Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 345: The Lost Land, Ancient Waterway!
"The old and new prophets have taken over, and there are predictions that the Upper Ring Continent will usher in a dramatic change."

Heliodo whispered: "This is an extraordinary time. After the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea, we will represent Linghu to the Lost Land."

"The Lost Land?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered.

"From the ancient battlefield of wizards left over from long ago, there are still monsters from other worlds left. They are much stronger than ordinary monsters, and some may break your cognition."

Heliodo said in a deep voice: "There, you will not only face monsters from another world, but also pressure from the elites of the major wizard forces inside and outside the Spirit Lake.
That is not a difficulty that can be overcome by the power of a single person.”

"Inside the Spirit Lake, there are flames and black moon..."

Ronan pondered and said, "Besides the Spirit Lake, are there other wizard organizations in the Destiny Pendulum, led by the Witch Heart Palace?"

“Maybe it’s not just the pendulum of fate.”

Heliodo shook his head: "The Lost Land is buried deep underground. This ancient battlefield is almost every corner of the middle part of the upper ring. If you are unlucky, it is not impossible to run into wizards from the other two empires or even the three major empires.

There are also large and small space cracks, and various unknown events that may occur at any time.
The intensity and danger of the next stage of competition will be far beyond your imagination."

Heliodo glanced at him and said with some amusement: "You don't think that we only need to gather the genius elites of the three schools of Deep Sea, Flame, and Black Moon together and have a few more rounds of competitions to compete for the Son of Spirit Lake, do you?"

Ronan said nothing.

He didn't think things were that simple, but Heliodo's words did hit upon some of his thoughts deep in his heart.

Seeing Ronan silent, Heliodo slowed down his tone and continued, "Misha is not outstanding, but he has many advantages that others cannot match.

The person behind him had been helping him run the business a long time ago.

In the deep sea, Misha can easily gather a team of elite wizards of the Dawn Order. No matter what thoughts and plans those few young level five wizards in the deep sea have in secret, at least on the surface they are willing to have him as their leader.

Outside of Linghu, Mixia also has a certain network of contacts.

Therefore, he is the most suitable person to sit on the position of Son of the Deep Sea, and even the Great Elder has no objection.

In the eyes of many people, this selection of the Son of the Deep Sea is indeed just a formality."

“Your appearance disrupted everyone’s plans. I originally thought that you were really favored by the Great Elder, and that the Great Elder had some new plans for what was to come.

But I didn’t expect it.”

Heliodo shook his head and sighed, “Damien, no one doubts your excellence, and my expectations of you have always been high.

But things are much more complicated than you think, and you are not yet fully grown, so it is not time for you to fly."

At this moment, Ronan finally understood why he encountered the "warning" from the Great Elder of the Deep Sea on his way here.

It turned out that it was not just a matter of "taking advantage of the situation". The fact that he defeated Mixia and "stole" the position of Son of the Deep Sea had already caused the "dissatisfaction" of the Great Elder.

"Anyway, thank you, teacher."

After Ronan pondered for a while, he bowed solemnly to Heliodo.

He could feel that Heliodo's words were not spur of the moment. Perhaps after today's meeting, no matter what the outcome was, whether the two of them would completely "sever ties" from then on or continue their master-disciple relationship, he would choose to tell him.

All he knew.

Heliodo added: "But you don't have to worry too much. Since the Great Elder did not interfere or object during the selection, it means that he acquiesced to the current result.

The Crown of Deep Knowledge is in your possession. If I were the Great Elder, I would definitely not let anything happen to you, or let the Crown of Deep Knowledge be lost outside..."

"Is this considered consolation, teacher?"

"Just take it as such."

Heliodo waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about something else."

Heliodo raised one foot and said to Ronan, "Do you see any difference between this boot of mine and the usual ones?"

Ronan looked at it carefully for a while and shook his head: “I have never paid attention to what the teacher usually wears.

Apart from the clean soles, there was no other difference. ”

When Heliodo heard this answer, he couldn't help laughing. He had never seen him so happy since the first day Ronan met him.

Private secret space.

Ronan stood on a small earthen slope, quietly watching everything below.

The apple trees planted in the fields below the slope are already sprouting, and their lush green leaves are like little hands spread out in the wind. One side of the field is planted with tulips, most of which are now in bloom, and are very beautiful.

Arrietty, who was born from dust and has always lived in the closed attic of the Silver Ring, is full of passion and love for all things full of life.

She dreamed of having an orchard and a garden of her own, and now, it has almost come true.

Every few minutes, Arrietty would pick a fresh flower and present it to Ronan like a treasure. Ronan would always say thank you to her and then use different adjectives to simply praise the beauty of the flower. Then Arrietty would feel extremely satisfied, and her little face would be flushed with excitement and happiness, like the first fruit that ripened early in this apple orchard.

"Om-"

When the game was halfway through, a faint spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared in front of Ronan.

Ronan gently pushed the somewhat panicked Arrietty behind his collar and hid her, then raised his head and saw a middle-aged man in a moon-white robe and emitting a fifth-level wizard force field slowly walking out of the wave.

"Ronan Damien?"

The middle-aged wizard looked down at Ronan and spoke lightly.

"Yes."

Ronan nodded.

"Then get ready and follow me immediately."

"Where?"

"Where do you think you'll go?"

The middle-aged wizard's eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm, and he said, "As a son of the deep sea, this is the place you must go to, the Lost Land."

Ronan was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. He had expected this moment to come, but he had not expected it to come so soon.

The turmoil of the selection has not yet subsided, and he already needs to step into the next "competition field" again.

After briefly speaking to Arrietty, Ronan didn't waste any more words and followed the middle-aged wizard out of the Spirit Lake and flew towards some unknown and distant direction.

The two left, and a group of people slowly appeared at the exit of Linghu Lake.

The leader, a handsome young man, was Mixia.

Misha's short blue-gold gradient hair that was always upright and flowing now fell down, and she seemed to be much more mature than before.

"That kid left"

Someone whispered behind Misha.

"He didn't even bring anyone with him. He was alone. I really didn't know how he was going to fight with Kanier, Quasimodo and the others. I even doubted whether he could survive in the Lost Land."

"Why would the Great Elder?"

"Shh-"

Someone made a gesture to keep quiet and pointed secretly at Mixia's back in front of them, and everyone shut up immediately.

No one knew what happened in the final round on the day of the selection. Anyway, after coming out of the space battlefield, Mixia seemed like a different person, and suddenly lost her former fighting spirit and vigor.

"I haven't lost yet."

At this time, Mixia, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

Everyone's spirits perked up slightly, and then Mixia slowly raised her head and said to herself, "These past few days I have been wondering why the old prophet emphasized the words 'outside the Spirit Lake' in his prophecy to me.

Now, I finally understand. ”

Mixia's eyes slowly blossomed, as bright as ever.

“Leaving Linghu is the beginning of everything.

Fate has destined me, Misha Tyrion, to experience this low point. Everything that cannot kill me can only make me stronger.
One day."

Mixia clenched her fists, her eyes blazing as she said, "My name, Mixia, will resound throughout the Shanghuan!"

"That's great, Mixia, I knew you could do it!"

"That shameless guy Damien, even if he has the support of the Great Elder, how can he compare to our Misha..."

Everyone was in high spirits, and Mixia also returned to her original high spirits.

As a core member of a team, he lived up to everyone's expectations and rekindled his fighting spirit.
"So what should we do now? Misha."

Some people couldn't wait to ask.

"Wait."

Mixia said calmly, "Once that guy fails, it will be our turn to take the stage.

Now the words

Mixia looked around, suddenly grinned, and said, "Who wants to play a game of magic chess with me?"

Amid the lively conversation and laughter, no one noticed that a figure quietly left Linghu and chased after Ronan and the other man.

The journey was much shorter than Ronan had expected.

"Om-"

The rune array shield, which was as thick as a solid wall, roared slightly and a crack about one person's height appeared.

The middle-aged wizard who led the way stopped and looked at Ronan.

"Follow this road a little further and you will reach the Lost Land."

The middle-aged wizard raised his hand and threw a light silver ring to Ronan, saying calmly: "What you need to do is to follow the instructions above and walk to the end step by step.

If you encounter a danger that cannot be solved along the way, you can ask for help from the deep sea."

"Can we ask the deep sea for help?"

Ronan blinked.

"of course."

The middle-aged wizard said calmly: "But you have no chance anymore.

You need to hand over the Crown of Deep Knowledge, and someone will come to take your place.
Oh, right. "

The middle-aged wizard glanced at the ring in Ronan's hand and said, "There is something in it that the Great Elder gave you. If you open it in the right place, it should be helpful to you.

I hope you won’t let us.”

The middle-aged wizard shook his head halfway through his words, left Ronan alone, turned around and left.

Ronan read a hint of indifference and disappointment in the middle-aged wizard's eyes. He pursed his lips, said nothing, and stepped into the crack in the magic circle.

This super-large rune array that separates the Lost Land from the outside world originally existed somewhere deep underground and unknown to the world.

After passing through the magic circle, what appeared before Ronan's eyes was a dark path that went continuously downwards, as if leading directly to the center of the earth.

Ronan opened the space ring left by the middle-aged wizard before he left, and found that in addition to a rune stone used for recording, there was only an extremely exquisite metal box with countless complex runes flowing on the surface.

Ronan picked up the rune stone, placed it against his forehead, and read it carefully.

After a moment, he removed the rune stone.

"Ancient Waterway. Quevada Oasis. The Prophet"

He muttered a few words quietly, his eyes flickering, and finally, he walked towards the darkness in front of him with a calm face.

(End of this chapter)