Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 425: Goodbye Narros, an unexpected old friend
The huge ancient thunder eagle hovered above the wilderness like a dark cloud, pressing down the patches of silvergrass below.

Ronan stood on the back of the ancient thunder eagle, his consciousness slowly connected, and passed some information over.

Soon, the young and deep voice of the ancient thunder eagle Oris sounded in his mind.

"Brother, can I still call you brother?"

Ronan was slightly startled when he heard a hint of inexplicable nervousness and uneasiness in Oris' voice, and then realized that it was his own ancient frost whale bloodline that made Oris feel "afraid".

Although the concentration of the ancient frost whale blood in his body is very low, it is the noble bloodline closest to mythical creatures after all. Ordinary wizards may not be able to feel it, but for a magical beast like Orris whose body is an ancient alien species, no matter how Ronan restrains himself, the naturally emitted blood aura is enough to greatly stimulate the opponent's nerves.

"of course."

Ronan couldn't help but smile, and gently placed his hand on the dark blue feather with blue patterns on Oris' neck, and whispered, "I've always been grateful for your efforts, Oris.

We will have a long and strong friendship.”

"call--"

In the wilderness covered with silver grass, the wind was blowing wildly, and an ancient thunder eagle as big as a hill flapped its wings and slowly flew up.

Hearing Ronan's answer, Oris's voice seemed to become much more relaxed, and he spoke in a bright tone: "Ten sunsets, it only takes me ten sunsets to send you to where you want to go, my dear brother.

No one can fly faster than Oris."

Oris flapped its wings, and accompanied by a burst of dense thunder and crisp sounds, its body suddenly rushed out and suddenly sank into the clouds.

The scenery on both sides turned into countless elongated straight lines. Ronan smiled, patted Oris's feathers, and slowly walked to the golden throne specially made for him and sat down.

The windproof and defensive magic array engraved on the throne activated automatically. Ronan looked at the rapidly passing clouds in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"Not many wizards know the name O'Brien, let alone in this day and age."

Arrazan's voice came from his mind.

"Eve seemed quite certain that I could find this place."

Ronan raised his eyes, a light flickered in them, "She knows of your existence?"

"For a wizard of prophecy, this is not uncommon.

But you, Damien, seem to be hiding something from me?"

Ronan shook his head and said, "I just think her suggestion came at a great opportunity.

This is where we were originally planning to go, and it just so happened that we fulfilled her wish."

O'Brien, a powerful fire wizard who existed during the time of Alazan, an era between the ancient times and the ancient past.

Alazan once mentioned O'Brien's deeds to Ronan.

Yes, he is the powerful wizard who has taken possession of a natural gathering place of fire elemental life and raised fire demons and fire dragons in it.

That place is now called "The Realm of Fire", and O'Brien's laboratory is also located in the Realm of Fire.

The mysterious golden slate that Ronan obtained from the Silver Ear Goblin's treasure house recorded that the legendary magic tool "Hammer of Kolin" forged by the dwarves was buried in the Realm of Fire.

And Alazan also expressed his hope that Ronan could go to the Realm of Fire to collect a bottle of Fire Dragon Marrow for him.

No matter from which perspective, the Realm of Fire seemed to be a place Ronan had to go.

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"fire."

A gleam of light flashed in Ronan's eyes, and he remembered the death prophecy related to himself that he saw in the fireplace.

In the prophetic scenes, what Ronan saw the most was fire, flames, endless and terrible flames.

It's hard not to associate it with the state of Lihuo.

If the place where she "died" was in the Land of Fire, why would the Prophet Eve take the initiative to go there?

Ronan didn't believe that she didn't know the content of the prophecy.

In the message from Prophet Eve, the purpose of sending him to O'Brien's laboratory was not explained.
This is the unpleasant thing about dealing with a prophecy wizard. He likes to act as a "riddler". You can't ask any questions, but you often have to do what he says.

Ronan habitually tapped the armrest of the golden throne with the ring on his right index finger, making bursts of crisp sounds to vent his slight inner irritability.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and sank his mind into the space of consciousness.

In the space of consciousness, the Yuan Ling simulating the form of a frost whale was swimming silently. Above it, the Mirror of the Void was still quietly shedding silver light, which was gradually merging into the Yuan Ling.

After level five, the practice does not stop.

On the one hand, the Minotaur's space magic inheritance and the Ice Emperor's inheritance are waiting for his further development.

On the other hand, "Spiritual Amber" can be practiced again.

Thinking of this, Ronan's consciousness slowly penetrated into the foggy space, observing the entire picture of the foggy space from a bird's-eye view.

Holy Blood Tree, Benigo, Pool of Elements, Dodor III, Dust Fairy Arrietty, Beauty Bei
Everything in the foggy space was developing smoothly and orderly. Ronan's gaze fell on a void, and the huge sober snake was floating quietly in the void like a "corpse".

The tip of the snake's tail would occasionally tremble slightly. It seemed that it had been slowly recovering due to the nourishment of the thoughts of everyone in the foggy space during this period of time.

Ronan extended a strand of mental power over, and the slight fluctuation of the spell resonance attracted the attention of Benigo in the foggy space. He seemed to sense Ronan's presence, but just looked up and no longer paid attention.

"Om-"

A strange connection was established between Ronan and Lucid Snake.

The process was so smooth that Ronan was slightly surprised.

In order to "tame" the Lucid Snake, he had tried many times before, but failed every time. Unexpectedly, after reaching level five, he succeeded at once.

It seems that most of the problems in this world are indeed problems of insufficient strength.

For alien species like the Sober Snake, the strength of the beast cannot be classified using the normal levels of magical beasts. Of course, given its half-dead state, it doesn't matter what level it is.

After his consciousness exited the foggy space, Ronan directly used [Soul Projection] to enter a period of "reincarnation into dream" practice.

Then he suddenly remembered the World Devouring Worms that he had thrown into the space ring for two years and had not taken care of them. He opened it and saw that the hill made of red clay was now densely packed with thumb-sized black World Devouring Worms, and under each World Devouring Worm were many round and strange insect eggs.

At first glance, it looks like a mountain of bunches of black grapes.

Even through the space ring, Ronan could clearly sense a hint of destruction.

This aura was almost identical to the aura of the other world that was falling into destruction and that was guided by the coordinates of the World Stone that he had accidentally glimpsed.

"Once this aura of destruction grows to a certain level, it will be impossible to resist."

Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze followed the World Devourer Hill all the way to the top where the "Source of Destruction" was placed.

Compared to when he first got it, the source of destruction seemed to have shrunk a little, proving that it was being consumed.

Looking at the swarms of world-eating insects, Ronan's consciousness slowly separated from the space ring.

He had already begun to sense the terrifying potential of these tiny creatures that had once made Alazan shudder with fear, but the key was that he had no way of controlling them.

The terrifying thing about the Devourer of the Worlds is that they have completely formed a large scale, an overwhelming sea of ​​Devourer of the Worlds, which means that it is destined to be impossible to subdue them one by one like subduing magic pets. Moreover, Ronan did not dare to easily conclude a soul contract with such a terrifying creature that was related to the power of destruction.

"Fortunately, I don't have much of this source of destruction on hand. If I use it all to feed, I won't be able to raise many world-devouring insects."

“It would be great if we could find the secret method of the wizard who has the ability to control the Devourer that Alazan mentioned.

If you can’t find it, find a way to deal with it.”

Ronan has many powerful inheritances in his hands, and he is not obsessed with a "double-edged sword" that may cut him at any time. If the day comes when it backfires, he will definitely throw it away without any regrets.

After dealing with all the chores, Ronan's mental power slowly seeped into the blue-gold teardrop-shaped inheritance crystal between his eyebrows.

The only thing that the Ice Emperor left him was a trace of the bloodline of the ancient frost whale, and he had not had time to examine the rest carefully until now.

Somehow, Ronan seemed to have returned to the boundless ice field with nineteen white suns hanging high in the sky.

On the ice field, there quietly stands an ice crystal throne made of ice thorns.

But this time, the throne was empty, and there was no Chagus Connor.

Ronan stared at the throne for a long time, then thought for a while, walked over and sat down slowly.
The shadow of the giant eagle, surrounded by hurricanes and lightning, quickly shuttled through the golden clouds.

On the back of the goshawk, there was a frozen golden throne, and a tall figure was sitting.

The sunlight above the clouds shines on it, but is blocked by the layers of ice dust and snow crystals surrounding it, refracting a beautiful and blurry light.

A handsome young man with white hair and a blue-gold mark between his eyebrows, his eyes were closed, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

Countless tiny ice crystals formed a nebula-like vortex around him, expanding and contracting in a unique rhythm, releasing a kind of otherworldly chill.
Suddenly, the speeding ancient thunder eagle stopped abruptly.

The ice crystals covering the golden throne crumbled layer by layer, and the handsome young man opened his eyes. His increasingly deep blue-gold eyes seemed to turn into two whirlpools, instantly gathering all the surrounding frost and cold air into them.

"Does it bother you, Oris?"

Ronan spoke softly. Having just left the inheritance place left by the Ice Emperor, his voice became as cold and crisp as the collision of countless pieces of ice.

Oris's deep voice sounded.

“A little bit, but not much, I can live with it.

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It looks like we’re in trouble.”

Ronan frowned slightly, flipped his hand, took out the Dawn Mask and put it on his face again, then slowly stood up from the golden throne.

Because he was comprehending the ice inheritance, he had collected all the magical tools that had attributes that conflicted with it.

Ronan radiated his mental power outward. After reaching level five, his mental power increased by dozens of times compared to before, and the range he could detect also increased dramatically.

His mental power radiated out like light, and Ronan quickly grasped what the "trouble" Oris was talking about was.

That was someone Ronan had never expected.

He stood quietly above the sea of ​​clouds, with his hands behind his back, blocking Ronan's path.

Looking at this person who was obviously coming for him, Ronan's eyes flickered. After a few breaths, he asked Oris.

"How long have we been traveling?"

"It's only been sunset."

"Wait for me here, Oris."

"Be careful bro."

Ronan flew off Oris's back and flew towards the location of the figure.

The closer he got, the clearer the other person's appearance became in Ronan's eyes.

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A robe as wide as a cloak, long hair as wet as black seaweed, a handsome face, and unusually clean and peaceful eyes.

The sunlight poured down from his side, but not a single beam fell on him. He seemed to be in a deep, invisible fog, giving people the feeling of an ancient ghost walking out of a pile of old papers.

Ronan stopped a few hundred meters away from the man, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, thought for a moment, then slowly took off the Dawn Mask on his face again, and then said softly: "Nice to see you again.
Gnarros! "

A smile gradually bloomed on the handsome middle-aged man's face. He seemed extremely satisfied with Ronan's initiative to take off the mask and say hello.

"Me too, dear Misha."

Yes.

The man in front of him was the Twilight-level being that Ronan had released into the Minotaur Labyrinth—Narros!
Ronan cautiously but politely kept a distance from Narros, carefully observing the fluctuations in his soul and emotions, and speculating on his intentions in coming to him this time.

Narros is an authentic Twilight-level wizard. Even though Ronan is now level five and has achieved the unparalleled Nine-Star Spirit, he still has no chance of escaping from him.

Just as he was thinking about how to start, Narros spoke first.

"I tell almost everyone I meet about how smart and wonderful you are."

Narrros spoke to Ronan with a smile, like an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time, "A young man named Misha, he once did such an amazing thing, he is definitely the most outstanding junior I have ever seen in my life."

Ronan listened quietly, not knowing what Narrros wanted to express.

“The world has changed so much that it often feels strange to me.”

Narros said with some emotion: "Later, I met many young wizards, but almost no one could leave me as deep an impression as you.
Only one. "

"Oh, right."

Narrros suddenly laughed and said softly, "You should know this person too."

As he spoke, Narrros clapped his hands lightly.

As he made this move, a black shadow gradually spread behind him.

In the shadows, the outline of a figure slowly emerged.

After seeing the appearance of the person coming, Ronan frowned and blurted out subconsciously: "It's you?!"

The next second, Ronan seemed to think of another point and looked suddenly at Narros with an unexpected expression on his face.

"So, you founded the Ghost Flower Society?"

Narrros smiled and nodded.

Ronan's eyes flickered.

No wonder a powerful organization with almost all members being wizards above level six, with such a mysterious origin, appeared without any warning.

If the leader of this organization is the Twilight-level Narroth, and if that is combined with the group of monster wizards he brought out of the Minotaur Labyrinth, then everything can be explained.

(End of this chapter)