Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 398 Ancient Thunder Eagle, Brother, You Smell So Good

Ronan didn't say anything, but the sound of burning firewood in the fireplace beside him attracted his attention.

He turned his head unconsciously, and the next moment he felt a bright orange-red envelope in front of his eyes.
Ronan stared at the fireplace, and there seemed to be countless changes of light and shadow in his eyes. The orange flame slowly faded until it was completely extinguished, and faint sparks flickered slightly on the black ashes.

"What do you see?"

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the extinguished fire, turned his head, and faced the furry bear face of the Prophet Eve.

She stared into Ronan's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his body and see the hidden thoughts in his heart at this moment.

Ronan looked at the Prophet Eve, and after a moment, he calmly stood up from the fireplace.

"Anything else?"

The prophet Eve retracted her sturdy white bear body and returned to her lazy and tired look. She yawned and threw something at Ronan.

"If you come across this, please help me do something. It will also be beneficial to you."

Ronan caught the thing thrown by the Prophet Eve, picked it up and found that it was a translucent black glass bead with a gray moth frozen in the bead.

“When the moth wakes up, it tells you what needs to be done.”

Ronan put away the beads and nodded slightly, "When do I leave for the Court of Life?"

"Now."

White Bear smiled and pointed to a small blue door on the other side of the room. He said, "Go out through this door. Someone will be waiting for you outside. I have already arranged everything for you."

Ronan said nothing more, turned around and walked towards the blue door.

He could feel the Prophet Eve watching him from behind, until Ronan opened the small door and walked out completely, and then the gaze finally disappeared.

In front of me is also an old corridor, at the end of which there is an exit with faint light.

Ronan walked along the corridor towards the glowing exit. His footsteps were the only sound he could hear in the quiet corridor.

He looked calm, and gently called out Alazan's name in his heart.

Soon, Alazan responded.

“Like a soul that has lasted forever.”

"Timeless?"

Ronan frowned slightly, finding it difficult to understand Alazan's evaluation of the Prophet Eve.

"I can't investigate her too closely. This is very rude to a wizard of prophecy."

Alazan answered slowly.

"Even you don't dare to offend a prophecy wizard easily?"

Ronan pursed his lips slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, he had walked to the end of the corridor and stood in front of the small glowing door.

As Ronan was about to take a step forward, Alazan's words rang in his ears again.

"So, what did you see in the prophecy? Mind telling me?"

“I saw something.”

A trace of confusion suddenly appeared in Ronan's eyes.

In the prophet Eve's prophecy about death, in the orange flame, Ronan saw -

Falling, I am falling continuously.

Below and around him were flames, magma, and golden red and heat that seemed to be able to melt and burn everything in the world.

And then there was Molly.

"I don't know what I saw."

The confusion in Ronan's eyes gradually dissipated. He murmured, ending the topic with Alazan, and walked out of the light gate in one step.

At the same time, in the room that Ronan had just left.

Silver flames spread from the fireplace, almost engulfing the entire room.

The objects enveloped by the flames showed no signs of burning, but instead showed signs of changing from old to new.

The prophet Eve was also bathed in the blazing silver flames. Unlike everything else in the room, her young and strong white bear body continued to age under the burning of the silver flames.

The fat body was shriveled, the jagged skeleton was prominent, the back was hunched, and the shiny fur was quickly losing its original luster and peeling off piece by piece like dry grass.
In a short period of time, she seemed to have spent most of her life in the silver flames.

When the silver flames slowly receded and disappeared back into the fireplace, the old white bear barely stood up, wiped the rancid blood from his cloudy eyes with his paws, looked in one direction, and said to himself, "I still can't see clearly."

Ronan walked out of the light gate and found himself above a vast primeval forest.

The azure sky with floating clouds above his head and the fresh breath in the air all told him that he was no longer in the Lost Land.

Four years had passed since he set foot into the ancient waterway ruins. Counting the time, he had already been in the Lost Land for almost four full years.

Ronan embraced this long-lost world, a world without any trace of corruption, and his mood seemed to be slightly relieved.

After leaving the Lost Land, the communication crystals in his hands regained their functionality and began to light up one by one.

Ronan checked them one by one.

He didn't have many friends in the central region. The one who sent him the most messages in the past few years was Hathaway. She would leave many messages almost every day. In addition to reporting on the deep sea of ​​Linghu and some things she knew in the Destiny Empire, the turbulent situation between the three empires, she also expressed her longing for him.

She was deeply "attached" to Ronan like a pet, and this attachment even developed into an obsession that was almost like a "fanatic believer" over time.

The messages stopped abruptly three months ago. The content of the messages showed that at that time Hathaway officially entered the retreat to advance from level four to level five.

Apart from Hathaway, the only person in the Deep Sea who would contact Ronan was Helio. However, Zorn, Misha's subordinate, also sent him a message, in which he implicitly expressed that Misha wanted to have a good talk with him.

Ronan simply ignored it and picked up the communication crystal to reply to a few messages from Anand of the Astronomical Society.

Jason also received several messages, one of which was asking for help, but that was a message from two years ago, and it seemed that nothing had happened since then. Jason's last message was from half a year ago, in which he said that he needed to go alone to a very remote place, and it might take a long time before he could meet Ronan again.

Ronan frowned slightly and sent a message to inquire, but after waiting for a while, he still didn't get a reply from Jason.

Just as he was sorting out his circle of contacts, some densely packed tiny white dots suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Ronan stopped what he was doing, squinted his eyes and watched the white spots approaching quickly.

Only when they got closer could they see clearly that they were a group of wizards wearing the same moon-white robes. Their strength was all above Dawn. The leading ones were all level five, and not just ordinary level fives.

This group of wizards in moon-white robes stopped collectively several miles away from Ronan, and then saluted to Ronan together. One of the leaders, a beautiful female wizard with long green hair, flew towards him on her own initiative.

Only then did Ronan realize that these people were coming for him.

"Ani pays homage to His Majesty the Golden Dawn." The beautiful witch with long green hair approached Ronan and saluted respectfully, completely unconcerned about the difference in strength between them.

But what surprised Ronan even more was that he was actually a man, but his facial features were too delicate and soft, so he mistook him for a woman at first sight.

Ronan's eyes flickered and he said, "Did the prophet arrange for you to come?

Are you the wizards of the Pendulum of Fate?"

The fifth-level wizard named Ani nodded. The pendulum of fate is not limited to the prophets of past generations.

On the contrary, the power of the Pendulum of Fate is so strong that it is even stronger than the Spirit Lake and the Witch Heart Palace on certain levels. However, these powers are hidden most of the time.

Ronan glanced at the Fate Pendulum Wizards behind Ani and couldn't help asking, "Does it need such a big show?"

Ani, the Level 5 wizard, smiled and replied softly, "You are going to the Court of Life this time to represent the will of the Prophet and the Empire. No matter what, you cannot be underestimated."

As Ani spoke, he handed Ronan an exquisite and gorgeous ring inlaid with gems with both hands. The ring emitted a faint spatial fluctuation, and it was obviously a space ring.

"The prophet has also prepared a set of luggage for Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty can change into it as well."

Ronan took the ring from Ani, held it in his hand and looked at it casually. After seeing what was inside the ring, he shook his head speechlessly.

"When do we leave?"

He put away the ring, did not comment on the Prophet Eve's arrangement, and directly asked Ani in front of him.

"Everything is subject to your instructions."

Ani said respectfully.

Then, he raised his head towards the sun, took out a strange-shaped bone flute from his neck, put it in his mouth and blew it gently.

In an instant, an extremely loud flute sound accompanied by waves of magic rang out.

Light green sound waves visible to the naked eye spread rapidly with Ani as the center. The flowing clouds in the sky above the two people's heads and the primeval forest beneath them all appeared to be undulating like waves.

The sound of the flute seemed to be summoning something, and a small shadow quickly fell.

Ronan subconsciously looked up and squinted at the shadow that just blocked the sun.

I saw the shadow quickly expand, followed by a series of humming sounds of air pressure like a thunderstorm.

In just a blink of an eye, it was as if a mountain disappeared, or as if a small piece of black land was falling down rapidly.

鹰！
Ronan's pupils contracted and he saw clearly that it was an eagle!

An extremely huge giant eagle!

With its wings spread out, it blocked out the sun and directly transported this area of ​​primeval forest from day to night.

Countless thick blue and purple lightning bolts wrapped around the wings of the giant eagle, and an inexplicable throbbing arose from Ronan's body.

In an instant, the broken storm patterns in Ronan's body suddenly lit up, and countless electric free energy particles in the void gathered to form circles and layers of brilliant lightning rings around him.

Ronan's Storm Lord bloodline was forcibly activated, and his entire body was bathed in a brilliant waterfall of thunder.

He suppressed the vibration of the resonance of his soul and blood, and looked up, only to see the giant lightning eagle that covered the sky and the sun quietly lowering its head.

For a moment, Ronan seemed to see two bright golden suns setting.

At the same time, an ancient and majestic wave of consciousness rumbled in the surrounding void, transforming into a young and low voice with a hint of natural majesty.

"The prophet was right."

"Brother..you smell so good."

"Om-"

Ronan froze in place for a moment, and turned to look at Ani, the fifth-level wizard of the Pendulum of Fate, with a stunned expression.

The latter was smiling brightly at this time.

"As expected of His Majesty the Golden Dawn
It's only our first meeting, but Lord Oris has clearly taken a liking to you."

On the endless plain, countless large and small boulders are either scattered or pieced together to form the shape of islands. They are lifted up by the gentle updrafts and slowly rotate to form a staggered aerial terrace scene.

The air was filled with tiny, bioluminescent plankton, resembling jellyfish and butterflies, which swarmed in droves and followed the currents of prey.

The spread roots of the bluebells are rooted in the wind, and the collision of their soft leaves makes a clear, bell-like sound, producing an ethereal and ethereal melody that flows with the wind.

Cloud whales formed by fog and wind swam in the sky, occasionally making low calls like a horn.
This is the Plains of Wind located in the north of the Court of Life. It is said that an out-of-control magic experiment by an ancient wizard created all the magical and beautiful things here, but beneath the seemingly peaceful and beautiful wonder lies a dangerous storm. When the energy tide of the Plains of Wind is aroused, no wizard is willing to set foot here.

At this time, on a huge floating island made of magic, a group of wizards stood quietly, most of them looking in the same direction, as if waiting for something.

Most of them wore white wizard robes with a striking and unique logo on their chests, which looked like two young leaves intertwined. Each of them exuded a strong and pure breath of life.

Selina stood quietly on the back of the four-legged flying dragon.

She was wearing an extremely luxurious palace dress, with long golden hair falling to her waist. She was obviously dressed up carefully, which made her skin as white as milky jade shine. Her noble and dignified temperament was like a legendary goddess with a halo that made people unable to look directly at her.

Selina kept staring at the distant skyline, her beautiful lake green eyes were a little dazed, as if she was thinking about something.

A figure quietly landed beside her, attracting the attention of many Life Court wizards below, but after seeing the figure clearly, those vigilant gazes naturally retracted.

This was the only wizard in the field who was not wearing the clothing of the Court of Life.

He was dressed in a black robe, his cheeks were as pale as the cold moon, his nose was straight, the contours of his facial features were extremely sharp, and his lips were often pursed into a straight line.

He was very young, with pupils of a rare and strange color similar to sparks scattered in ashes. On his chest was a colorful ring mark embroidered. He had a slender figure and dark magic patterns on the back of his hands.

The young wizard stood side by side with Selina, squinting their eyes and looking in the same direction.

The four-legged flying dragon under him made a dissatisfied and restless sound, but it immediately quieted down after the young man glanced at it.

"Fominge."

Selina did not seem to be dissatisfied with the young wizard's almost inappropriate behavior. When her eyes fell on the young man, they softened a little.

"What is your highness thinking about?"

The young wizard spoke softly.

Selina's eyes flashed with confusion, and then she smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what I'm thinking..."

She gently lifted the hem of her skirt, slowly took two steps forward, and whispered, "

My other brothers went to the Pendulum of Destiny countless times to request a visit, but I had never been there even once.

结果
That virtuous and respected wise man, the prophet, unexpectedly chose me in the end.

You know what, Fuminge, until now, I still can’t believe that all this really happened.”

(End of this chapter)