Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 211 The weak should be treated preferentially, lucky man, Lindis!

Chapter 211 The weak should be treated preferentially, lucky man, Lindis!
This is a magical tool that is listed as "taboo" in the Mystic Power Workshop. No one knows who forged it. It was acquired by the Mystic Power Workshop by chance. This time it was taken out to be used as his strongest trump card in the battle for the wizard.

But it is estimated that all the wizards in the Mystic Power Workshop would not have thought that the "Forbidden Blade" would be used in the second round, and even after using it, they still failed to win.

It only left a scar less than ten centimeters long on its opponent, which has almost completely healed even now.

In comparison, Falin, the operator of the magic tool, was more seriously "injured".

Ronan caught the communication stone thrown by Falin, his eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but ask: "What is the name of this magic tool?"

"Jergani's Jealousy, let's talk about it again when we have a chance."

It looked like Farin was really in bad shape, his voice became extremely hoarse, he said a few polite words and left in a hurry.

Ronan walked down the stage slowly, and his stone pillar rose again.

At this time, the gray clouds gathering behind and above his head were already extremely majestic. The layers upon layers almost covered a small half of the sky above the stone pillars, looking extremely imposing.

However, Ronan was helpless.

Because even with the blessing of such a large gray cloud, his soul characteristics still showed no sign of manifesting.

"Soul characteristics..."

Ronan closed his eyes and tried to sense his soul more deeply.

Soul characteristics are related to the school of magic a wizard practices and certain special potentials hidden deep within the soul.

When a wizard's mental and soul power grows to a certain level, and this potential is tapped, he can then give birth to his own "Elem".

"Elemental Spirit" is the characteristic manifestation of the soul's sublimation and transformation to another level. It can enhance the wizard's control over elemental energy tenfold or even a hundredfold, and possess many incredible powerful abilities. For a wizard who has completed this step, his life level has undergone a huge leap.

This is also the main reason why ancient wizards used the fourth level as the first watershed and extended the distinction between "Mist" and "Dawn".

“So, what is my soul like?”

Ronan began to meditate in the [Realm of Emptiness] and entered the state of [Lake of No Thoughts].

All the noise left him, and his consciousness was like sinking into a cold lake without any ripples, sinking continuously towards the bottom of the lake.
Gradually, a bright light seemed to appear in front of Ronan's "eyes".

He slowly approached the ball of light in the "lake water", and an extremely familiar and soft feeling came along with the light.

Ronan gently "embraced" the light in his arms, and in an instant, countless emotions and countless memory scenes flooded into his mind.

Most of these memories belong to him, followed by the dozen years of his predecessor "Ronan", and finally some "fragments" of the ancient frost hydra Hekator that could not be captured clearly.
"Is it because my soul is too complicated?"

Ronan felt a sudden realization.

Soul fusion is the easiest to produce "impurities". When he traveled to this world, his soul experienced the first fusion. That fusion caused his originally mediocre soul qualifications to drop directly to the level of "extremely poor".

It almost blocked his path to becoming a formal wizard.

Afterwards, he "recklessly" carried out the initial fusion of the "Ancient Frost Hydra" bloodline, which invisibly caused a second "pollution" to the soul.

"If the problems of my predecessor and the remnants of Hekalto's soul are not resolved, the fog may be the end of my wizard's journey."

Ronan was in a gloomy mood. Although he seemed to have found the real cause of the problem, he still had no idea how to solve it.

Ronan considered reading ancient books or finding Costi to find a solution after the battle.
"Om-"

A strange shock reached Ronan's soul, completely pulling his consciousness out from the depths of his soul.

Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, still wondering what kind of energy fluctuations could affect his soul, and even the state of [Lake of No Thoughts] could not resist it, but his mind was already shocked and frightened by the scene before him——

"Toxic Muscle!"

In the center of an energy vortex shaped like a vast ocean, Andariel, whose hair hung down to his ankles like seaweed, had a hideous face and let out a sharp roar that sounded like countless ghosts howling in unison.

In an instant, horrifying magical fluctuations emanated from his body, and countless twisted runes wriggling like earthworms quickly lit up on the surface of Andariel's pale skin, which looked like a corpse.

Large pieces of dark green light "fell" from Andariel's body. Once these dark green lights, as thick as paste, came into contact with the air, they quickly began to corrode the void.

In just a blink of an eye, the void around Andariel became "tattered". Even though there was distance and protective magic circle between them, it still gave people an extremely strong feeling of palpitations.

Ronan saw that the ground under Andariel's feet was covered with broken bones. It seemed to be the same giant skeleton with two wings and four arms that he had used to resist his [Snow Country in the Palm].

Ronan's eyes were shocked.

Although Andariel is arrogant and stupid, his strength is definitely in the first tier.

Who on earth could force Andariel to this point, even his most powerful undead servant was completely shattered.

For an undead wizard, if the undead servants that he has cultivated with all his efforts die, the overall strength will definitely be greatly reduced.

Even if Andariel wins this battle by chance, he will fall out of the first echelon, just like a tiger without its claws, it probably won't be able to go far.

Large chunks of dark green spell energy swayed with beautiful and terrifying light, like a crystal potion bottle that had fallen to the ground, splashing deadly poisonous liquid everywhere.

In this mysterious and sad beauty, a figure appeared faintly somewhere in the void.

It was a giant black wolf that was more than five meters tall. Its body was translucent and burning with a deep blue cold fire.

"Ow—"

The giant wolf howled toward the sky. The sound was distant and carried a strong ancient and vast aura.

Ronan's body trembled slightly, and he finally found the source that shook his soul.

The next moment, he saw the translucent black giant wolf running towards Andariel quickly. It completely ignored the dark green light emitting a terrifying aura in the surrounding void, as if it was running independently in another space.

When it got close to Andariel, the black wolf jumped high
"boom!"

A violent energy wave suddenly erupted, and the dazzling light made everyone squint their eyes involuntarily.

When all the light faded, everyone saw Andariel half-kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at a certain place with a look of astonishment, stretching out his hand as if trying to grab something, but falling straight forward the next second.

Andariel was not dead, but everyone on the stone pillar could feel that his soul was rapidly weakening, and it was obvious that his soul had been severely damaged.

In front of where he fell, a figure stood calmly.

He was a strong young man with a bronze complexion, wearing a strange animal skin robe.

The ancient wizard Evaqui!
Ronan's pupils shrank slightly. At this moment, his ears were filled with thunderous and heated discussions, which were far louder than when he fought Jupiter before.

It is indeed too shocking and too unexpected!

Even Ronan's expression began to become solemn.

As a talented person in the first echelon, he always felt that except for Selina, who was the most difficult for him to understand, even if there was a gap between the others, the gap would not be particularly big.

But Ewaqui broke his perception. Andariel seemed to have no power to resist him. In the end, Andariel was seriously injured and defeated with just a simple pounce.

"Is this the method of the ancient witches?"

"It seems to be a means of directly attacking the soul..."

Ronan ponders how he would respond if he were to face Evaqua.

The result is that there is no way out. Perhaps one can only rely on soul power to resist, or end the battle before the opponent can use that method.

Ronan looked around and saw that all the people who were still on the field had started to look unhappy after seeing Evaqui defeat Andariel. When they glanced at Andariel, there was also some fear in their eyes. The only ones who didn't look very upset were Selina, Adam, and that guy Angelet.

After this battle, the atmosphere both inside and outside the stadium gradually became heated.

After only a few matches, the second round of qualifying once again reached a small climax——

Crimson Tower Rufus versus Vinuls, the inheritor of Stone Peak, the weird boy who likes to sit on the shoulder of the rock golem all the time.

Many people know that Rufus was hunted by Vinuls of Stone Peak for two years. As a result, the two met again in the ranking battle. It really felt like a "fated enemy".

Compared to the battle in the Goblin Plains three years ago, Rufus is much stronger.

The ancient blood art that he practiced and passed down to the Scarlet Tower was obviously much more advanced. His hideous and strange flesh and blood body grew to a height of nearly four meters, which was much more exaggerated than Ronan's "ancient giant monster form".

However, Rufus, who is like a little giant in the eyes of normal wizards, still looks like an inconspicuous "little guy" compared to the rock puppet of Winuls on Stonehenge.

Almost as soon as the latter came on stage, its size began to grow rapidly, growing to over a hundred meters tall, as tall as a small mountain. The huge fighting platform could hardly accommodate it.

Although combat effectiveness is not entirely linked to body size, once something grows beyond a certain limit, it is easy to undergo qualitative changes.

The relatively "small" fighting arena actually limited the performance of Winuls, the inheritor of Stone Peak, but even so, Rufus had been suppressed to an extremely embarrassing level.

His blood-based spells were too severely suppressed when he faced an earth-based wizard whose body had been completely transformed into stone. With his strange and powerful strength, it was considered good if he could exert 40% to 50% of it.

In addition, his spiritual power was completely suppressed, so even if Rufus was driven by the flames of hatred and continued to "explode", he still ended up in failure.

Ronan sat on the stone pillar, looking from afar at Rufus, who was leaving the stage with his injured body in dismay amid the joyful and sharp laughter of Venus. He seemed to be able to feel the resentment, resentment, frustration and anger in his heart at this moment.
"Poor Rufus..it must be snowing all over the world right now..."

Ronan felt sympathy for Rufus.

Put yourself in his shoes. If he had been chased by someone for two years and couldn't beat him, he would probably be so angry that his teeth would break and he would want to vomit blood.

The second round of qualifying ended at noon on the seventh day.

As winter approaches, perhaps snow will fall. The sky above the plain of the Fairy Ancient City Ruins is covered with dark clouds and gray, as if something is about to come down.

Ronan suddenly opened his eyes on one of the eight remaining lit stone pillars.

In the clear blue eyes, there seemed to be a faint golden light belonging to the rune pattern flashing by.

“Still a little short.”

Ronan examined his own consciousness space. After he defeated the wizard Farin of the Mystic Power Workshop, his fifth spiritual power crystal had been completely formed, and the strength progress on the character panel had also reached [Level 21 Formal Wizard (%)].

He spent three days engraving the runes of the [Golden Law] from "Spirt" into these five spiritual crystals. This kind of operation of condensing soul runes on the spot was probably only Ronan who could do it.

In three days, the [Golden Law of Spierte] talisman is only one-fifth away from being fully condensed. At present, the spiritual power cultivation is the lowest in the field, it is also good to temporarily increase the combat power.
Ronan looked around the field at this time. Apart from him, the remaining seven people were Selina from the Court of Life, Adam of the Psychic Dawn, Levich from the Chaos Secret Society, Winuls from Stone Peak, Evaqui, the ancient spirit wizard, Angele, and a fire wizard from a sect called "Oath of Red Flame".

Those who have retained a seat after two rounds of qualifying battles are no ordinary people.

Even the relatively "weakest" looking fire wizard, the "Oath of Red Flame", was extremely powerful in fire magic. Among all the mist-class fire wizards Ronan had seen, except for the Ash Witch Mollyl, he was probably the only one.

Even Ignatius of the Molten Crystal Lake, who possessed the blood of the ancient fire demon and died at his hands, was not as good as him.

In the third round of qualifying, Ronan naturally hoped to be ranked against the opponent.

But then again, perhaps in the eyes of some people on the field, he is also the "weakest" one on the field and the one who most hopes to be eliminated.

"Who do you think will win the first place in the end?"

Among the crowd of onlookers, several first-level wizards were having a heated discussion.

"Selina from the Court of Life, Adam from the Dawn of Psychic Energy, and Livichi from the Secret Society of Chaos... the ones who have manifested soul characteristics have a high probability of being one of them."

"Ewakui is learning the legacy of the ancient spirit witch. I once read the terrible rumors about the ancient spirit witch in an ancient book. Even Andariel is no match for him. I think he may be the strongest one on the field."

"Don't underestimate Vinuls of Rock Peak!"

Not far away from several first-level wizards who were having a heated discussion, a man with gray hair and blue eyes was watching them with interest.

After watching and listening quietly for a while, the gray-haired man turned around and said to the black-robed man beside him with emotion: "Look at these energetic faces, Dulu.

What a nostalgic age.
I was just like them at the beginning, standing in a similar position, looking at you who was the center of everyone's attention.

I remember that a group of guys joined hands to open a chief guessing game, and I bet most of my magic stones on your name, but unfortunately."

"Feel sorry."

The man in black robe spoke suddenly.

The gray-haired man was startled, then he laughed and said, "Hundreds of years have passed, and you are still so boring, Duoru."

The gray-haired man shook his head and didn't continue the topic.

He turned his head and casually glanced across the sky, lingering on a certain old woman in black robes. Then he smiled and said to the black-robed woman, "We still have plenty of time. How about we play a game?"

The man in black robe looked up in surprise, but the gray-haired man had already taken out a golden compass from somewhere.

The compass is inlaid with white round crystal stones. There are thirty-two on the outermost circle, and the number of crystal stones decreases by half with each inner layer.

At the very center of the golden compass is a purple eyeball with three pupils arranged in a triangle shape. The area around the eyeball is engraved with dense runes, giving it an aura of mystery and profoundness.

“I brought this thing back specially.”

The gray-haired man looked at the golden compass in his hand and said tenderly, "South, my dear motherland, this barren land has nurtured us, and it is time to repay it.
Without me, Lindis, the treasures buried under this land would have taken many more years to see the light of day."

The gray-haired man said this, extending his pale, slender finger and lightly tapping the purple pupil at the center of the compass.

The moment his fingertips fell, the purple pupils on the compass suddenly emitted a strange fluctuation.

The wave quickly penetrated into the ground, as if it had connected to something and affected something.

In the center of the crowd in the distance, eight stone pillars shining with white light suddenly became flickering.

The sudden change caused waves of commotion among the bustling crowd of onlookers.

In the midst of this commotion, the gray-haired man was enveloped by a strange wave of power. Countless rune lights were swirling around him, and an invisible wind blew his long hair slightly.

The gray-haired man smiled, his emerald eyes shining like glowing gems.

"Now, I make the rules."

The gray-haired man raised his head, looking through the crowd at the eight figures on the stone pillar in the center, and said, "Duoru, which lucky person do you think should be given this precious opportunity?"

The man in black robe seemed shocked by the man's "crazy" behavior. He was stunned and had not answered yet, but the gray-haired man had already given him the answer he wanted.

"It's just you."

The gray-haired man gently pressed his hand on a white crystal on the compass, and the crystal stone glowed. His eyes were fixed on a tall and slender figure among the eight people on the stone pillar in the distance, and he spoke softly: "The weak should be treated preferentially.

Are you right, Doru?

Beside him, the man in black robe pursed his lips slightly. He really wanted to correct the other party's usage of the word "preferential treatment".

But in the end, he still didn't say anything, but just cast a sympathetic look at the "lucky man" chosen by the gray-haired man.

I'm late, please give me a monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)

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