ronan knew what Claire meant by telling him this. After thinking about it, Ronan said calmly: "If the light curtain shrinks to the vicinity of this house and I haven't come out yet, then you can leave first and don't worry about me."

Claire nodded with a complicated expression and said nothing more.

Ronan didn't waste any more time and walked straight into the room.

First, he set up a simple defensive rune array and a array to assist in the growth of mental power in the room. Ronan sat cross-legged in the center of the two arrays and took out the strange cowbell he got from the skeleton bell Mammoth.

Probing with his mental power, Ronan felt resistance inside the cowbell.

This is a heritage tool with a certain space storage function. Perhaps it represents the inheritance of the "Skeleton Death Bell" school, because Ronan feels an extremely ancient and rich ghostly aura on this cowbell tool.

There is still a unique spiritual imprint belonging to Mafulin on the cowbell. If Ronan wants to confirm this, he has to erase the imprint.

Of course, he definitely doesn't have time to do this now.

After the battle with Maflin, Ronan had a preliminary understanding of his own strength.

After two rounds of mental purification, Ronan's mental power surpassed that of an average third-level early wizard in both quality and quantity.

Therefore, even though he was only in the late stage of level two, the actual gap between him and the mid-stage of level three Ma Fulin was not as big as outsiders saw.

In the state of [Boiling Lake], his fighting spirit burned, and the gap was further narrowed.

Add to that the three kinds of power that have entered the second stage of resonance, combined with the [Tundra Frozen Soil] talisman, and he already had the capital to fight Mammoth Flin head-on with his domain structure.

Of course, Ma Fulin’s defeat was also closely related to his underestimation of the enemy.

He didn't have time to use the spell that he wanted to cast as his trump card, or the cowbell in Ronan's hand.

He underestimated Ronan so much that Ronan took the opportunity to kill him.

"Even the most calm wizard will inevitably feel contempt when facing an opponent who is a few levels lower than him, or even a level lower than him.
My low mental strength is my weakness, but it is also my advantage."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh that many things in this world have two sides, it all depends on how you look at it.

"If [Winter Homeland] had not been destroyed in the Mechanical Heart, this battle might have been won more easily."

The [Winter Homeland] magic tool set given to Ronan by Soraya of the Lanster family gave him a great boost for a long time. It was a pity that it was corroded by the golden curse in the battle with the Ash Witch Mollyl. After all, it was only a second-level magic tool set.

Ronan thought casually, then quickly gathered his thoughts and prepared to become a level three wizard.

The promotion of a level 2 wizard to level 3 is actually not as difficult as the promotion from level 1 to level 2 after the soul power meets the promotion standards.

Ronan didn't need to prepare anything, as he always carried the necessary breakthrough materials with him.

He pointed casually, and black titanium shot quickly towards the window. The flowing metal covered the only window in the cabin, completely blocking out all the light.

After doing all this, Ronan closed his eyes.

In his mind, three pale golden spiritual crystals trembled slightly, dropping some tiny crystal brilliance, and under the guidance of his soul power, they began to slowly gather together.
Outside the cabin, Claire was faithfully performing her duty to protect Ronan.

"call--"

A figure suddenly flew over her head. Claire's body tensed slightly. She looked up and made eye contact with a third-level wizard who was passing by hurriedly.

The latter was a little confused when he saw Claire's expression, but he didn't stay for too long. He quickly looked away and left quickly.

Claire's hand that was tightly gripping the staff relaxed a little, and her eyes became calm.

As the chief genius of the medium-sized wizarding force "Hand of Magic", Claire is indeed not as good as the inheritors of top schools such as Skeleton Bell, but he also has his own pride.

Claire is not afraid of ordinary third-level wizards, or even mid-level third-level ones. His magical tools and spell inheritance are not made of clay.

Claire stood in front of the cabin, spreading her mental power, keeping an eye on the situation around her, as well as the two directions, the contraction of the outer light curtain, and the lighting of the central stone pillar.

In just a short while, Claire saw two more stone pillars lit up.

He still remembered what he had read in the notebook of the senior wizard "Hand of Magic Power". According to the description in the notebook, in the battle for the wizard seat that the senior wizard "Hand of Magic Power" participated in, the first gray stone pillar representing the seat was lit up on the fifth dawn after entering the ancient fairy city.

And this time, they lit up four candles on the first day!
You know, the gray stone pillars of the representative seats cannot be lit up casually.

Only by defeating enough opponents and accumulating enough gray smoke can you get the certification of "genius" and step onto the position of genius.

The participants in this session far surpass those in previous sessions in terms of both number and strength.

The Blue Mist Society was established for this reason. Otherwise, with the arrogant character of him and other members of the Blue Mist Society, how could they come up with such an almost shameful idea of ​​"banding together for warmth".

"boom!"

A silent roar came from afar, and the fifth stone pillar lit up.

Claire's eyes flickered fiercely, and she couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "What a monster!"

But then again, isn't that guy in the hut behind him also a monster?

With a level two body, spanning one major realm and two minor realms, he killed the Skeleton Deathstroke with an almost crushing attitude on the front battlefield. If Claire had not seen this record with his own eyes, he would probably sneer at anyone who told him about it.

Thinking about it now, Claire's eyelids can't help but twitch slightly.

"I hated this person half a month ago. Now I am willing to protect him like a follower..."

Claire couldn't help but shake her head. "The world is so strange."

As he sighed, the communication stone made a sound.

Claire took out a piece and checked it, frowned slightly, responded quickly, and then her expression calmed down and she continued to guard quietly.

"Selina from the Central Court of Life, Livich from the Chaos Secret Society, Adam from the Dawn of Psychic Energy, and Evaqui, the inheritor of the Ancient Spirit Shaman"

On the roof of a tall ancient goblin building, the calm black-haired wizard Xavier squinted his eyes and looked at the five shining stone pillars in front of him. While identifying the appearance of the people standing on the stone pillars, he whispered the other person's identity.

"We should be thankful that the Ash Witch who could fight Princess Serena of the Life Court head-on without losing was blocked outside by the rules and could not come in.
Otherwise, our Blue Mist Society’s hope of getting a spot in the top thirty-two will be slim.”

Xavier exhaled, retracted his gaze, and spoke in a low voice to the person beside him.

Compared with the confident and self-assured attitude he had shown in front of the members of the Blue Mist Society, Harvid, the first president of the Blue Mist Society, now seemed much weaker and heavier.

"We still have a chance."

The people around Harvey looked calm.

This is a handsome young man with golden hair, eyes like silver lakes, and half of his face is covered by a silver-white metal mask, which makes him look even more profound and mysterious.

It was Orion.

"I see."

Xavier nodded, "I'm already gathering members to come, our goal is to get at least one seat.

The owner of this seat can be you or me. "

Harvid looked at Orian, but Orian seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes kept glancing in a certain direction. There was a faint roar like the roar of an evil spirit, and a pale green energy light flashed from time to time.

Harvide noticed Orian's look, frowned, and couldn't help but say: "Orian, I know what you want to do, but now is not the best time"

"Do not."

Orian turned to look at Xavier and said calmly, “On the contrary, now is the most appropriate opportunity.

Once we enter the ranking battle, when we meet Andariel again, we can only rely on our own strength.
Do you think Andariel has the personality to allow any of us to survive a one-on-one duel?"

"..When all the members of the Blue Mist Society gather together, our strength will be unprecedentedly strong. This is also our only chance to get everything back from Andariel..."

Orion gently placed his hand on the metal mask on his face, as if his fingertips could feel the wounds underneath the mask. "Xavier, have you forgotten those companions who fought alongside us but died in the end? Have you forgotten the experience of being trampled and humiliated by Andariel?
And Gwill, he was the one who came up with the idea of ​​the Blue Mist Society, but he never had the chance to join the Blue Mist Society he had envisioned."

Harvey's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "We can wait until all the members of the Blue Mist Society have grown up, and then..."

"How many people in the entire Blue Mist Society do you think will eventually reach Dawn? Who has a greater chance of reaching Dawn than Andariel?"

Orion said coldly: “Even if someone can do it, then seeking revenge on Andariel at that time will not only represent a personal grudge.

It is likely to provoke an all-out war between the two forces!
Can you convince the 'Dawn Wind' and other forces to unite and declare war on the 'Mask of Phantom Poison'?

still"

Orion stared into Xavier's eyes. "You've never thought about revenge?"

"That's enough Orion!"

Harvey’s face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: “You are not qualified to command and question me.

The action plan of the Blue Mist Society is not something that can be decided by you and me alone. The flames of revenge are about to consume you."

As Harvide spoke, he habitually picked up a communication stone to check it. Suddenly, he was stunned.

The originally serious expression turned strange.

"what happened?"

Orion also noticed the sudden change in Harvey's mood, and temporarily broke away from the topic of the argument, and couldn't help but ask.

Xavier held the communication stone in his hand, not knowing how to express himself for a moment.

Finally, he said quietly, "I just received a message from Claire. He said that Ronan Damien of your Silver Ring is about to be promoted to level three. He has to protect Ronan's smooth promotion and cannot come to join us for the time being..."

"Uh"

When Orion heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

After a while, Orion's voice was heard.

"Are you sure you received the message from Claire?"

Outside the ancient fairy city, countless wizards are watching the battle inside the ancient fairy city.

Everything in the ancient city was distant, hazy and vague to them.

But just the occasional burst of magical light is enough to make some people feel excited.

When the first dazzling beam of light lit up, there was even a great commotion among the crowd of wizards gathered outside the ancient fairy city.

A knowledgeable person spoke excitedly: "Someone has already stepped onto the ladder leading to the legendary Heramus, the natural born spellbender's inheritance!"

After that, every time the beam of light lit up, it would cause a great shock to the external wizards, and they would speculate which genius from the south would take the seat this time.

"It seems that this generation of young wizards in the south is quite powerful."

Mollyl sat on the red lotus cane, dangling in mid-air like a swing, and looked out at the white beams of light that broke through the layers of fog in the ancient fairy city.

"Even though Serena was the first to take a seat, the others weren't much slower than her.
Alas, this stupid woman is really bad at what she does. I hope she doesn’t get outdone by the people in the south. Otherwise, I will laugh my teeth off.”

Molly yawned and muttered to herself.

Suddenly, a voice came from below, "Her Highness Serena will definitely reach the top. In the south, no one can surpass Her Highness Serena!"

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, a wizard in a moon-white robe flew out like a sandbag.

Molly appeared at some point, rubbing her pink fists slowly, and fiercely yelled at the Life Court wizard who was knocked away by her punch: "Did I ask you to speak?!"

Turning around, a group of wizards from the Court of Life were kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner. There were some crooked words written on everyone's face, which were full of ridicule and mockery of Selina. It was obviously written by Molly.

Every wizard in the Court of Life looked at Molly angrily, as if they dared to be angry but were afraid to do so.

Molly put her hands on her hips and walked in front of each person in her beautiful little red shoes, admiring her masterpiece one by one with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Far away, high in the sky.

Two figures stood there quietly, looking at this side.

"Don't worry, when this is over, I will give you a potion that can help them wash away the marks."

The black-robed old woman Vivian gently comforted a nervous middle-aged wizard beside her.

The latter thanked Vivian with a helpless look on his face. His attitude towards Vivian was filled with respect amidst fear, as if he was a junior facing a senior.

"Thank you for your trouble..."

Vivian shook her head, looked at Molly in the distance tenderly, and whispered, "Who made Molly the only bloodline of the Phoenix family in this generation? She is a hundred times more valuable than the ten royal heirs of your Life Royal Court combined.
As long as she is happy, everything is up to her."

When the Dawn Wizard of the Court of Life heard the word "Phoenix", his eyes trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head deeply.

As time passed, more and more stone pillars were lit up in the Fairy Ancient City.

In a corner of the ancient fairy city, a black stone giant nearly a hundred meters tall was rampaging in the ancient buildings.

It waved its arms made of ancient rocks, making dull, violent, and terrifying howls in the air. Every time it swung its arms, it could create an energy storm out of thin air that was comparable to a third-level spell.

The Black Stone Giant drove away the fleeing third-level wizards like flies.

From time to time, there are people who are unable to dodge in time. With a "bang", the whole person and the energy protection shield outside his body will be easily blown up.

I don't know how many level 3 wizards were blown up. On the shoulder of the Black Stone Giant, a young man covered in a thick gray cloud gently patted the giant's shoulder and said softly, "That's enough, Venus. It's time for us to go up."

The Black Stone Giant stopped chasing the third-level wizards and strode silently towards a nearby gray stone pillar.

Soon, a stone pillar was lit up, and the young man sitting on the shoulder of the black stone giant jumped lightly and jumped onto the top platform of the stone pillar.

Elsewhere, Jupiter, with his entire body wrapped in blue-purple electric light, was rapidly streaking across the sky.

Several fleeing third-level wizards were caught up by him in an instant. They managed to cast a few spells and use their magical tools, but they were pierced and torn apart by the terrifying lightning as soon as they made contact.

Jupiter suddenly stopped, lightning flashed in his purple eyes, releasing a majestic aura like a god.

He looked down coldly at several Level 3 wizards who were slowly falling from the sky with pale faces, and said calmly: "There is still time. I am waiting for your challenge at my seat."

After saying this, he turned and left, and a stone pillar was immediately lit up.

In the ancient streets surrounded by rich blood and gray clouds, Rufus took a step out with a strong smell of blood.

He stretched out his hideous and majestic body of flesh and blood as much as he could, with exposed muscles and blood vessels wriggling on it.

"The Rock"

Rufus let out a low, demonic roar, his eyes were as red as diamonds, and he was filled with brutality and cruelty.

At a certain moment, Rufus suddenly disappeared, and then a white light rose into the sky.

When the number of lit stone pillars reached eighteen.

In a quiet and enchanting room, a young man full of evil spirit woke up slowly from his sleep.

He yawned, stretched himself, and his burgundy eyes glowed like agate gems in the dark.

"It's about time to get up and stretch your muscles."

The young man stood up, opened the window, squinted his eyes and looked at the lit stone pillars in the distance.

Ink-black feathers stretched out behind him, and the shadow spread rapidly.

"The Court of Life..."

"At a gathering of geniuses in the south, in front of countless people, I personally crushed to death a princess from the Central Wizard Empire."

"This kind of thing is really exciting just thinking about it."

The young man laughed softly, and suddenly, he disappeared completely.

There was only a quiet room, as if no one had ever been there.

(End of this chapter)