Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 397 Reconstruction, Entry, Identity

Several shrine stone boxes were opened at the same time, and the green healing power of the shrine poured out from the boxes like a stream of water, seeping into the soil under their feet.

Feeling that the vitality from the Holy Blood Tree was gradually recovering, Ronan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked to the side and sat down.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his pale and handsome face showed no emotion.

This time, the loss he suffered was too great.

The Holy Blood Tree was seriously injured and on the verge of death, the energy accumulated in the Pool of Elements was consumed, and even the pool itself was seriously damaged. It was not known whether it could be repaired. Everything he had managed in the misty space in the past few years was almost destroyed, and there was no sign of the "Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline" on his character panel.

"Herkate..."

Ronan whispered the name, his hands hanging naturally on his knees, his ten fingers involuntarily sinking deep into his flesh.

He couldn't blame anyone.

No matter how sour, bitter or unpleasant the fruits that you grew from the seeds that you planted in the soil with your own hands are, you have to swallow them yourself.

Once, in the battle for the Heramus Wizards in the south, he chose to trade with Hekalto for the final victory.

After gaining power, he was unwilling to sacrifice his body and soul. Instead, he used "Posilina's betting agreement" to severely "play tricks" on Hekator.

Ronan was once "self-satisfied" but forgot what kind of existence his opponent was.

Now he was reaping the fruits of his own actions, paying a price ten or a hundred times greater. Not only did he lose the new Hydra bloodline that he had just successfully purified and deduced, which had already transformed into a trace of ancient majesty, but he also lost a lot of things in the process.

The foggy space is now devastated, and it is unknown how long it will take for it to recover to its former prosperity.

Damien

Arazan's slightly complicated voice sounded in his mind, "You didn't tell me that you have such an enemy..."

"That's not the point."

Ronan had no expression on his face and said calmly, "Do you have any good suggestions that can help me solve this problem?"

"Even when I was at the peak of my powers, I would not dare to provoke a dominant monster from ancient times like this.

And now you have given it the opportunity to break through the shackles of its bloodline and have the chance to advance to the ancient level."

Alazan was silent for a while, and finally replied in a low voice: "All you can do is to kill it by all means before its strength is fully restored."

"I know this better than you do."

Ronan frowned and stopped talking.

His original idea was to use the Holy Blood Tree to derive a stronger bloodline based on the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra, so as to suppress Hekaltor in turn.

Looking back now, his idea was really too naive.

As the person who summoned Hekalto's broken will from the long river of time and resurrected him, Hekalto has always been "watching" him in secret.

And his desire to use Hekart's bloodline to counter Hekart's attack was a fantasy in itself.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. His long-term preparations and efforts ultimately became Hekator's "wedding dress".

The "Posilina's Betting Agreement" between the two of them has already taken effect once. As the defeated party, Ronan not only paid the corresponding price - a trace of blood power that has touched the edge of the ancient level, but also the master and servant positions were reversed. Now, it can be said that he has lost completely.

But Hekator didn't intend to end the game just like that.

It took away what it needed, gave Ronan the punishment and warning of a loser, and deliberately left room for him to continue "struggling".

because
It wants to come a second time!
This is also the real reason why it is fully capable of but has not completely destroyed the Holy Blood Tree.

It seemed as if it was treating Ronan as a wheat field that could be harvested repeatedly. It would harvest it once now, and when the bare wheat field was filled with plump and firm fruits again, it would come a second time.

Ronan knew its intentions and thoughts, but he still had to continue to work hard to find hope for a comeback and try to make himself grow stronger.
This is an open conspiracy and the wisdom of Hekator.

"call--"

Ronan let out a long breath. He felt worse than ever before, but he had to calm himself down.

The failure of this round of game made him lose most of his chips. On the other hand, Hekalto will undoubtedly become more powerful the next time they meet. Perhaps it will grow a ninth or even tenth head.
From an ancient frost overlord, it has completely entered the category of ancient-level magical beasts.

In the next game between the two, Ronan's situation will become more difficult, which is what Hekalto wants to see.

Just like a snowball, Hekator's advantage will grow bigger and bigger, round after round, until Ronan's value is completely squeezed out.

Of course, the worst thing is not just this -

After losing the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra, Ronan's hope of becoming a nine-star supreme spirit was almost completely shattered.

Moreover, he temporarily lost the Holy Blood Tree, a powerful means of replenishing his bloodline.

The only good news is probably that after completely "breaking off" with Hekart, he can finally use the power of [Scarlet Ice] unscrupulously. Although it does not have the blessing of the ancient frost hydra bloodline, it can still be regarded as a magical method that has reached the "true meaning level".

Ronan spent a full ten days cleaning up the mess in the foggy space.

The land and vegetation destroyed by the power of ice magic are still minor matters. The main issues are the injured Holy Blood Tree and the damaged Elemental Pool.

The former's condition finally improved and stabilized thanks to Ronan's generous use of the power of the healing shrine and his own blood essence. All that remained was a period of slow self-recovery. After all, it was a legendary tree species, and if it had not consumed most of its power to help Ronan purify his bloodline, the Holy Blood Tree would not have ended up in such a miserable state.

With Alazan's "theoretical support and technical guidance", it is not a problem to completely repair the Pool of Elements. It just requires some necessary repair materials.

The misty space that Ronan had spent several years managing was reduced to ruins overnight, and the various plants and potions planted by Arrietty and Benigo, as well as the plant elves that were born with them, were almost wiped out.

One of the two beautiful clams living in the lake also died, and during the reconstruction process, Arrietty was so sad that she fainted several times.

"Om-"

Ronan manipulated a mass of substance that looked like black mercury, and smoothly engraved a complex and mysterious rune mark on the cracked bottom of the elemental pool.

As the rune was successfully engraved, a faint magical fluctuation emanated from the bottom of the pool, and then a small rune array around it slowly turned like gears meshing with each other.

Feeling the wisps of free energy particles in the air begin to gather in the pool again, a thin layer of energy fluid, like mottled oil paint, was visibly accumulated at the bottom of the pool. Ronan showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The preliminary repair work on the Pool of Elements has come to a temporary end, and the speed of energy gathering has returned to about one-tenth of the original speed.

As for the rest, we will have to wait until all the materials on the repair list provided by Alazan are purchased before we can carry out the repairs step by step.

Ronan raised his head and looked around.

Shrouded in a barren land shrouded in a chill that had not yet completely dissipated, Benigo was guarding a half-trunk of the Holy Blood Tree, concentrating on writing and drawing. His next research direction had shifted from bloodline deduction to the subject of how to restore the Holy Blood Tree as soon as possible.

Dodur III was still as heartless as ever, limping and running around on the frozen ground. Arrietty led the few remaining dust elves, carrying a few small water bottles that were bigger than their bodies, sobbing as they replanted the fields. The last beauty shell sang a song of hope in the puddle next to it.
The disaster has happened, but life must go on.

Ronan looked at his "closest" friends quietly, his eyes flickering.

If he could go back in time, he would probably make the same choice.

No matter when, he never lacks the courage to start over again. Compared with the initial beginning, he now has a lot more.

"What are you going to do next?"

Ronan walked on the hard soil, communicating with Alazan in his mind.

"Just as you said, first solve the problem of the awakening potion, and then purchase the soul-shaping liquid and soul-shaping array required for the impact of level 5. During this time..."

Ronan paused, then continued, "If possible, I still plan to return to Storm Realm again."

"You haven't given up the idea of ​​attacking the Nine-Star Spirit?"

"This is my greatest hope for a comeback, how can I give it up so easily?" Ronan shook his head, "I've thought about it, if I can find a few more evolution shrines, and get in close contact with the Storm Weavers in the Storm Realm a few more times, I might be able to completely complete the Storm Lord bloodline in my body.

By that time, the Holy Blood Tree would probably have recovered.

I will find a group of followers for it. At most, it can just stay at level 4 for a few more years. There is still a chance that it can fight for the ancient bloodline again."

Alazan seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated and finally said nothing.

Ronan walked up to the Holy Blood Tree, reached out and touched its scarred body, and finally watered it with blood, then calmly left the foggy space.

The land of Quevada Oasis was still in front of me. The turbid sky was about to dawn. On the skyline at dawn, a tiny white dot was approaching quickly.

Ronan squinted his eyes and saw clearly that it was a snow-white carrier pigeon that didn't fit in with its surroundings.

The dove fell straight into his arms and spit out a thinly rolled piece of parchment from its pink beak.

When it was opened, there was the handwriting of the prophet Eve.

Ronan's eyes flickered.

He was just about to find the prophet Eve, but he didn't expect that she would send him a message first. She really deserved the title of "prophet".

Ronan casually crumpled up the parchment and followed the carrier pigeon towards the ruins of the Keldiim buildings where he had lived for three years.

After walking through the long old corridor and standing in front of the small gray door again, Ronan gently placed his hand on the door knocker, hesitated slightly, and then pushed the door hard and walked in.

"Crackling——"

Just like the small room more than three years ago, a blazing fire was burning in the antique fireplace on one side of the room. A fat white bear was lying beside the fireplace, yawning lazily with drooping eyelids.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. You look much better than before."

The white bear spoke with the clear, girlish voice that was unique to the Prophet Eve, greeting Ronan.

Ronan walked over and said calmly, "Your eyesight is really bad, I have never felt so bad as I do now."

"This will all pass, my dear Damien."

The white bear stretched out a furry paw and waved at Ronan, with a smile on his slightly silly face, "As the child of destiny, all you have to do is always maintain a good attitude.

There will be worse things to come, and you will get used to it slowly."

“Is this how you comfort people as a prophet?”

Ronan frowned and did not continue discussing this topic with the Prophet Eve.

He sat on the ground in front of the white bear and said, "You asked me to come here, maybe there is some progress on the matter of the awake snake?"

White Bear nodded, "This is one of them."

White Bear slowly stood up, walked to the side, picked up some dry firewood, threw it into the burning fireplace, and then said to Ronan: "In the past few years, several descendants of King Alba have been fighting for the position of heir, and everyone is gambling like crazy.

I have chosen a suitable successor for you. You will join their fight on behalf of the pendulum of fate and the will of me, the prophet.

By then, you can get what you want smoothly, of course, there will be a price.
Trouble, you will get into trouble sooner or later, so you might as well be more proactive and get enough benefits before the trouble comes.

Do you think that's right? "

Ronan was in deep thought for a moment, the flames burning in the fireplace beside him casting an orange-red light on his fair face.

The method that Prophet Eve suggested was not much different from what he had originally envisioned, so Ronan could be said to have made corresponding preparations long ago.

"Which member of the Alba royal family do you intend for me to support in the fight for the throne?"

Ronan inquired.

The white bear smiled and handed him a translucent crystal ball.

Some images flashed in the crystal ball. When Ronan saw a figure in the picture clearly, he was stunned, and his eyes showed an expression of not knowing how to express himself.

He nodded, looked away from the crystal ball, and then said, "So, what about the second thing?"

"I helped you create a new identity for the outside world."

White Bear said: "Before you grow up to the point where you can influence the outcome of this disaster, you still need to conceal yourself a little.

I'll let you know."

"is it necessary?"

Ronan frowned. "After the trial of the Stone of Destiny is over, there must be a lot of people who know my identity, right?"

“How much do you think is a lot?”

White Bear couldn't help but sneer, "Spirit Lake Deep Sea, the people in that small circle that you can get in touch with?
Or those little guys you beat up so badly?"

"Since I was in charge of the trial of the Stone of Destiny, I have naturally made the corresponding preparations. From the moment you walked into this room three years ago, your appearance has begun to blur in some people's minds."

"Of course, even I can't be completely foolproof. The news will eventually get out."

White Bear shrugged and said, “But there is a big difference between hearing rumors about you and meeting you in person.

False information will lead some people with ulterior motives in the wrong direction. As long as it can mislead a small number of people, this method will be considered successful.

I said, this is just a simple cover-up. The point is not to keep others from knowing your true identity, but to make it clear to them more slowly.

Time, time.

My dear Damien, what you lack most now is time."

The white bear let out an exclamation.

"whatever."

Ronan thought for a moment, then asked, "What fake identity did you arrange for me?"

The white bear snapped his fingers crisply and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"I really like the fake identity game you played in the Stone of Destiny Trial. It really added a lot of fun to me.

So, Misha Tyriones!

You still call it by this name.

The Tyrions have a long family history, which makes your amazing talents seem more reasonable.

This name carries the inseparable blood feud with the Ancient Witch World-Destroying Society. There is no other identity more suitable for you to show to the outside world!
Oh, don't worry, I've already told the Tyrion family, they don't mind it, they even feel honored... so you don't need to have any psychological burden. "

"."

Ronan fell silent, and Misha's energetic face subconsciously popped up in his mind.

He shook his head, raised his head, and asked, "Apart from these two things, is there anything else?"

"One last thing."

The white bear narrowed his eyes, and his expression seemed to become slightly serious.

It looked into Ronan's eyes, and a clear and pleasant girl's voice rang in Ronan's ears, word by word: "Are you really not going to take a look at the prophecy about your future death?"

(End of this chapter)