Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 420 Hunting - Hekalto! [The Land of Whale Eaters]! Inheriting the Ancient Times!

I don't know how long the endless dazzling white extended upwards, until it completely melted in a magnificent light. All illusions disappeared, and nineteen white suns, countless auroras, and a frozen sky reappeared before my eyes, as well as the ice field beneath my feet.

In the end, Ronan was unable to see clearly the appearance of the ancient frost whale that Chagus Connor mentioned.

He was so small. Compared with this huge creature that had been born since the mythological era, he was as insignificant as a grain of sand.

Even the ancient silver eel creature that Ronan saw on his way back to the east coast from the south might be as small as dust in front of the ancient frost whale.

Ronan stared at the sky for a long time, at the direction where the figure of the ancient frost whale finally disappeared. He was still immersed in the indescribable great shock, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

"You are able to tame such a great being."

Ronan couldn't help but mutter, the only adjective he could think of was "great".

"It's not really tamed."

The man stood beside Ronan and shook his head gently, "When I was chasing it, it also wanted to be chased by me.

If a being like this does not show up on its own initiative, no one will be able to find it.

This is a mutually beneficial hunt. It doesn’t matter who is the hunter or the prey. There are so many similarities between me and it.”

The man turned his head, looked into Ronan's eyes, and said gently: "Everyone has a 'whale' in their life that they most want to hunt.

What is your 'whale'?"

There was a moment of confusion in Ronan's eyes, but they soon became clear again.

Just as she was about to answer, the man chuckled.

“I like the look in your eyes now, just like mine back then.

This is also the reason why I finally chose you."

Ronan pursed his lips and whispered, "Thank you."

Apart from thank you, Ronan couldn't find any other words to express his complex emotions at the moment.

The most powerful ice wizard in history, a great figure who ruled an era - Chagusconner the Ice Emperor.

His inheritance test always made Ronan feel that it was too easy to pass.

From time to time, he would wonder if he was still in the trial illusion and had not yet escaped. Perhaps he was lying somewhere in the ice field, his body gradually being buried by the wind and snow, and everything before his eyes was just a pitiful fantasy before his death.

"Don't take yourself too lightly, you are better than anyone gives you credit for."

The man gently placed his hand on Ronan's shoulder, his eyes showing a hint of reminiscence, "This is also what my father often said to me."

The man sighed and whispered to himself, "I'm not a picky person, but I'm really tired of everything here.

If you hadn't shown up, maybe I would have considered leaving everything to that little guy."

The man pointed at Elsa, who was wrapped in a dark blue cocoon in the distance, and said, "Although she is far from the inheritor I expected, she has the purest ice bloodline, which can be considered to have barely met the minimum standard."

The man said this, shook his head, and then raised one hand.

He gently pinched the sky with his index finger and thumb, and one of the 19 white suns in the sky was picked directly by him.

"I divided the entire inheritance into nineteen parts, and this is one of them. If one day you can reach the root of the world, perhaps we will have a chance to meet in person."

"Uh"

When Ronan heard the man's last words, he was stunned and couldn't help but look up.

The latter seemed to guess what he wanted to say and said with a smile: "Do you think I'm dead?"

Ronan didn't know how to respond, but the man just laughed.

His snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his blue-gold eyes shone with a dazzling brilliance.

He looked around with a majestic look and a haughty gaze, and at this moment he truly displayed the supreme style of a former frost lord.

"My legends are still being written, but I don't have any use for them anymore."

The man held the sun in his hand, looked at Ronan, and said softly, "I also hope to hear your name one day, Ronan Damien, right?

remember--"

The man narrowed his eyes and said to Ronan in a very serious tone: "The road ahead is much more rugged and long than you think. Don't give up easily. Keep your eyes on the tail of the 'whale' you are chasing in the dark.
One day, you'll catch it!"

Every word of Chagus Connor was deeply engraved in Ronan's heart, bringing him unprecedented great touch.

He sensed that there was a deeper meaning behind what Chagus Connor said, but he didn't know what it was, so he could only nod solemnly.

The man patted Ronan's shoulder and looked at him softly, just like looking at his younger self at that time.

"Are you ready?"

He raised the daylight in his hand and spoke softly.

Ronan looked at the inheritance that was so close at hand with complicated eyes. There was anticipation, joy, and fear on his face, just like a child who felt unworthy of it.

"Do I need to give you a story in return?"

He mustered up the courage to speak.

The man replied, "I have heard all your stories countless times over the past thousand years."

Yes.

During the more than a thousand years that Ronan had been trekking across the ice field carrying Elsa on his back, he had already chewed over the memories in his mind over and over again countless times.

But he still didn't give up, and continued to ask earnestly: "What else can I do for you?"

"No need for anything."

The man looked at the innocent eyes of the person in front of him, smiled and shook his head, and was about to say something to comfort and encourage him, when...
A voice suddenly sounded quickly.

"Then I beg you to do me one last favor."

At this moment, the immaturity and uneasiness on Ronan's face disappeared, and he seemed to have returned to his original calm and composed demeanor in an instant.

The change was so rapid that even the man couldn't help but be stunned and asked subconsciously.

"What's the deal?"

Ronan bowed deeply to the man in front of him, then looked at him with burning eyes and said word by word: "Help me complete one last hunt!"

"Um?!"

On the ancient ice field, Ronan formed seals with his hands and chanted one difficult-to-pronounce syllable of spell after another.

When the last syllable was pronounced, Ronan quietly raised his head, stared at a certain place in the void above his head, and whispered: "In the name of the Bosilina Contract!"

His eyes reflected two complex and mysterious patterns, projecting towards the sky.

In an instant, the ancient and long-lasting tranquility in the secret realm was broken by the slightest fluctuation.

"Click——"

Countless black and blue lightning streaked across the sky, and a huge crack suddenly appeared in the void somewhere in the secret space. Cold frost surged out from the crack, and there was also a giant snake head covered with black scales, ferocious and domineering.

The giant snake's scarlet eyes emitted a faint bloody light, just like two bloody suns projected from the sky, and it immediately locked onto Ronan's tiny figure on the ice field.

The giant snake narrowed its eyes slightly, revealing a cold and deep light.

Through the gap in the snake's head, one can clearly see that there are more massive bodies behind it. However, it does not seem to want to come in immediately. Instead, it stays on the edge, cautiously looking at this secretive and somewhat uneasy ancient space in front of it.

Ronan seemed to have expected this to happen. He looked at the giant snake and raised his right hand calmly.

One of the nineteen white suns hanging high in the sky of the secret realm, as if pulled by some mysterious force, appeared silently in the palm of Ronan's hand, and then emitted a few strange fluctuations.

The wave swept across the body of the giant snake high in the sky.

In an instant, a huge throbbing sensation from the blood emerged from the giant snake's body.

"Shh-"

The giant snake's eyes immediately locked onto the miniature ball of white daylight in Ronan's hand.

Its huge body twisted uncontrollably, madly, eagerly, urgently, and struggling.
Various emotions flickered in its eyes.

Finally, instinctive desire overcame reason, and with a low roar, the giant snake's body suddenly rushed forward, and a number of equally ferocious snake heads poked out from the cracks in space.

One, two, three.
When he saw the ninth snake head and the tenth slightly raised bulge, Ronan's eyes flickered and a mocking sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and started running towards the other end of the endless ice field.

He held up the sun in one hand, like a pilgrim running with fire.

Seeing Ronan turn around, the nine-headed giant snake's eyes became even colder and more cruel. It swam out completely from the space crack and shook its body violently in the direction of Ronan.

"Click——"

A deep blue lightning hundreds of feet thick cut through the sky, and the body of the nine-headed giant snake rode on the lightning and appeared above Ronan's head as if teleporting.

It swooped down, like an enormous and dense shadow rapidly pressing down.

The tranquility of the silent ice field was completely broken. Layers of snow waves were rising on the ice field, and the strong wind made Ronan's robe rustle.

He just bit his lips tightly, his eyes so calm that it seemed as if he was not the one being chased at all.

The nine-headed giant snake released terrifying magical power, like countless avalanches erupting at the same time. Ronan's tiny body suddenly exploded in the rolling ice flow, turning into dozens of indistinguishable silver figures, which were instantly submerged by countless ice and snow, but soon shot out like sharp arrows, rushing forward steadily.

"Roar--"

The nine-headed giant snake hissed, and its huge nine-headed body fully unfolded. Complex runes flashed between the brows of the nine heads. Snowflakes of different colors and shapes fell from the sky, quickly forming the shape of a cage, and then slowly buckled towards Ronan.

Nine different kinds of frost rule power bring an incomparable sense of oppression above the head and behind the back.

Ronan only felt that his blood was gradually freezing, his soul was stagnant, and all the functions of his body were rapidly declining.

He suddenly grasped the sun in his palm. The sun's glow trembled, releasing even stronger blood fluctuations, causing the terrible pressure to seem to loosen slightly.

Ronan seized this fleeting opportunity and shot out, finally
On the ice field, you can see the ice crystal throne made of ice thorns.

Sitting on the throne was an old, almost decayed figure.

The only thing he could see was the young Chagus Connor who was quietly waiting for him, his eyes fixed on the nine-headed giant snake behind him, as if he was admiring the "prey" he had brought!
close!

Closer!
When Ronan finally arrived in front of the throne at the critical moment, Chagus Connor smiled and opened his arms to him. The nine heads of the giant snake all fell almost to the ground, and he "collided" with Chagus Connor in the eighteen scarlet eyes full of greed, desire and cruelty!
The two figures overlapped perfectly, and the ball of white daylight that Ronan had been holding in his hand also merged into it silently.

this moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

All the noises between heaven and earth quickly faded away.

Ronan's snow-white hair was quickly dyed blue and gold from the roots.

When he turned around and faced the nine-headed giant snake that was biting him tightly, the moment he opened his eyes.
In his eyes, the azure pupils turned into two burning snow suns!

"Hekator!"

Two overlapping voices came out of Ronan's mouth. At this moment, he was Ronan and also Chagus Connor!

He raised his head slightly and looked at the nine-headed giant snake in front of him that was as big as mountains and seas. It seemed as if the other party was looking up at him. He was the real master of this world at this moment.

"I said so."

Ronan looked at Hekalto, whose eyes flickered and who was showing signs of retreating, and smiled as he spoke softly, word by word.

"I will make you pay back everything with interest."

After saying that, Ronan pressed down with one hand, and his long blue-gold hair flew high behind him.

When his five fingers touched the ground, in an instant, the ice and dust on the entire plain turned into snow and floated upwards!

The tremendous power began to operate, and the blazing white light engulfed everything, including Hekator's angry and frightened roar.

In the darkness, the voices of two people talking drifted slowly in the wind and snow.

"So, what is this move called?"

"[Whale-Eating Country], this is also the first key to unlock the treasure I have reserved for you."

"Nice name. What do you think of the hunt?"

“It’s wonderful.

Hope we can still have...
The next opportunity to cooperate

The peaceful void cracked silently, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

This was an extremely handsome young man, wearing a gorgeous robe woven with white and gold, and he was well-proportioned and tall.

There is a blue-gold rune mark on the young man's forehead, which is shaped somewhat like an "S". It seems like some kind of innate noble symbol, giving people a sense of depth and mystery like an endless ocean.

"How long have I been in there?"

Ronan looked around and found himself in a quiet valley. Most of the leaves on the trees in the valley were dark green, while some were slightly yellow due to the change of seasons.

He remembered that when he and Elsa entered the secret realm of the Ice Emperor's inheritance, it was late autumn, but now it was early autumn.

He opened his character panel and saw that the number behind the age column had increased by one year. Ronan felt relieved, fortunately only one year had passed.

"I should be able to advance to level 5 before the Holy Grail Certificate."

Ronan found a protruding rock nearby, used his mental power to gently sweep away the moss on the surface of the rock, and sat cross-legged on it casually.

He raised his head and looked at the sky above through the gap in the valley top, but a hint of confusion began to appear in his eyes.

Until now, everything that happened in the secret realm of the Ice Emperor's inheritance seemed like a dream to him.

"Are you there, Alazan?"

Ronan gently called Alazan's name in his heart.

"exist."

Alazan responded quickly, and there was no trace of emotion in his old voice.

"I"

Ronan hesitated about how to tell Alazan the whole story and his current complicated feelings.

Alazan repeated, "I was always here, the whole time."

Ronan heard Alazan sigh softly.

"He knew of my existence from the beginning to the end, but he didn't allow me to communicate with you."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he reached out and gently stroked the Frost Whale Mark on his forehead. "Have you heard of his name?"

"of course."

Arazan whispered, "The legend of the Ice Emperor Chagusconner had not completely disappeared in our time. He was the faith of many ice wizards. Countless people had traveled to every corner of the Three Rings Continent where ice and snow remained in order to inherit his legacy.
I never thought that it would be inherited by you in the end."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that myself."

Ronan said softly: "That's why..."

"I know what you are worried about."

Alazan's voice slowly calmed down, "No matter how powerful the inheritance is, it needs someone to inherit it, otherwise it will be buried by the dust of time.

You ignore the qualities that are dazzling enough in you and the things that you already have.

They are all very important weights. In the eyes of great people like Chagus Connor, it means that you are a winner who has gone through layers of screening and finally came to him. "

"Is this why you chose me?"

Ronan suddenly asked back.

Alazan replied: "Partly, I don't see as clearly as he does, but I know very well that after missing you, it will be difficult to meet a better candidate.
I have spent too much time waiting and hesitating, and I don’t have many chances left.”

Ronan listened to Alazan's answer in silence, and finally whispered: "What if one day I fail to live up to your expectations?"

"Because of the death prophecy of the prophecy wizard?"

Alazan said in a deep voice: "Where is Ronan Damien, who dared to risk his life in the Storm Realm and took the initiative to bear the Weaver's Thunder?

As a wizard, it is ridiculous to be obsessed with something that has not happened or may not happen.
You should understand this principle better than me."

"I will not do it again."

Ronan shook his head, choosing to end the topic with Alazan.

He cleared away all distracting thoughts and immersed his mind in the blue-gold whale symbol between his eyebrows.

In Ronan's consciousness space, it exists in the shape of a blue-gold water droplet.

It not only contains a part of the ancient frost whale bloodline and the magic inheritance of the Ice Emperor Chagusconner, but also...
Hekator was also in it.

Through his mental power, Ronan could clearly sense through the surface of the blue-gold water droplets that Hekalto, whose size had shrunk countless times, was being suppressed in a certain space by a powerful force that was infinitely stronger than his own.

Its nine heads were neighing and roaring madly.

In that empty space, the blood power of the ancient frost whale condensed into snow-white chains that bound it tightly and were constantly absorbing and devouring its power.

Blood Devouring!
High-level blood devours low-level blood!
This is actually very common, and many Warcraft rely on this method to achieve the goal of continuous transformation and advancement.

However, it was the first time that Ronan personally experienced the cruel iron law of nature revealed by the top-level ancient blood devouring the sub-ancient blood. This rare and precious high-level blood crushed and killed people.

“If I gather the blood of the Ancient Frost Whale, devour the entire blood of Hekalto’s Frost Hydra, and then use the power of an adult Holy Blood Tree, can I deduce the blood of the Ancient Frost Whale to a true mythical level?

Achieve a feat that even Ice Emperor Chagusconner has never accomplished? ! "

Ronan's heart beat fast for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

Even if this idea is really feasible, that day is too far away for him now, so the most important thing is to do well in the present.

"The weakness of the bloodline has been made up, and it has even far exceeded expectations. It can be said that it is completely qualified to impact the Nine-Star Supreme Yuan Ling."

Ronan took a deep breath, and while thinking, he used his mental power to slowly draw out the blood power within the blue-gold water droplets.

What he has to do now is to formally integrate the ancient frost whale bloodline inherited from the Ice Emperor!
Ronan drew out strands of blue-gold blood that looked like pure star liquid. The blue-gold droplets vibrated slightly, releasing strange rune fluctuations.

The whale symbol on Ronan's forehead glowed with unparalleled brilliance.

In an instant, the blue-gold blood was vibrated into powder particles finer than dust with a "buzzing" sound, and suddenly disappeared from Ronan's perception.

Then, driven by the rune fluctuations, it began to silently penetrate into Ronan's body and even his soul.

In just a moment, Ronan felt that the storm patterns engraved in every corner of his flesh, blood and bones showed signs of being forcibly erased.

Compared with the bloodline of the ancient frost whale, the bloodline of the ancient storm weaver is as fragile and thin as insignificant spider silk.

He frowned slightly, and then quickly relaxed.

With the blood of the Ancient Frost Whale, it doesn't matter if the incomplete blood of the Storm Weaver is wiped out. Anyway, he doesn't specialize in wind and lightning spells.

But just after Ronan made his choice, the situation took a new turn.

For some reason, the frost whale blood that was pushed by the rune fluctuations actually abandoned the surface areas of the body and went deeper.

"Your body is like a piece of perfect, pure white paper, born to be engraved with runes."

For no reason, a comment that Alazan had once made about his body popped up in Ronan's mind.

"Is it because of the [Innocent Body]?"

Ronan was slightly stunned. Before he could figure out the answer to the question, "Woo——"

An extremely grand and ancient whale cry slowly sounded from the depths of his soul.

The whale's roar became louder and louder, until it completely engulfed Ronan's consciousness.
In a trance, Ronan seemed to be in an endless deep ocean.

The starlight in the sky shone through the layers of water waves, fell from the top of his head, and sprinkled on his huge snow-white body.

He patrolled every inch of the sea like a supreme monarch, and countless bizarre scenes passed by his eyes.

He experienced countless years, saw the sky and the earth crumble, the sun go out above his head, and a dazzling human figure fell from the stars.
He became larger and larger, until the vast ocean could hardly contain him.

With a casual breath, he could dry up an ocean; with a light breath, he could freeze endless waters.
Finally one day, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He suddenly jumped out of the ocean on which he depended for survival, and swam towards the boundless and brilliant starry sky above his head, singing for freedom and flapping his fins without hesitation.
(End of this chapter)