Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 278: Born Evil, Chain Rings, and the Private Treasure House of the Treasure-stealing Goblins
The foul-smelling mud of the swamp covered the girl's calves. She seemed to have been injured. Every step she took was a hindrance and her face looked weak and pale, but she ignored it and gritted her teeth to find the source of the lightning.

There was a place in the swamp that had completely turned into scorched earth. Countless fine lightning bolts were running across the ground. When they came into contact with the moist soil and air, they made crackling sounds, accompanied by tiny tornadoes and hurricanes, forming blue-purple lightning beams.

The two forces intertwined, washing out some rune patterns in the void that looked like lightning and hurricanes, which were looming and elusive.

And at the center of it all, a human figure appeared, emitting a pale golden amber-like halo around its body, inhaling and exhaling in the rhythm of breathing.

This mysterious and wonderful scene made the dirty and gloomy swamp shine brightly, as if it was a scene recorded in an ancient book. The girl was mesmerized. After a moment, she trotted forward with joy in her eyes.

“Bang!”

A small cluster of lightning fell at the girl's feet, creating a shallow pit of moderate size. The splashing dirt startled the girl and she paused.

"roll--"

A deep voice, as if formed by the collision of countless strong winds and lightning, came from the golden halo, with an intention of ruthlessly driving away.

The girl's face turned pale, but soon she gritted her teeth, plucked up the courage to step over the shallow pit, and walked up quickly.

"I know you have no reason to care about a nobody like me"

The girl knelt down at the edge of the scorched earth caused by lightning, and performed the rarest ritual among wizards, bowing her head and kissing the earth. Her gesture was humble yet firm and stubborn.

"But I still beg you to help me"

"One hundred and eighty-nine lives of the Duoshi family in Baisong Town, and one hundred and eighty-nine wronged souls!"

The girl gritted her teeth, and every word she uttered was soaked in blood and hatred. She raised something in her hand and showed it to the figure surrounded by countless lightning. It was a ring shining with silver light.

“It’s all because of this!”

"The Duoshi family's heirloom, the ancestor's will states that it points to a huge treasure.

To unlock the secret of this treasure, we invited a famous and powerful wizard, but we never expected that we invited a greedy jackal into the house."

The girl cried bitterly and bitterly, denouncing the tragic fate that fate had brought upon her.

In the end, she even pulled out a dagger from her bosom, and the shiny blade cut her slender pale palm with force. The bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, fell to the ground, and soaked a small piece of land.

The girl looked even weaker due to the injury and excessive blood loss. She began to cough violently and spat the blood from her mouth onto the ground. There seemed to be black worms crawling inside the blood.

"If you refuse me, this knife will cut my throat in the next second. I will use my humble and weak soul, as well as the wronged souls of Baisong Town, to inflict the most vicious curse on you..."

"If you are willing to bless me, then..."

The girl's thin body was shaky, but there was a fire burning in her eyes. "Whether it's my body, my life, or the secret of the treasure contained in this ring, I will offer it to you with both hands!"

"Make your choice, my lord."

"Should I be a stranger who closes my eyes without helping me or become another guillotine in this cold world?"

The girl leaned down and kissed the ground once again. She kept kneeling and begging, but raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the golden halo surrounded by countless hurricane lightning. She felt like she was determined to gamble everything.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a long period of peace and silence, finally, a sound was heard again in the halo.

“It’s a great story.”

The hopeful girl was startled when she heard the voice. Before she could react, a purple electric light swam towards her quickly through the void like a snake.

In an instant, it pierced through her smooth and full forehead, leaving a tiny charred round hole.

The girl's pupils dilated rapidly and her expression was dazed, as if she had never expected this would be the outcome until her death.

Her body, which gradually lost signs of life, collapsed limply to the ground, but at the same time an illusory soul crawled out from her back.

It was an ugly soul covered in black filth and mud. It looked somewhat similar to the dead girl, but much more hideous and uglier.

As soon as the disheveled ghost appeared, his eyes turned into a dazzling blood red, then locked onto the direction from which the deadly lightning came, and with a low growl, he pounced forward with resentment rising to the sky.

At this time, dense lightning and air currents shot over and quickly formed a purple and blue interwoven web, directly covering the girl's ghost.

The girl's ghost kept crashing in the magic cage, emitting waves of creepy roars from her mouth.

"Whoosh-"

There was a sound like rapidly flowing water, and the countless lightning and hurricanes in the scorched earth circle of the swamp collectively shrank inward at this time, and the golden halo dispersed.

A moment later, all the lightning and hurricanes disappeared, a golden halo broke out from it, and a tall and slender figure walked out slowly.

The crystal-clear and smooth white hair fell down like a waterfall, scattered on the perfect body that seemed to be forged from fine steel. Every inch of flesh and blood contained a terrifying power that seemed to be measurable by the naked eye. Some tiny light patterns floated under the white and smooth skin that was almost glowing, like some complex rune shape, but it seemed incomplete.
Who else could it be if not Ronan who walked out of the Realm of Storms?
"Born an evil?" Ronan stretched out his limbs and listened to the subtle explosions caused by the collision of flesh and bones.

His eyes were clear and bright like top-grade sapphires that had been carefully polished countless times. There seemed to be a storm brewing in his pupils. When his gaze fell on the vengeful spirit trapped in the electric cage, the latter immediately shrieked and retreated in fear as if frightened.

"I didn't expect that "Spiritual Amber" could see through a person's soul."

Ronan opened his mouth softly and talked to Alazan who was living in his body.

"What do you think?
The purity or impurity of the soul reflects a person's goodness or evilness to a certain extent. This is just the most insignificant ability of the Soul Amber. You have just started, and you will naturally feel more in the future."

Ronan nodded. This girl, whose name he didn't know, who suddenly broke into his retreat to beg for shelter, was undoubtedly a natural liar.

Her strength was average, just a mid-level first-level wizard, but she was able to make up a story in front of him, a third-level wizard, without changing her expression or heartbeat, and the whole process did not reveal any clues.

If Ronan had not practiced "Spiritual Amber", which allowed him to see the purity and turbidity of the souls of those weaker than himself to a certain extent, and see through the ugly nature hidden under her good appearance, if he were an ordinary wizard with a softer heart, he might have been deceived by her exquisite and gorgeous performance.

Once the seeds of evil and danger are planted around us, who knows what kind of vicious and cruel man-eating vines they will grow into in the future.

After being led by Alazan on the path of soul cultivation, Ronan's understanding of the soul became increasingly profound day by day.

As for why he wanted to kill the other person, on the one hand, it was because he happened to meet her, so he pinched out an evil seed. On the other hand, the girl had been hit by some kind of vicious curse, and the power of the curse had penetrated into her bones. If nothing unexpected happened, she would face endless pain and torture.

Ronan killed her directly, which was a disguised way of ending her suffering early.

"This kind of evil spirit is a top-quality material for practicing necromancy, but I already have one, so I can only feed it as food."

Ronan took out an ancient square cowbell from the space ring and shook it gently in his hand. Thick black smoke poured out and a young man with a pale face and bloodshot eyes emerged silently from it.

The vengeful spirit Ahashiya, who had always been used as the embryo of the [Ghost Arrow] by Ronan, devoured many vengeful souls of ancient sea creatures in the belly of the Green Sea Ghost Fish King Fish last time. His strength had originally increased significantly, but he was later swept away by the terrifying sonic attack of the Comb Conch and was severely damaged again.

After all this back and forth, the spirit became a little weaker.

Now this vengeful spirit, who was born evil, is just the right time to be nourished.

Ronan opened a small gap in the magical electric net he had casually set up, and Ahashiya immediately rushed in and wrapped up the evil girl's ghost with one pounce. Immediately afterwards, all that could be heard was Ahashiya's happy chewing sound and the painful howls of the girl's ghost.

After doing all this, Ronan glanced down and saw a silver ring stained with blood float up and fall into his palm.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked at the silver ring with a strong ancient atmosphere. The whole ring looked very ordinary from the outside. Its shape seemed like a piece of silver cloth was casually wrapped and then tied into a knot. The silver knot was the only decoration on the ring.

"Arazan, can you tell the origin of this ring?"

Ronan asked the soul of Alazan in his body. He could vaguely feel the antiquity and extraordinaryness of the ring. The secret of the ring in the story made up by the girl before was also very likely to be true.

"It's just an ordinary chain ring..."

Alazan quickly gave the answer, "In our time, this kind of thing could be found almost everywhere."

Ronan simply ignored the sense of superiority revealed in Alazan's words and asked, "What are the chain rings?"

"The key to the treasure-stealing goblin's private vault."

"A treasure-stealing goblin?!"

Ronan was slightly startled, and subconsciously recalled that when he was in the south, he had been to the Goblin Plains once. At that time, Clemens, a partner of the Silver Ring, had told him that there were traces of ancient treasure-stealing goblin activities on the Goblin Plains, and that there was a huge treasure hidden underneath.

At that time, he only thought it was a legend, but he didn't expect that he would encounter the real treasure of the treasure-stealing goblins now.

"Each treasure goblin has its own private treasure chest filled with items stolen from various places.

The value of the treasures in the treasury is often linked to the grade of the treasury.
The chain ring in your hand was just left by a lowest-level silver-eared goblin. What decent treasure could the silver-eared goblin steal?

They can't even break through Bahafus's dragon power field."

Ronan could almost imagine Alazan shaking his head with a look of disdain and contempt on his face.

“And getting the chain rings is only the first step. You still have to find the exact location of the treasure house of the goblin who owns the chain rings. Otherwise, you have to use the World Stone to search.

If you have a World Stone, my suggestion is to use it to open the lost portals to other worlds. I remember a lot of coordinates. If you can find any one of them, it will be a huge treasure that is tens of millions times greater than the private treasure house of a Silver Ear Goblin."

"Is it so troublesome?"

Ronan nodded, and the slight interest he had in the private treasure vault of the treasure-stealing goblins was extinguished by Alazan's words.

He put away the chain rings and was about to see if Ahashiya had finished eating. At this time, Alazan changed the subject and said in a low voice: "Actually, I am more interested in you now?
How do you feel now, having been struck by a bolt of Storm Weaver's thunder?"

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