Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 432 Sunset
"Why are you here?"

Molly looked at Ronan strangely and asked.

When I saw her again after a few years, she seemed to have grown taller and her figure became more slender.

Ronan still remembers the first time he met Mollyl - the ruins of the Mechanical Heart, the Ash Witch.

At that time, Molly still had a little bit of baby fat on her face, but now it is completely gone.

"I"

Ronan hesitated and replied, "I came to the Land of Fire to find a few things."

He looked at Molly, and the same question came out of his mouth again.

"Why are you here?"

"You asked me this after barging into my house for no reason?"

Molly replied with an amused look on her face, clutching her cane.

"Your home? Lihuo Realm is your home?"

Ronan was stunned when he heard Molly's words.

"What else do you think this place is? A no-man's land that can be explored at will?"

Molly sneered.

"It is reasonable for the tribe with Phoenix blood to occupy the Fire Ranch left behind by O'Brien as their home."

Alazan whispered in Ronan's ear, "This place can't stay empty forever."

Ok
"I didn't know this was Phoenix's territory."

Ronan thought about it, and simply took out the golden slate with the "Hammer of Kolin" recorded on it, and said frankly: "I followed the clues of the treasure all the way to find it."

"show me."

Molly said quickly.

Ronan hesitated for a moment, then handed over the golden slate.

Molly stared at the golden slate for a while, then quickly raised her head and threw the slate back to him expressionlessly.

For some reason, Ronan clearly felt that Molly's attitude towards him seemed to have suddenly become cold.

The smile on her face completely disappeared. She seemed to have a hint of expectation originally, but now the look in her eyes when she looked at herself seemed unusually disappointed and indifferent.

“This place is long gone.”

Molly said calmly, "You've come here for nothing. Leave now before I get really annoyed with you."

Faced with Molly's "eviction order", Ronan couldn't help but frown.

“You know this place marked on the map?

Can you take me to have a look? I also need a piece of Fire Dragon Marrow."

He tried to communicate with Molly in the calmest tone possible.

To be honest, Ronan really doesn't like dealing with Molly. She does what she wants and is moody. She might smile at you sweetly one second and turn her face against you the next. Ronan often feels a headache about this.

And because the two of them once had a symbiotic relationship, it was difficult for him to feel any real hostility towards Molly.

If given a choice, Ronan would rather face an ancient evil spirit with whom he had a disagreement in the Realm of Fire and fight for his life.

Instead of standing here and having an awkward forced conversation with Molly.

"You don't believe what I said?"

Molly said to him quickly in a rather impatient tone: "Do you know that my family hates uninvited intruders the most, especially people like you who exude a strong frost stench.
Once they find you, you will most likely be thrown into the lava fissure and burned to a charred corpse."

"Given the friendship between the two of us, I don't think you would let them treat me so badly."

Ronan replied calmly.

Molly was stunned.

After a moment, he said in a low voice with his eyes rolling: "Do you really think so?"

Ronan nodded.

Molly lowered her head, as if she was thinking and weighing something.

After a while, she raised her head and said, "Forget it, just follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in one direction.

Ronan's eyes relaxed and he slowly followed.

Molly is like this. You never know where you will accidentally offend her, and you never know which words will suddenly hit her. She is like a ball of unpredictable fire, sometimes violent and sometimes gentle.

"Do all the Phoenix family members have this kind of temper?"

Ronan walked behind Molly, communicating with Alazan's consciousness in his mind.

"I have had little contact with the Phoenix wizards, but I have heard a lot of rumors about their arrogance.
The wizards of the Phoenix family have always boasted of being ancient and noble, and are extremely picky about everything. This bloodline is willing to live in a dilapidated pet ranch in Sheung Wan, so its strength should not be very strong. "

"A ruined member of the Phoenix family?"

"It's better not to let them hear you say this."

Ronan walked silently, often staring at Molly's back in a trance.

It’s not that Molly’s figure is so charming, but that he can’t help but think of his own death prophecy.

The prophesied fire, abyss, and Molly are all appearing one by one.

And in the prophecy, it was Molly who pushed him into the abyss of fire.
He had the urge to leave the Fire Realm immediately and get away from here.

But whether it was the message from the prophet Eve that specifically asked him to come here, or a certain voice in his heart, it kept telling him over and over again that escape would not solve any problem.

“The greatest fear of human beings is the unknown”

Ronan took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firm, and his expression regained its calmness.

"What is this place?"

When Ronan came to his senses, he realized that Molly seemed to have led him down a path that was completely different from what he had expected.

The place is full of strange dandelions with a golden red color, like little shining suns.

The calm lava river meanders among the dandelions all over the mountains. When the hot wind blows gently, the golden-red umbrella-shaped flowers float everywhere, and a pleasant sound like wind chimes is heard.

There was no trace of the Fire Demon's Hive in the field of vision. Ronan had no idea where this place was and asked Alazan, who shook his head.

"If you don't want to follow me, you can leave on your own and no one will stop you."

Molly turned her head and sneered at him before speaking. Ronan frowned but said nothing.

The two walked in silence for a while, and Ronan suddenly heard Molly's voice as if she was talking to herself.

“This is one of my favorite places.”

"It's really beautiful."

Ronan gave compliments at the right time, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere between the two.

But Molly did not make any response and still ignored him. She just led the way, occasionally stopping to quietly appreciate the red dandelions floating all over the mountain, then taking off her boots, hooking them with her walking stick, and wading barefoot into the shallow lava river.

Ronan watched Molly's childlike behavior and slowly calmed down.

The hot wind blowing across the dandelion fields seemed to connect his soul with Molly's again at this moment, and he felt the deep loneliness lingering in Molly's heart.

He was somewhat touched, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but say: "You have met all my relatives on the East Coast, but I have never heard you mention your family.

Do you mind talking about it? "

Molly stopped at the upper reaches of the lava river. The hem of her dress was tied up at her waist, revealing her two white calves.

She looked at Ronan with her back to the light. Ronan could not see the expression on her face clearly, but could only hear her whispering. "I have always lived with my uncle, who is a great fire wizard.

At least on this continent, no one can be his opponent."

Molly turned and walked towards the top of the dandelion hill step by step, talking to Ronan as she walked.

“Then there were a few servants.

You have seen Vivian, she has always taken care of me, then she died, and was replaced by old Lauberner, a little old man who looks like a white-headed man."

Ronan followed Molly's example and stepped barefoot into the lava river.

The hot magma covered the soles of the feet, bringing bursts of burning pain, but fortunately, the [Innocent Body] was strong enough, and apart from feeling a little uncomfortable, there were no signs of burns on the skin.

The two walked up the hillside, one in front and one behind, against the lava river. Molly kept talking and Ronan kept listening.

When they were about to reach the top of the hill, Ronan asked, "What about your parents?"

"I don't have parents."

Molly walked out of the lava, stepping barefoot on the ground covered with dry and soft flame lichens. "My parents died a long time ago."

Ronan's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly: "Sorry."

Molly seemed unusually calm. "There's nothing to be sorry about. This is the truth."

The two stood side by side on the top of the slope covered with fiery red dandelions, looking at the sky of the Lihuo Realm in the distance, speechless for a moment.

Along the way, the relationship between the two people eased a lot.

Ronan secretly looked at Molly's profile. He had never seen Molly so quiet and gentle. She was completely different from the impression he had of her before.

Ronan felt that he seemed to have mastered some skills in getting along with Molly. He just needed to...
"Ronan, look!"

Suddenly, Molly pulled Ronan's arm hard and called him to look at a certain place in the sky.

Ronan looked over there.

It's the sunset.

A rare sunset.

In the crimson purple sky of the Lihuo Realm, large patches of magnificent golden-red sunset suddenly appeared.

Ronan had never seen such a gorgeous glow, it was like a drop of god's blood falling into purple water, then slowly dissipating, evolving into many strange visions.
The blue-gold water drop at the center of the eyebrows that contained the blood of the ancient frost whale suddenly jumped slightly. Ronan's eyes moved slightly, sensing a different fluctuation.

"Ronan, have you ever heard a saying?"

Molly's voice suddenly sounded faintly in my ears.

“The sunset glow only exists in the sky for the time of two hourglasses, but in the eyes of some people, it can exist for two hundred years or even longer.”

Molly seemed to be looking at him intently as she spoke.

But Ronan was so focused on sensing the inexplicable fluctuations in the brilliant rays of light that he didn't care what Molly was trying to say. He just said casually:
"is it?
Then your memory is considered very good among the Dawn Wizards."

He thought for a moment, "But this doesn't seem to be a real sunset glow. Does the Lihuo Realm always have such wonders?"

He turned his head, trying to get some clues from Molly, but found that Molly was looking at him with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were colder than ever before.

Ronan's heart suddenly turned cold, and then he heard Molly's gnashing teeth as she spoke word by word.

"Ronan Damien...you really deserve to die."

"call--"

Molly was so angry for some reason that she left Ronan behind and walked forward quickly.

She seemed to have passed through some invisible barrier in an instant, and her whole body quickly disappeared from Ronan's sight.

Ronan's eyes flickered and he hurried to follow.

When he caught up with Molly's back, the sky in his field of vision had changed and the sunset glow on the horizon had disappeared.

Ronan frowned slightly, but saw that Molly suddenly stood still, with a hint of doubt on her pretty face.

He walked up and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Molly shook her head and looked around with narrowed eyes.

"If it were normal, old Lauberner would have come out and captured you by now.

I can't even sense his breath now.
How strange. "

"Maybe he knows that we are just reminiscing about the past among friends and don't want to be disturbed by others."

Ronan's answer earned a big eye roll from Molly.

"Who is your friend?

Once you have given up completely, take your broken slate and get out of here. I feel annoyed just by seeing you now...."

Molly snorted and walked forward quickly with a cold face, leaving Ronan standing there in astonishment.

"What a beautiful sunset."

In the valley full of golden thorns, the woman stared blankly at the brilliant glow burning fiercely in the sky outside the valley with a dazed look in her eyes, and could not help but speak in a low voice.

This is a tall woman, as agile as a cheetah.

She was wearing a light white short coat, her dark grey hair was tied into short braids, her skin was a healthy wheat color, and she was not very pretty, but she gave people a peculiar wild beauty.

The woman stood in a circle of broken and messy thorns, with blood splattered everywhere around her. At her feet lay a curled up, hunched old corpse with withered hair and skinny limbs, just like an old gray-headed man who had died sadly.

The woman with gray braids was completely immersed in the infinitely beautiful sunset glow. While she was muttering to herself, she slowly pulled out the two daggers covered with twisted golden runes from the old man's body.

During the process, a blurry soul shadow twisted and stretched, roaring angrily, but was eventually swallowed up bit by bit by a force and pulled into the dagger.

The twisted golden runes on the dagger seemed to become more numerous.

As the gorgeous glow gradually faded, the woman woke up from her intoxication.

Without even looking at the corpse at her feet, she quickly ran to a higher place.

There stood a tall and slender figure, his entire body hidden in a thick grey robe. His features could not be seen clearly, except for a pair of deep secret silver eyes.

"What a blessing."

The woman with gray braids stood in front of the man in gray robe with a sweet smile, her hands folded behind her back, and she said excitedly, "The second time we met, we watched the sunset together.

Such a beautiful sunset.”

"That is the fire of the phoenix, Cersei."

A young and calm voice came from under the gray robe. The gray-robed man stared at the place where the glow in the sky disappeared and said softly, "It looks like they have already started to take action."

"Yes."

The woman with gray braids used her hands as an umbrella and followed the gray-robed man to look at the same place, muttering: "After this is over, you will be able to get the things you have always wanted. Father's plan can also proceed quickly..."

"Thank you, Cersei."

"I hate hearing the word 'me' from your mouth."

The woman with gray braids shook her head seriously, then closed her eyes and snuggled up to the gray-robed man contentedly.

The latter remained silent and did not stop the woman's behavior.

Suddenly, at this moment, a crisp "pop" sound came from the golden thorn bushes under the feet of the two people.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow rushed out like a sharp arrow, picked up the old corpse on the ground and rushed out of the valley.

The woman with gray braids suddenly opened her eyes, and a dagger covered with golden runes appeared silently in her hand. The gentleness on her face disappeared, leaving only endless cruelty and coldness.

She was about to chase after him, but the gray-robed man reached out and gently pulled her back.

"Let him be."

(End of this chapter)