Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 341 Dorian is a good guy, I can hardly tell he is acting
Snowflakes fell in the azure blue sky, each one had twelve edges and corners, so exquisite that it looked like a top-notch work of art.

In a flash, it filled the entire space.

The icy air descended, covering Dorian's aura in the field and gradually solidifying, becoming as difficult to operate as a rusted and frozen machine.

Ronan retreated gently like a light elf in the falling snow, avoiding the suppression of Dorian's aura.

"Boom——"

Dorian landed heavily on the ground, and his huge toad body shattered the icy ground in the surrounding area.

Ronan stepped on the ice, snow and dust and soared straight up, blending into the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Unknowingly, almost all of those first-level ice mages had entered the realm of resonance of the three realms of magic.

Coupled with the three fourth-level ice spells he comprehended after reaching level four, Ronan's frozen earth field is now unfolding, and the icy power that has been strengthened layer by layer has become so terrifying that even a fifth-level wizard has to be affected.

"Wow--"

Dorian shook his body, shook off the ice, raised his head, and opened his mouth to Ronan.

The long dark purple tongue shot out from its wide mouth like lightning, bringing with it thick dark purple energy beams, which instantly tore apart the snow curtain above the head and shot straight towards Ronan.

Ronan looked back calmly, and swung his right arm naturally and casually, and a long silver mirror appeared on his side.

The deep purple light pillars that had been invading his body sank into it one after another. At the same time, the same mirror appeared behind Dorian.

【Space Mirror Technique】!
"Rumble--"

The dense energy beams were cleverly leveraged by the force of space and sent back, hitting Dorian's toad's back hard.

He roared in surprise and anger, and got on all fours. He exerted an extremely strong force that spread along the ground, leaving long ripples. Dorian took advantage of the recoil force and suddenly soared into the air.

He opened his mouth wide early, as if he wanted to swallow Ronan in one gulp.

"Kacha kacha kacha——"

The space magic mirror exploded after withstanding Dorian's wave of level five magic attacks.

Behind the countless exploding mirror fragments, Ronan's figure was revealed, surrounded by countless crystal snowflakes.

At this moment, Ronan was like the king of the Snow Country, with dancing long hair, noble, indifferent, cold and elegant.

He looked down from above, clasped his hands together, and a huge mental force field comparable to level five emanated from his body, like an icy celestial body, circling around.

Waves of Dharma energy surged out from his body and blended with each other. Forbidden thunder fell from the sky and the chill in the air grew stronger.

"Level 4. Where does a Level 4 get such strong mental pressure?
There are also forbidden domains?"

Dorian was stunned as the cold kept pressing down on him.

But before he could feel shocked, the next second, an ancient ice lake fell from above his head.

Above the ice lake, hideous, evil, and majestic phantoms of giant snakes from the ancient frost overlords quietly appeared.

Stared at by those pairs of cold and indifferent eyes, Dorian's scalp tightened and he felt extremely terrified as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy.

"A python swallowing a frog. It's perfect."

In the sky, Ronan looked down at Dorian, whispered something, and then pointed his right hand at Dorian under him.
The five fingers suddenly retracted.

In an instant, six giant snakes roared silently and bit towards Dorian who was in the middle!

Dorian's eyes widened, the huge toad's magical body was frozen inch by inch, the spirit's true body collapsed, and an expression of extreme shock and disbelief quickly appeared on its ugly face.

"No!"

"Boom! Bang—"

The light balls shattered one after another.

The wizards in the fourth round ended their fight and walked out of the light ball one after another.

Soon, there was only a ball of light left on the field, and it was quiet and motionless.

"It looks like Dorian is having a lot of fun and is reluctant to come out until now."

In the crystal room, Hathaway, who occupied the main seat originally occupied by Mrs. Merle, was casually painting her nails with new bright paint.

A beautiful thrush landed on the armrest of the chair on her left hand side and babbled, "Hathaway, you really shouldn't do this. You don't know how much risk I took for you.

I’m telling you, it’s you.”

"Shut up, Lauren!
Do you think I will believe your lies? God knows how many people you are in contact with privately."

Hathaway scolded, and the thrush obediently shut its mouth.

Hathaway admired her newly painted nails with satisfaction. When she raised her head and her eyes fell on the quiet ball of light on the court, her mood immediately became better.

The longer it drags on, the more torture that annoying guy who dared to reject her again and again will suffer.

She couldn't wait to see the miserable look that guy would show when he came out.

At this moment, the only ball of light on the field shattered, and two figures emerged from the light.

Hathaway's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but stand up from her chair and move closer, wanting to see the other person's current appearance more carefully.

Soon, a familiar young man appeared. He was still calm and handsome, without any trace of the color that Hathaway wanted.

"Uh"

Hathaway was stunned for a moment.

"Is Dorian doing his job properly?"

The young man gave her a cold look from a distance, then turned and left.

Behind him, another figure appeared.

Dorian lost the bandages that covered his entire body, revealing his rotten and festering skin. Even the dense pustules on his disgusting and ugly face could not hide his distraught expression.

"Ronan Damien wins!"

After the announcement, a low uproar was heard from the sidelines.

"Crack--" The newly-made nails on Hathaway's ten fingers broke at once, and she fell into a brief daze.

"Ronan Damien wins?
Impossible?! How could he have won? How could Dorian have lost to him?

impossible."

Hathaway murmured, and suddenly reacted, grabbing a thrush that was trying to escape secretly behind her.

"Tell me! What's going on?"

The thrush was panicked, its eyes flickering and erratic, "I don't know either."

"Don't push me!"

Hathaway increased the strength of her hands and gritted her teeth.

The thrush cried out in grievance, "I tell you, I tell you!
Yes..Yes..
It’s Misha.”

"Misha?!"

"Misha!"

On the crystal throne, Mixia had a smile on her face, sitting casually like a triumphant king.

He listened to the noisy discussions that came faintly from his ears, pointed at a figure in the field that was the focus of everyone's attention at the moment, and talked to the people around him with a chuckle.

"Dorian is a good man. He even took off the bandages that he always wore.
Did you notice his facial expressions? Every detail was just right, I could hardly tell he was acting."

The people around him expressed their agreement and echoed.

Suddenly someone couldn't help but speak up: "Misha, why do you have to let Damien win this game? He is only level 4. If it wasn't for that old guy Heliodo having a brain cramp and sending him all the way, he would have been eliminated long ago."

"why?"

Mixia stood up from the crystal throne with a calm expression, exuding an aura that no one else could do it better than her and that everything was under control.

"Because he brought back the 'Crown of Deep Knowledge' for me!"

Misha raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at the gorgeous and dazzling crystal crown in the sky, "When I wear this crown.

He is qualified to stand beside me as the greatest contributor and share the glory of that moment with me.
He has given his heart and soul to me, how can I be stingy with him?

Regardless of this time, he was the first one to take the initiative to sign a contract with me to show his loyalty. Which one of you can do this?"

Zorn and others lowered their heads in "shame".

"Damien is your role model."

Mixia's tone slowed down a bit. Although he was young, he already mastered the methods of a leader.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow me, Mixia, I will never treat you unfairly... Now, it's just the beginning."

Mixia calmed down and sat back on her throne, then said calmly: "The next round is the last round, Ma Long and the other level 5 players will voluntarily give up.
Zorn, please inform Damien and tell him to get ready.

In the next game, I will reward him in person."

"Yes."

"Ronan Damien wins?"

Valentine stood there with a dazed expression, seemingly not believing what he saw and heard.

Beside him, Heliodo, who had originally looked gloomy and worried, was also stunned. His dry old face now looked a little confused.

After a while, accompanied by a long and deep breath, Valentine slowly turned around.

His face was filled with an expression of extreme anger and laughter.

"Good, good, good! Heliodo, you are amazing."

Valentine clapped his hands lightly and said, "I didn't expect that even Dorian could be bribed by you, that's amazing.

It seems that you have really grown a lot in the past few hundred years."

Although Heliodo was also confused at this time, he still snorted coldly, expressing his contempt and disdain.

"I admit that I lost. I will ask Forensa to deliver the things I promised you later."

Valentine sat down again, looked at Heliodo in front of him, and couldn't help but taunt him, "Since you are so capable, why don't you just give him the position of Son of the Deep Sea and keep winning until the end.

In that case, I'd even kneel down and lick your boots."

Heliodo didn't say anything, but just sat down quietly. His expression changed and his brows slowly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

"It turned out to be Misha."

Ronan put away the message from Zorn and finally understood.

He said how could Heliodo "escort" him all the way to the fourth round, and even bribed a fifth-level wizard. It turned out that the person who wanted Dorian to admit defeat was Misha.

This makes sense, Misha does have this ability.

And Mixia's reason for doing this was also ridiculous. It was said that she wanted to be the right-hand man who stood by his side and shared the glory with him.

"How immature does one have to be to have such an idea?"

Ronan shook his head, feeling speechless.

The surprise and uproar caused by his victory over the level 5 Dorian with a level 4 body had not yet died down when new movements appeared on the field.

Several level five wizards who won the fourth round of competition actually gave up on their own initiative at this time, and suddenly only he and Misha were left in the fifth round.

I know without asking that it must be Mixia's trick again.

This so-called selection of Sons of the Deep Sea has completely disappointed Ronan from the bottom of his heart.

As expected, the Linghu Ring gave off a slightly warming feeling.

Ronan took a deep breath and flew onto the field.

"It's time for this 'farce' to end."

(End of this chapter)