Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 276: Thorns of Storm and Thunder, Endless Battle
The black spirit wrapped around a gray short-tailed goat, which looked honest and cute, with a pair of dark and bright eyes that occasionally flashed a few cunning lights.

Doddle.

Tudor III.

Ronan summoned it out. Dodor III's most powerful ability was escape and survival. In such an extremely harsh environment, without a map and wanting to find a way out as soon as possible, it was most appropriate to let Dodor III do this job.

With the guidance of Alazan's soul, Ronan still felt confident.

As soon as Dodor III appeared, he approached Ronan very intimately, rubbing his furry little head against his trouser leg repeatedly.

Ronan took out some spare metal materials and fed them to it as food. He gently stroked the metal wool under its neck and tried to communicate with it in a simple way using his consciousness.

After he summoned Dodor III, Alazan became unexpectedly quiet.

It was not until Ronan "carefully" released the aura that was protecting Dodor III, and watched it run away quickly, with its small body not suffering any damage in the environment ravaged by thunder and storm, that Alazan slowly spoke.

"Great Creation"

Ronan was stunned. This was the first time he heard such generous praise from Alazan.

The first time he "reincarnated into a dream", he broke the record of the Lingxin lineage, but he did not receive much praise from Alazan.

"Even in my time, there were only a handful of wizards who could combine alchemy, forging, and metal magic to such perfection. Do you know who created it?"

The image of an "alchemist" flashed through Ronan's mind. He was sure that Alazan must have heard of the name "Sibirt", but he didn't say much. He just replied calmly: "An ancient alchemist. I don't know his real name."

Alazan was silent for a moment, then said softly, "You are much luckier than I expected."

"Lucky? Maybe."

Ronan took a deep breath, and in the state of "ancient demon body", he followed in the footsteps of Dodor III and walked forward.

Just one step forward, and it was as if something had been completely startled.

Dense wind blades and thunder were rushing towards him rapidly.

It was as if there were dozens or even a hundred wind and lightning wizards casting spells at him at the same time, but fortunately the power of each spell was not that strong.

Ronan waved his arms, and the aura surrounding his body gathered and condensed into a thin layer on his body surface, like a suit of armor with black smoke and fire special effects. The pure physical strength squeezed the air, forming two invisible half-moon shaped gusts of wind, which swept around fiercely, clearing away large areas of wind blades and lightning in an instant.

Metal spells were particularly severely suppressed in the Realm of Storms by the ubiquitous electric current, so he did not use titanium as a weapon.

After a wave of elemental offensive was defeated, the scattered wind and electric energy particles spread outward, quickly forming more numerous, wider and more intense chain reactions.

What does it mean that a single move can affect the entire body?

What Ronan is facing now is truly a situation where a single move can affect the entire body.

More wind blades and lightning came rolling over, Ronan's long hair dancing, he kept defending himself while looking up and forward.

In the area where he was, all the storms had been "activated". Lightning was falling like raindrops in front of him, and electric snakes were chasing the shadow of a small black goat that was running wildly. That was Dodor III who was running for his life.

Farther away, waves of more powerful thunder and storms were brewing. Ronan even saw elemental life forms similar to human forms being born in the void.
This is a thorny forest with no end in sight, filled with storms and lightning!
What Ronan is about to do is to carve out a way for himself in this thorny forest with his bare hands!

"boom!"

A black wave of air exploded, and Ronan began to exert his strength. His body became agile and he leaped forward like a dragon.

Several dark purple energy tentacles emerged from the ground below where lightning lava was flowing, and swept towards him with a roar.

He put his palm together as a knife, his spirit as the blade, raised his hand and slashed out, directly cutting off several energy touches and exploding with a huge burst of lightning.

A twisted whip of lightning fell from above his head and lashed Ronan fiercely, breaking a small piece of armor forged by spirit and leaving charred and stinging marks on the surface of his body.

There are also dense and dense wind blade rain, wind blade tide, like a school of man-eating sharks
The air was filled with invisible tearing and pulling forces, and the cursed wind blew out terrible screams, constantly hitting Ronan's eardrums.
Every step Ronan took forward would bring him endless attacks from all directions.

He naturally entered the state of [Lake of No Thoughts], his mind became completely calm, and he devoted himself to the battle.

He tried to control his aura and make more changes to cope with the ever-changing battle situation. The delicate control of mental power brought by the [Ancient Star Meditation Method] made this possible. This was a process of optimizing and improving Ronan's melee system, eliminating the dross and retaining the essence.

On the character panel, the proficiency of [Basic Swordsmanship] will increase almost every short period of time.

Ronan crossed the lake of lightning, broke through the invisible barrier of the wind, and the dense forest of thunder whips, which was full of "killer bees" formed by wind blades.
Before leaving the south, the large amount of healing potions purchased at the Secret Energy Workshop played an extremely important role at this time.

He poured bottle after bottle of healing potion into his stomach like water, maintaining the continuous consumption of the life light ball.

Under the overwhelming and dense elemental offensive, even the "body of the ancient demon" could not remain unscathed.

Ronan inevitably kept getting injured and healing, and he felt like he was fighting countless, tireless enemies.

The opponent hardly gave him any chance to breathe, and attacked him repeatedly, wave after wave, endlessly.

At first, he would open the character panel to check the growth rate of the master-level proficiency of [Austerity Body Tempering], but later he completely forgot about it. All he could do was to fight, move forward, and fight to survive.

It was not known how long it had been, but Ronan felt the pressure that had been rolling over his body like a tsunami suddenly ease.

"Hu-hu-"

He took a deep breath and realized that he had almost caught up with Dodor III. The little guy looked much better than him. He was standing on a rock wall that had been washed by thunder and storms and completely crystallized. He looked in a direction ahead, and seemed to be a little timid and hesitant.

Ronan climbed up the crystallized rock wall, hugged Dodor III and stroked it to show his approval of its finding the way, fed it some metal, then stood up and looked in the direction where Dodor III was moving.

When he looked up, Ronan was stunned.

The place where he and Dodor III were standing now was the top of a very high slope, and below the slope was a charred plain that was almost flat.

And on this huge plain that seems to have no end, at this moment, it is filled with countless wind element life forms, electric element life forms, and storm element life forms with wind and electricity intertwined!
All the elemental life forms seemed to be looking at him silently with their indiscernible eyes.

Countless waves of malicious consciousness gathered together, forming an invisible storm tsunami in the sky, bringing Ronan waves of burning and stinging sensations from his soul.

The subtle explosions of energy emitted by countless elemental bodies converged into a huge and majestic roar of wild wind and thunder, as if a giant drum existed between heaven and earth, beating heavily again and again.

"hiss--"

Ronan stared at the scene in front of him, as if he was shocked and unable to recover.

"It's not too late for you to turn back now."

The voice of Alazan, which had not appeared for a long time, sounded again, with some kind of admonition.

"Perhaps, we can try to find other methods and solutions."

"Alazan"

Ronan took a deep breath, the shock and emotion in his eyes faded away, and he returned to calm.

"The most respected and oldest witch chief in the Hall of All Spirits..."

Ronan spoke in a low voice, but his eyes lit up little by little, and there seemed to be a bright flame burning in his pupils.

"You must have a lot of stories hidden."

"Tell me whatever it is."

Ronan straightened his back, stretched his limbs, and his waist-length black hair fluttered behind him like a cloak.

He twisted his neck and his body made a crackling sound.

"Otherwise, the next long period of time will be too boring!"

After saying that, Ronan stomped his feet and leapt high up on the crystallized rock wall. Black aura flowed and condensed into a semi-illusory black double sword form in his hands.

At this moment, Ronan was like an unstoppable beast. With an extremely high-spirited and domineering attitude, he pounced towards the plain filled with elemental enemies.

"boom!"

The sound of storm and thunder rang out, and the battle broke out again.

"What a lunatic"

A low sigh from Alazan was heard in the void, but it was soon drowned out by the sound of fierce fighting.

Time will not stop for anyone, and countless hours have passed in the silver sand clock.

Realm of Storms.

"Boom——"

Ronan punched out with a brutal and brutal force, smashing the twisted and changing Storm Spirit in front of him into pieces. The remaining force then broke a high protruding crystal rock behind it, creating a huge hole in the rock wall.

Ronan dodged inside and used his mental power to control the rubble, pinching the scattered rocks together to tightly block the entrance of the cave.

A dozen elemental life forms that were chasing Ronan relentlessly not far away seemed to suddenly lose their sense of Ronan's aura. They stopped, lingered nearby for a while, and then gradually dispersed.

"call--"

Ronan exhaled a breath, sat down cross-legged in the cave, picked up Dodor III beside him, held him in his arms and stroked him gently.

Compared to a few months ago, he now looks much thinner.

His cheeks were slightly sunken, with a thin layer of skin tightly attached to his face, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. Even when he was sitting, he was like a spear rising into the sky with its edge exposed, with a terrifying aura that could not be ignored.

Ronan held Dodor III in his arms, took out the few remaining dry biscuits and put them into his mouth, chewing them slowly, and drank the water in the leather bag in small sips, with a blank expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

A beautiful golden ladybug flew out of his body and quietly landed on the tip of Dodor III's nose.

Perhaps feeling itchy, Dodor III sneezed, and the golden ladybug flew over his head.

"Two months ago I almost thought you were going to die here"

Alazan’s voice sounded low, Ronan swallowed the food in his mouth, shook his head, and said calmly: “I am not a madman, nor a fool.

As long as the elemental life force is stronger than the third level, they will avoid it in advance and not provoke it.
You see, my journey seems to be full of dangers, but in fact, everything is under control. I cherish my life more than anyone else."

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