Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 328: Mirror of the Void
Although Ronan spoke with confidence, as if finding the Minotaur's treasure would be as easy as taking something out of a bag.

But in fact, being in an endless maze that changes from time to time, even if you have a maze map in your hand, it is still not an easy task to find something whose exact location is not sure.

Especially after losing the key to space and the ability to "travel freely" in the maze.

This requires a huge amount of brain power for analysis and deduction, sufficient patience, precise control and a certain amount of luck.

And although his "obstacle clearing" plan went relatively smoothly, it did not mean that there was no danger in the maze at the moment.

Just like a piece of fresh meat falling into a trap, he only took care of the small number of the most difficult and ferocious predators who smelled the blood first and rushed over.

There must be other "monsters" in the Minotaur's labyrinth, but they are relatively less dangerous.

There is no absolutely perfect plan in this world. Ronan has been exploring and escaping since he entered the maze, while unraveling various clues to create the current situation that is relatively favorable to him. He has already made the best effort he can.

After all, he has never been good at planning and layout.

Taking the room of the Abyss Bull Demon Babuli as the starting point, what he needs to do next is to explore the areas on the map that have not been visited yet one by one.

Compared with the previous experience of walking freely with the key of space and having "passionate interactions" with level 5 wizard monsters from time to time, this process of measuring the maze with feet seemed boring and tedious, and he often had to go back.

Over and over again, sometimes it feels like the road ahead is so long and winding that it seems to have no end.

Even with the "map" of the maze in his hand, Ronan felt as if he was being slowly swallowed up by despair and silence.

But Molly, after coming out of Barbli's room and learning about Ronan's entire plan, became unusually quiet and well-behaved, and stopped chattering.

Occasionally Ronan would pay attention to her and even see that she was showing the same faint sadness and loss as when she sat alone in front of the window of the inn in the small town of Homer Blue.

Ronan didn't know what Molly was thinking.

I forgot where I read this in a book, but there was a sentence - a woman's heart is ten thousand times more elusive than the most complicated maze in the world!
Ronan was already on his way to exploring the most complex maze in the world and didn't want to challenge a second one at the same time.

I don't know how much time has passed without realizing it.

Ronan stopped at the end of a passage, and in front of him was a high wall of gray fog that blocked the way forward.

He casually looked at the [Annihilation] rune in his hand that was constantly breaking and reorganizing, and waited patiently.

His eyes glanced over to Molly.

Molly was facing the wall, very quietly, as if something on the wall attracted her and she was looking at it seriously.

Ronan then noticed that Molly was wearing very beautiful earrings on both of her ears. Compared to the last time they met, she had many more unique decorations on her body, and she looked like she had been carefully dressed up. She didn't look like a wizard, but more like a noble lady who was about to go out for a date.

Putting aside her moody "witch" personality, Molly is still quite pleasing to the eye when she is quiet.

Ronan was just thinking about it when Molly suddenly turned her head and he quickly looked away.

At this time, the high wall in front of him quietly turned into a thick fog and disappeared, and a new passage appeared behind the gray fog.

Ronan walked in quickly, looking around on both sides as usual. When he observed the passage on the right, his eyes paused slightly - at the end of the passage, a small silver door stood there, as if it had been waiting for his arrival.

"found it?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt an irrepressible urgency in his heart.

He quickened his pace and soon arrived in front of the small silver door. He saw a lot of words engraved on the door in a language he didn't recognize.

"Are there other levels?"

Ronan wrote down the contents, and then after a slight hesitation, he reached out and gently pressed on the small door.

Before he could exert any force, the small silver door automatically opened inward with a creak.

He was just about to step in when he suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped and looked behind him.

Only then did he realize that Molly had not followed him and was standing at the entrance of the passage they had come in from, looking at him coldly.

"Are you very happy and feel that you are particularly smart?"

Molly's cold voice echoed in the passage.

"what?"

Ronan frowned.

"idiot!"

She suddenly cursed loudly, and then complex and exquisite golden lines appeared all over her body, and an inexplicable and powerful force was released.

As if some rule in the maze was triggered, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the passage for no reason, and the high walls on both sides collapsed on their own, turning into thick gray fog that swept towards Molly.

"What are you doing?!"

Ronan was forced to raise his hands to resist the enormous energy pressure released from Molly. He squinted his eyes and saw that Molly had been wrapped in thick flames. Countless gray fogs were rushing around her. The power of the flames and the gray fog seemed to be fighting against each other.

Suddenly, Molly's scream was heard from the flames. It was so loud and the terrifying sound waves could even penetrate the mental force field. Ronan couldn't help but cover his ears.

The sound gradually became like the cry of some bird, and finally there was a loud "bang", and the thick gray fog exploded, splashing out countless flaming stardust. When everything calmed down, Molly was no longer there, and only an empty passage was left, as if nothing had happened.

Ronan walked forward quickly and picked up a dull, slightly damaged red feather on the ground, which represented the last trace of Molly's existence.

"No wonder he said that when he came in. He has never been interested in finding the exit. It turns out there is a way to defy the rules of the maze and force you to leave the maze..."

Ronan looked at the broken feather in his hand and frowned.

He really didn't understand what Molly did. She took the initiative to drag him into the maze. She clearly had the means to escape, but she refused to leave despite facing danger several times.

She came here for the treasure, but now she has reached the door of the treasure and just left.

And the last words to scold myself
"Really." Ronan put down his hand and said slowly: "It's inexplicable!"

He turned and walked towards the small silver door, thinking about asking Alazan if there was any way to completely eliminate the remaining spiritual connection between him and Molly.

He doesn't want to have a similar experience again.

After Molly left, Ronan no longer had any worries and walked straight into the small silver door.

After a brief space travel, Ronan opened his eyes.

Then he saw a small empty room.

In the center of the room stood a small rattan table, on which stood an upside-down beautiful silver dressing mirror.

Apart from this, there is nothing else.

This scene made Ronan feel somewhat familiar. After careful recollection, it seemed like what he had seen when he entered the mysterious garden with the Silver Ring.

It’s not surprising. After all, the key items to unlock the maze - the space key and the rune map - were obtained from the secret garden.

Maybe they have the same owner.

Ronan thought about it, walked slowly towards the center of the room, came to the rattan table, and picked up the silver dressing mirror on the table.

When Ronan saw the image clearly in the mirror, his eyes flickered violently, and then he murmured softly.

"Mirror of the Void?!"

The lonely and empty wilderness.

Under the slightly gloomy sky, a piece of void suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

After a while, the shape of a door emerged, and then a pair of hands pushed it open from the inside.

A tall, thin figure wearing a loose, decayed black robe slowly walked out.

The figure was suspended in mid-air, with his head slightly raised, revealing a handsome and mature face under his long hair that was as wet and sticky as seaweed.

The man narrowed his eyes, looked at the sky above his head, and slowly said: "What a beautiful weather..."

"Shuh-huh--"

Figures emerged one after another from the light gate behind the man, each of them exuding a thick, cold and evil aura.

As soon as these people appeared, there was collective excitement and carnival.

"I'm out! I'm finally out."

"Isn't this a dream? Tell me, this is not a dream."

"Woo woo.. I'm still alive! Astrid, did you hear me? I'm still alive in this world!"

They were like a group of people hiding in a dark and damp cave who had not seen the sunlight for a long time. They breathed in the outside air almost greedily.

After a brief moment of excitement, everyone's emotions gradually calmed down, and unknowingly, all eyes were focused on the handsome man in the decayed black robe.

A look of deep fear appeared in someone's eyes, and then he suddenly shot in one direction, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a tiny black dot and disappeared.

Someone's eyes flickered and his expression changed, but he ultimately did not move.

Soon, out of the dozen figures that walked out of the light gate, a small half chose to leave, leaving only six standing still, all staring at the back of the man in the decadent black robe.

"Why don't you leave?"

The man withdrew his gaze from admiring the sky, and regained his initial calmness and serenity. He turned his back to the six people who had not left the field and spoke lightly.

Among the six men, a scarecrow wearing a gray robe and with a body like burnt wheat straw tied together randomly, exuding a hot and evil aura, stepped forward, knelt on one knee at the man's feet, and uttered a dark and hoarse voice.

"We are all people who have walked out of the past. There is no point in returning to the past.

It was Lord Narros who gave us a new life!

From now on, I will always follow Lord Narros."

After saying this, the Scarecrow Wizard respectfully placed his forehead on the level of the man's feet.

The other five people also slowly knelt down.

The man turned around and stared quietly at the six people kneeling in front of him.

An inexplicable aura rose from under his rotten black robe and slowly covered the sky.

After a long time, the man finally spoke in an unusually calm tone:
"It is time for the world to remember the names that they have forgotten."

The six wizards all looked up, excitement and almost fanaticism appearing on their faces.

They roared the name "Narros" as if they were performing some ancient and pious ritual.

The man's expression was relatively calm.

"Mixia..."

He whispered a name, talking to himself.

It seemed as if he was expressing regret, or as if he was lamenting something.

"What a wonderful young man."

(End of this chapter)