Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 372 How many Mixias are there in Linghu? That's right, I'm looking for you!
It didn't feel good to allow others to examine his injuries. Ulian felt a strong sense of shame as if he was stripped naked in public.

But this is one of the rules, and everyone who is qualified to step into the mist must abide by it.

Unless someday, he can become the rule maker and replace the only person sitting on the throne.

"This trace of magic"

A voice came from one side of the fog, attracting the attention of many people, including Ulian himself.

The voice came from a tall figure at the edge of the white mist, who seemed to be wearing a tall round hat on his head.

The man in the top hat hesitated slightly, then quickly said some descriptive words to Ulian.

Ulian's eyes flickered as the other party was talking. After his opponent finished speaking, he nodded: "Yes, it's him."

"Sieg, do you know this Spirit Lake wizard who defeated Ulian?"

The tall figure on the throne asked the exit.

The man named Sieg took off his hat and saluted. "I encountered this once before when I entered the Silent Corridor. It left me with some unpleasant memories."

The man in the top hat paused, looked in the direction of Ulian, and said, "He seems to be only level four."

Ulian heard the sarcasm in the other person's words, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and did not respond.

The man was only level four when he cut off one of his arms, forcing him to flee, along with two other level five wizards and six level four wizards under his command.

But he won't say.

I am too embarrassed to speak and don't know how to start.

As a genius who is one of the fifth-level core members of the Witch Heart Palace, with a group of followers, he was beaten like a stray dog ​​by a fourth-level wizard from Linghu?

That person has already entered the oasis and will meet the people present sooner or later. Then these guys will know how evil the other person is and how the wounds on his body came about.

"Misha Tyrion"

The tall figure on the throne spoke slowly: "I have heard of this name. Rumor has it that he is just an incompetent idiot."

The plain words aroused mocking glances from some people in the white mist, falling on Ulian's face like a hot iron.

Ulian lowered his head and said nothing until the voice finished, "Okay, everyone remember this name.

In addition to Quasimodo and Canière, there is another person in Linghu who deserves our attention.

Thanks to Ulian for sharing the information"

Someone in the white mist made a shrill clapping sound, and the tall figure on the throne slowly retreated. The mist surged, and the figures of the rest of the people also slowly disappeared.

Ulian, who had been under tremendous physical and mental pressure throughout the game, breathed a sigh of relief and was about to exit the fog when suddenly something flew out quickly from the fog on the side, hit Ulian's feet with a "bang", and rolled several times.

Ulian was startled, and after taking a closer look he discovered that it was a first-level healing potion.

"Use it to heal your wounds, Ulian."

Ulian's eyes suddenly turned red, he raised his head and looked in the direction where the potion came from, and growled: "Dias!"

Behind the area that was gradually hidden by the white mist, a tall and strong figure was making bursts of sneering sounds, and then, under Ulian's fiery gaze, he disappeared with a loud laugh.

"Ulian, this idiot waste! Haha."

In the ruins of the dilapidated waterway, surrounded by a group of black-robed wizards from the Witch Heart Palace, a man with a strong build and a pale face covered with many sharp spikes put away the crystal ball in his hand and laughed heartily.

The laughter spread far away, attracting some wandering monsters, but before they could get close, they were blasted into pieces by the spells quickly summoned by the surrounding wizards of the Wuxin Palace.

The man with a face full of nails and a strange and ferocious appearance continued to laugh, and tears were almost coming out of his eyes.

It was not until a large group of black bats flapped their wings and flew back quickly from a distance and fell into the hands of a fifth-level wizard from the Witch Heart Hall, who quickly walked to the nail man and whispered a few words that the man's laughter finally stopped.

"Spirit Lake Wizard? And he's from the Deep Sea School?"

After listening to the report from his wizard, the bald and spiky-faced Diaz suddenly showed a strange expression on his face.

"Is it such a coincidence?"

His eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin fiercely. After a moment, he said with a grim smile, "Let's go and take a look.

Let’s see if they are the same group of people.”

"Yes."

"Tick-tick-tick-"

The water dripping from the wet cracks in the rocks fell gently into the dirty puddles, creating a small splash.

The sound of a group of people's footsteps came closer and closer. The light emitted by the staffs or magical tools in each person's hand dispelled the corruption and darkness in the waterway from afar.

"This so-called lost land, the ruins of the ancient waterway doesn't look as scary as the rumors say."

In the team, a handsome young wizard wearing a dark blue robe laughed in a pretentious manner, trying to break the slightly dull atmosphere in the team.

People around began to respond, and some even sang out loud on purpose to show that they were not afraid or nervous at all.

This group of people all appear to be quite young, and each of them is above the late stage of level four, so they do have reason to be proud of themselves.

Only two older blue-robed wizards with a strength of level five could not help but frown at the deliberate laughter and chatter of several people. But when they glanced at the handsome young man with short blue-gold gradient hair who was firmly guarded by everyone in the center of the team and had a smile on his face, the words of advice that were about to come out of their mouths turned into helplessness and were covered up by shaking their heads.

"okay."

Perhaps sensing the expressions of the two Level 5 wizards, the handsome young man with short blue-gold hair looked a little serious and said solemnly, "Stop making trouble. This is not the Spirit Lake after all. Everyone, stay alert and be alert."

The noise in the team gradually died down.

But soon, someone murmured again.

"That damn Damien didn't respond to any of our messages. Did he know that we were planning to deprive him of his qualification to participate in the Destiny Stone Trial under the pretext of aid?"

"It is also possible that he has died in this waterway. After all, he came in alone and his strength is only level 4."

"That's too bad. A small character like Damien can die anywhere, but if he causes us, Misha, to lose the Crown of Deep Knowledge, his soul should be suppressed in the deep sea and never rest in peace."

Hearing this, Mixia frowned slightly, obviously he was also worried about this possibility.

Thinking of this, Mixia could not help but take out a blue pebble, crushed it quickly in her hand, and then turned into a water blue dove and flew out quickly, disappearing in an instant.

Before this, he had tried to use this method at least three times to contact Damien who had already entered the waterway.

Mixia had just sent out the communication tool when she heard a low, inquiring voice.

"Speaking of which, Misha."

A mature-looking fifth-level wizard narrowed his eyes and slowly spoke: "I am really curious, how did you lose to Ronan Damien in the final selection of Son of the Deep Sea?

As far as I know, he and you seem to have signed a soul contract of absolute loyalty and absolute obedience, right?"

After the question was asked, pairs of curious eyes turned over.

The corner of Misha's eyes twitched slightly. He couldn't possibly explain to others: it was he who took the initiative to ask Ronan Damien to launch the strongest offensive against him, and the other party just happened to be extremely powerful, possessing a powerful combat capability that could crush an average level five existence head-on, right?

"Shut up, Marlon."

Mixia said in a cold voice: "I invited you to join the team because I value your experience and strength, not your useless and damnable curiosity."

The level 5 wizard named Malone was not angry when he heard Misha's answer. He just smiled and shut his mouth obediently.

Just when the atmosphere in the team fell into a slightly awkward state, suddenly bursts of violent sounds of breaking through the air rang out from the waterways in all directions, accompanied by cold and powerful mental forces.

In an instant, the faces of the entire team changed drastically. When a ferocious bald man with black spikes all over his face appeared in a ghostly black robe, someone exclaimed in a distorted voice: "Wu Wu Heart Palace?!"

In just a moment, the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere in the team was washed away, leaving only the heaviness and depression that was crushed and covered by the rolling gloomy and strange aura.

Mixia was panicking, but thinking that he was the leader of the team, he quickly calmed down, stepped forward, and asked, "What are you going to do?" "I heard what they called you."

Dias touched his bald head and said slowly: "Are you Mixia?"

"So what?"

"How many Mixia are there in your Linghu Deep Sea?"

Mixia was startled, then said with a smile: "Nonsense, of course there is only one.

That’s me”

Misha took a step forward, as if she was a protagonist born with a certain halo, and said proudly: "Misha Tyriones!"

"That's right."

A smile slowly appeared on Diaz's face. "You are the one I'm looking for."

Mixia was stunned, and before he could react, his pupils shrank suddenly in the next second, and a thick black color like a tide rapidly expanded in his eyes.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The collision and explosion of spells were endless, the energy was surging, and the screams continued to ring out.

The entire battle lasted less than an hourglass's time.

When everything calmed down, all the wizards wearing deep blue robes from the Spirit Lake Deep Sea were seen lying on the ground in all directions. Each of their faces was filled with great fear and pain, like a group of terrified little animals that had fallen into a hunter's trap.

"Giggle-"

A thin and skinny young boy was strangled by a strong and broad hand, his body suspended in the air, his handsome face turned purple due to suffocation, and a strange squeezing sound kept coming from the bottom of his throat.

"too weak"

Dias pinched Misha's neck with one hand, licked his lips with his snake-like tongue, and shook his head slowly: "You are no different from trash, and you can be considered level five?
I really don’t know how that idiot Ulian had his arm cut off by a loser like you.”

Misha opened her eyes wide and struggled hard, as if she wanted to explain something.

Diaz figured it all out quickly. He tilted his head and said to himself, "It seems that Ulian was completely fooled... That idiot, even his arm was broken, and he didn't even know the other party's true identity.
Ha, next time we meet, I’ll have something to make fun of him for.”

A chilling smile appeared on Diaz's face, and he casually threw Misha away in his hand as if she were a piece of useless trash.

Without even glancing at the person beneath his feet, he simply greeted him and, along with a group of wizards from the Witch Heart Palace, blended into the shadows around him and quickly disappeared.

"Hu-hu-"

Misha knelt on the ground, supporting herself with one hand and breathing heavily with the other.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Humiliation, shame, confusion, and deep fear.

It was like a poisonous vine tightly wrapped around his heart at this moment.

From childhood to adulthood, when has he ever encountered such a thing? !

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Misha let out a low growl like a wild beast, venting his emotions to the ground.

After a long time, he finally calmed down a little and slowly got up from the ground.

At this moment, Mixia's face was terribly gloomy. When he glanced around at the many injured men on the field, his face suddenly became even gloomier.

"Where are Malone and the others?"

"As soon as the battle started, they just...ran away!"

"hiss--"

Misha took a deep breath and clenched her drooping hands into fists.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the prophetic words that had supported him along the way - "I am Misha, and my name is destined to resound in the land beyond Linghu Lake"!
Finally, the anger slowly subsided.

Mixia calmed down, sorted out her thoughts, and quickly issued various instructions, and she was able to barely get the team together again.

The two Level 5 wizards who were invited to help all ran away because of a group of wizards from the Witch Heart Hall who came from nowhere and for unknown reasons. Only a group of "useless" subordinates whose morale was broken and who were not worth using were left.
Mixia was feeling extremely upset, just as he was thinking about what to do next.

Finally some good news came.

"Misha!"

The wizard in charge of reconnaissance in the team ran up to report the situation with a look of surprise on his face, "I encountered wizards from the Phantom Light Society! They were led by a Level 5 wizard.

I told them your name and explained the situation, and they took the initiative to say they were willing to come and see if they could help in any way..."

"real?!"

Mixia's eyes lit up, her expression suddenly filled with joy, and she suddenly stood up from the stone where she was resting.

"The Phantom Society, huh? I seem to have heard of this faction's name before."

Mixia perked up and said, "Where are they now? Take me there."

"No need, we're already here."

Just as Misha finished speaking, she heard a gloomy voice responding.

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, I saw wizards with robes inlaid with crystals on their shoulders walking out of the darkness like smoke and fog.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man who looked very cunning and exuded a deep and obscure level five aura.

As soon as he appeared, his eyes fell on Misha's face, and his eyes were filled with some indescribable meaning.

"Are you Mixia?"

The man spoke.

Mixia nodded, "Yes."

"How many Misha are there in Linghu?"

Mixia was stunned, feeling as if she had heard this question somewhere before.

"Of course there is only one."

Mixia suppressed the discomfort of being questioned by the other party and answered with a frown.

"That's right."

The middle-aged man nodded, and then made a casual gesture. Immediately afterwards, a group of wizards from the Phantom Light Society behind him immediately surrounded him with fierce eyes and took fighting postures.

At the same time, he raised his hand and summoned a spell, which hit Mixia directly in the face.

"Boom!"

Mixia was caught off guard and barely blocked the opponent's spell. She was shocked and angry, "What are you going to do?!"

"doing what?"

The fifth-level wizard of the Dusk Light Society sneered as he cast a spell, "I'm going to fight you, a bastard who is swindling people under the name of the Tyrion family!"

"Oh!"

Mixia's roar of shock and anger was instantly drowned out by the rolling tide of magic energy.
It's the end of the month, aren't you going to clear the votes?

Just throw a few unwanted monthly tickets to poor Goudan, woooo (kowtow! bang bang bang!)

(End of this chapter)