Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 321: Ghost Mist Society, Feast, Patrick and the Key to Space
Almost at the moment Ronan said the word "go", the chewing sound in the empty passage stopped abruptly.

The four heads that were eating suddenly stopped what they were doing, turned their heads together, and stared at the two of them dimly.

Ronan felt his scalp tingling, and without hesitation he pulled Molly and ran away.

In the completely no-fly zone, Ronan exerted his full strength and pushed his feet hard, causing a dull explosion. He then leaped forward like an arrow and reached the end of the zone in just a moment.

But I heard a series of rapid "click-click-click" sounds that quickly magnified.

Ronan turned his head and saw a twisted human body with arms and legs all over its body and four huge heads. It was like a strange and huge humanoid spider, chasing him along the wall at an incredible speed.

The four heads had not licked the blood foam from the corners of their mouths yet, and their faces all had extremely greedy and eager expressions, and their eyes were staring straight at him.

Ronan gritted his teeth, grabbed Molly and ran wildly, turning several corners. When he ran to an unknown passage, he was blocked by a high wall of gray fog at the end of the passage.

The escape came to an abrupt halt.

This is a dead end!
"It's over."

Molly looked at the gray wall in front of her that was blocking her tightly and said something with a blank expression.

"Da da da"

The sound of countless fingers tapping on the wall was rapidly approaching behind him. He could almost smell the stench of decay and blood emanating from the human-headed monster, and hear the greedy and rapid breathing of the four human heads.

“My, my, my.”

The creepy mumbling sound kept repeating and approaching rapidly.

Ronan's expression seemed unusually calm.

He looked at the high wall of gray fog in front of him, and suddenly turned around and shouted loudly to the human-headed monster that was approaching him: "Patrick!"

This name seemed to have some kind of magical power, and the human-headed monster that was originally moving quickly suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, countless hands on its body reached out to hug the four human heads, and the four strange human heads all showed expressions of pain and confusion on their faces.

Ronan stared at the human-headed monster in front of him that was in a strange state of self-struggle. He flipped his hand and a palm-long, silver-white, transparent strange key appeared in his hand.

Ronan held the key and gently scratched the gray fog wall behind him with his backhand.

The originally unbreakable gray fog wall was melted like a piece of paper, revealing a narrow gap that was just enough for one person to pass through.

Ronan casually threw Molly over, then bent over and passed by himself.

At this time, through the gap in space, one can see that the human-headed monster who was holding his head and struggling in pain just now seemed to have woken up and once again regained his original terrifying and hideous appearance, and "swooshed" towards Ronan.

Countless hands were clinging to the edge of the gap, and a head opened its eyes wide and roared, trying to squeeze in.

Molly was so frightened by this "close kill" that she jumped back, but Ronan was relatively calm and picked up the key in his hand and swiped it against the wall again.

This time, the gap began to close quickly. The human-headed monster looked at them unwillingly and roared.
After the high wall of gray fog closed completely, you could still hear the sounds of crazy hammering and biting coming from the other side, and then at some point all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became completely quiet.

"call--"

Molly let out a long breath, then sat on the ground leaning against the wall with a pale face.

The experience just now obviously frightened her.

Ronan glanced at her and said coldly: "Do you know how serious the problem is now?"

Molly nodded slowly with lingering fear. Suddenly, she reacted, jumped up from the ground, and stared at Ronan with wide eyes.

"How do you have a key that can break the wall of the Minotaur's Labyrinth?!"

Ronan looked down at the exquisite key in his hand. It was silver and transparent, and it exuded a strong breath of spatial energy. He looked at it strangely and whispered to himself, "You never expected it... I didn't expect it either."

Ronan certainly didn't expect that.

When I was in the Silver Ring, the key to the mysterious space obtained from a mysterious garden on the edge of the ancient Mirror Garden ruins was actually related to the legendary Minotaur's Labyrinth.

"Perhaps this is the key to opening the door to the maze exit..."

Ronan muttered, and Molly quickly rushed over, "Let me play with it!"

"dream!"

Ronan dodged Molly's attack and looked at Molly, who looked unhappy. He said seriously, "This key has a limited number of uses. The last two uses have already consumed some of its power.
Now is not the time for games, if you still want to go out, you must obey my command, otherwise."

Ronan glanced at the gray fog wall he had just escaped from and said calmly, "Next time you encounter a similar situation, don't blame me for abandoning you.

Molly, I have done all I can for you.

Don't forget that not long ago, we were mortal enemies. "

Molly seemed to be touched by his last words. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly and the expression on her face slowly faded.

After a slightly dull silence, Molly spoke again: "What did you mean by Patrick just now?"

"A person's name."

Ronan was thinking about whether to communicate with Alazan, and answered Molly casually, "Five hundred years ago, the most outstanding genius of the Ghost Mist Society reached the threshold of a sixth-level wizard in less than two hundred years, but suddenly disappeared in the midst of everyone's expectations. Unexpectedly, he was trapped in a maze." After weighing the pros and cons, Ronan finally decided not to let Alazan know for the time being.

After restoring the "trading" relationship with Alazan, he has consciously been keeping some secrets from Alazan, trying his best not to let him know too much about himself.

"How did you guess that guy...that monster was Patrick from the Ghost Mist Society five hundred years ago?"

"The way he disguised himself as Gray Mist was a unique inherited spell of the Ghost Mist Society... He was born in the Ghost Mist Society, his strength is above level five, and he may appear in the maze... After screening a few conditions, his identity can be basically determined.
All right. "

Ronan ended the topic, thought for a moment and said, "Have you noticed that the free energy particles in the maze are much thinner than those outside.

The level 5 wizard who was just eaten by Patrick didn’t even have time to condense his own spiritual body.”

Molly frowned and asked, "Is this a good thing or a bad thing for us?"

Ronan pondered for a moment and replied, "It's both a good thing and a bad thing."

Alazan once said that the rank of a wizard's spirit determines the level of his "authority" in the natural universe.

This involves some mysteries about the "natural rules". The power of a fifth-level wizard lies in that after opening the true body of the Yuan Ling, he can rely on the "rule authority" brought by the Yuan Ling to mobilize dozens or even hundreds of times the elemental energy than in the normal state. The casting process of certain spells is also omitted and becomes a "natural instinct".

The thin energy means that wizards above level five lose this powerful advantage, find it difficult to unfold their spiritual bodies, and their strength will be greatly weakened.

But on the contrary, after losing the means of the spirit body, all the energy for a long time will be focused on understanding the spell itself. The fifth-level existence "honed" in this state will far surpass the wizards of the same level in spellcasting ability and spell understanding.

Extremes often create real "monsters".

Patrick is the best example. Under him, ordinary fifth-level wizards can only be treated as broiler chickens!
“We should be careful next time.”

Ronan exhaled lightly and said slowly, "It is unknown how long the Minotaur's Labyrinth has existed. Those wizards who were trapped in the labyrinth and could not escape went crazy due to despair and pain, and even turned to cannibalism.
In this environment, those who can still survive are extremely terrifying beings.

Just like Patrick"

Molly was obviously thinking about what had just happened, and her pretty face turned slightly pale.

But he quickly calmed down and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, you have the key to the maze door. We will be able to get out sooner or later."

"Let's talk about it when we can find the door successfully."

Ronan glanced at the Space Key in his hand and stopped talking.

The two of them walked slowly forward along the new gray fog passage.

After the previous experience of encountering the human-headed monster, Molly was obviously much more obedient. She kept holding Ronan's sleeve, followed him obediently, and rarely spoke.

The road after that was quite peaceful, and we never encountered any monsters like Patrick again.

But the long and winding maze seemed to have no end. No matter where you went or how long you walked, there was always gray fog, high walls, and a dim black sky before your eyes.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here.

I thought of those wizards who had entered the maze intentionally or unintentionally, and then spent the rest of their lives in the long maze passages until they were completely swallowed up by despair bit by bit.
Ronan took a deep breath, and the space key held tightly in his palm felt cold and real, and some emotions in his heart gradually subsided.

They didn't know how long they walked until they turned a corner and came to a passage.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

Like the sound of water dripping.

Extraordinarily clear.

Ronan stopped at the entrance to the next passage and looked at the scene in front of him quietly.

Dark red sticky blood fell in puddles on the gray fog walls on both sides of the passage. The blood slowly dripped down the walls into the passage, and a thin layer of blood had accumulated on the ground.
The two small hands holding his arms slowly tightened, and a petite figure was shrinking behind him little by little.

"feast."

Ronan's expression was slightly tense, and he whispered to himself.

During his days of hard training in Linghu, he spent almost all his free time reading the Book of Linghu, and learned a lot about the large and small wizard forces and schools in the central continent.

I didn't expect it to come in handy at this moment.

The scene before me is quite similar to the spell effect of a blood-based wizard school called "Feast", but I don't know which "Feast" wizard above level five cast it.

While he was thinking, the blood dripping down from the walls on both sides of the passage in front of him increased a lot in speed.

The blood accumulated on the ground seemed to be a living thing, flowing towards Ronan and the other man.

Ronan had a blank expression on his face. He put his arm around Molly and stepped back.

Just as he turned the corner, he picked up the key of space and slashed hard on the gray fog wall beside him.

When the gap opened, he quickly slipped in with Molly.

Almost at the moment he entered, a turbulent river of blood roared over from the other side of the corner.
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(End of this chapter)