Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 433 Give Up, Runaway

"He has been hit by my spell. He won't live long."

The gray-robed man raised one hand, and one could see that between his two slender white fingers there seemed to be a faint, almost invisible black thread, the thread was taut and extended into the void.

"He should be going to look for the only little phoenix left in the Phoenix family, which saves us the trouble."

As the gray-robed man spoke, he rubbed his fingers gently and the black lines disappeared.

"So you had planned this a long time ago."

The gray-braided woman's expression suddenly relaxed, and she looked at the person in front of her with tenderness and admiration. In fact, her strength was much stronger than the other person.

"Let's go."

The gray-robed man greeted them softly, and the two walked side by side toward the direction outside the valley that was previously covered with rosy clouds.

The woman with gray braids naturally held the arm of the man in gray robe, and at this moment, the two of them were as intimate as lovers.

"I know a very interesting place. After this is over, will you come with me?"

"I'm not sure I have the time, Cersei."

"No amount of force can stop us anymore. We have plenty of time now."

As they talked, they slowly disappeared into the sky.

Ronan stood on the edge of a huge crater, and the traces of the Balrog Hive appeared in his field of vision again.

The huge black sphere was bound by countless rune chains, and faint black smoke was spewing out of every hole. All around it were huge active volcanoes similar to the one under Ronan's feet.

The black and red lava river flowed freely between the honeycomb and the volcano. The scene before him was somewhat consistent with Ronan's initial expectations. It looked like a purgatory composed entirely of flames.

It's just deserted now.

"Is this right here?"

Ronan turned his head and looked at Molly in front of him and said.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Molly replied in a cold tone, turning aside without even looking at Ronan.

Ronan took two steps forward and looked down into the crater.

All I saw below was a dazzling golden red.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and some white threads grew out from under his eyes, weaving into an eye-shaped rune between his brows.

With the [Eye of Truth] turned on, Ronan could barely see the specific scene in the golden and red.

A huge golden sphere floats in the hot magma like a stellar solution, and its surface is engraved with fiery red runes. If you look closely, it looks like an ancient portal.

But it has collapsed, and most of it has been swallowed up and melted into the magma.

Ronan took out the golden slab, and as soon as it was taken out, it produced a subtle induction with the golden portal soaked in magma underneath.

The golden slab suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless irregular fragments that quickly changed in Ronan's hands, and finally reassembled like a Rubik's Cube into a strange and dazzling golden dagger.

Ronan gently pressed the tip of the dagger and felt the strong appeal from the golden portal, but it soon became intermittent.

"key?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he stood on the edge of the crater, hesitating whether to try to open the door.

It turned out that Molly had not lied to him.

The entrance to the dwarf treasure hiding the "Hammer of Golin" is right below, but the entrance to the treasure has collapsed. Even if he has the key to open the door, he still has to take a huge risk if he wants to enter.

"I suggest you forget it."

Alazan said, "This is a fire dragon's nest. This area was once a fire dragon pasture."

Ronan listened to Alazan's words, hesitating at the edge of the crater, and finally crushed the golden dagger in his hand and chose to give up.

Even Molly knew the entrance to the treasure of the Mechanical Heart Dwarf civilization. Even if the "Hammer of Kolin" was really inside, it was probably taken away by the wizards of the Phoenix family long ago.

It is possible that the change of ownership occurred even earlier, when O'Brien was the Lord of Fire.

If the entrance to the treasure trove was intact, he wouldn't mind going in to explore it again, but now the ancient golden door at the entrance to the treasure trove was about to be swallowed by lava, and underneath it was filled with terrifying fire energy accumulated over the years, as well as strange and unpredictable magical magnetic light.

It's just not worth taking such a big risk for a treasure that may no longer exist.

"Have you given up?"

When Molly saw Ronan turning around, she crossed her arms and curled her lips in disdain, as if she had expected Ronan to react like this.

"You still don't believe me, huh!"

Ronan said nothing, feeling a little regretful.

But it is impossible for every opportunity in this world to stay there and wait for you. There will always be someone who gets there first, and there will always be times when you fail. There is nothing to be upset about.

The dwarf's treasure is gone, but the fire dragon marrow that Alazan needs is something that must be obtained as much as possible.

Alazan knew the exact location of O'Brien's private laboratory, but time had changed, and now the Fire Realm was the Phoenix family's ancestral land, so he couldn't be allowed to explore it. He was thinking about how to talk to Molly about this, but Molly took the initiative to speak.

"The Words of Fire Dragon Marrow"

Molly thought about it and said, "My uncle might have it. I'll take you to ask him for one."

Ronan was stunned when he heard this. Molly's uncharacteristic initiative to help caught him off guard.

Ronan quickly reacted and said seriously: "Anyway, thank you, Molly."

Molly snorted softly and turned to walk in one direction.

He took only two steps before suddenly stopping, then quickly walked back, stared at Ronan, and spoke.

"You really want to thank me?"

"of course."

Ronan blinked. "What do you want me to do? As long as I can do it."

Molly pursed her lips and looked into Ronan's eyes, her gaze seemed to reach straight into his soul.

After a few breaths, she shook her head again.

"never mind.

I'll tell you when I think of it."

Then turn your body back again.

"at any time."

Ronan couldn't help but add.

Molly said "hmm" without turning her head, and her mood seemed to improve all of a sudden. She held the staff with her two white hands behind her back, and walked forward with light and delicate dance steps.

Ronan looked at Molly's back, and his eyes softened unconsciously.

Sometimes he saw in Molly the shadow of his deceased sister, Lil; they were so alike in some ways.

Unfortunately, Li'er had already died, leaving behind a daughter.
He is probably as old as Lil was when he left home.

"Agatha"

Ronan softly recalled the name of the baby girl in his memory. A trace of melancholy arose from the bottom of his heart, but he quickly wiped it away.

He shook his head, his eyes regained their calmness, and chased after Molly.

The two of them continued forward along the vast lava plain.

This used to be the pasture where O'Brien raised Balrogs and dragons. Each volcano was a dragon's lair, and the lava flowing below was their bathtub. Of course, this pasture has long been deserted, and there are no more roaring Balrogs or flying dragons.

The sky changed back and forth between orange and purple, and the lazy hot wind blew across the earth. Everything seemed so peaceful, as if even time was moving slowly.

"My uncle hates people who lack manners the most."

"Don't use any ice magic in front of him."

"He might make you a cup of tea that he brewed himself, so be sure to compliment him as much as you can."

Under the magic mirror-like sky, two figures walked side by side.

Molly counted on her fingers one by one, giving instructions non-stop, while Ronan listened attentively, nodding continuously, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

"That's pretty much it."

Molly clapped her hands, seeming to be very satisfied with Ronan's attitude, "I'll tell you the rest when I remember it."

"call--"

Ronan exhaled lightly, reviewed all the key points Molly had just mentioned in his mind, and then said, "I almost forgot to ask, what is your uncle's name?"

"he is."

Molly was about to answer.

At this moment, a violent spatial fluctuation suddenly occurred in the void not far in front of the two people.

A figure staggered out from the void.

He was a young man dressed in black with a pale face, and he seemed to be holding something tightly in his arms.

The appearance of the boy brought Molly's answer to an abrupt halt, and her gaze was unconsciously drawn to him.

"Abu."

Molly blinked and murmured the boy's name.

When the latter saw Molly, he forced a smile on his face and walked towards them step by step.

His condition seemed to be very bad. With every step he took, his mental strength declined rapidly. In the end, he could hardly support flying. He was swaying as if he would fall from mid-air at any time.

Molly rushed over quickly, followed closely by Ronan.

When he reached the young man, he was already falling down as fast as a stone.

Ronan channeled his mental power and caught the boy delicately. The thing the boy was holding fell down, and Ronan could see that it was a withered, old corpse curled up in a small ball.

His expression froze and he subconsciously looked towards Molly.

But at this time, Molly's eyes were fixed on the corpse that fell from the boy's arms, and she stood there motionless, as if petrified.

Ronan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Before he could ask the reason or think about how to comfort Molly, the young man he was holding suddenly let out a series of extremely suppressed groans of pain.

Ronan looked at the young man and saw that the surface of his skin, which was as white as paper, was covered with countless black threads like meridians.

The black thread seemed to be tightening deeper into his body. The boy began to tremble all over, his body curled up, and an expression of extreme pain and distortion appeared on his face.

"curse?!"

Ronan's eyes flashed, and the star force field wrapped around the boy and he quickly floated up. He controlled his mental power and tried to penetrate into the boy's body.

But in the next moment.
"Pfft-"

A straight line of blood spurted out from the boy's body.

Then the second, third, and fourth
Countless blood splattered, and flesh and blood fell from the boy's body quickly like broken mud.

In just a few breaths, Ronan watched helplessly as the young man was tortured to death by a terrifying and invisible force.

Such a big person was cut into thousands of small pieces of flesh and blood by countless strange black threads, and even his soul was shattered into countless pieces.

In the end, all that was left was a snow-white head that had completely lost its blood color and a black garment that had been completely soaked in blood, floating down to the ground.

The strange silk thread that cruelly wiped out the black-clothed boy squirmed slightly in the void like a well-fed leech. The boy's head rolled down from mid-air and was gently held in the arms by a pair of hands.

Ronan stood aside, watching Molly standing there, holding the head of the dead black-clad boy, her eyes wide open, motionless.

Immediately afterwards, she seemed to have her soul suddenly taken away. She fell to the ground helplessly, tears streaming down her face.

"Abu..Abu"

Molly held the boy's head, her eyes empty and her expression numb as she kept calling out.

The boy's head and lips opened and closed slightly, as if he wanted to respond to him, but soon he became completely still.

Ronan watched this scene with unbearable eyes. Molly had told him about her "family" in the Land of Fire.

Apart from her uncle who shared the same Phoenix bloodline as her, the rest were two servants.

One is Abu, the young man in black who had just died, and the other is probably the old corpse, Lauberna, that the young man was holding in his arms before his death.

"problem occurs"

Two of Phoenix's servants were killed in the Land of Fire.

This is a conspiracy to kill the Phoenix, and it has already begun.

"Molly, Molly."

Ronan looked serious and tried to call Molly's name.

Molly turned a deaf ear to him and just knelt on the ground with her head down, holding the two corpses.

Strands of slender golden-red flames burst out from every pore on her body, with a terrifying temperature that was enough to burn the soul, and condensed into the shape of gorgeous feathers in the void.

Ronan could feel the violent and crazy emotional fluctuations surging from Molly's body along with the flames.

These emotions accumulated rapidly, reached a peak in an instant, and then burst out violently.

"what--"

The surging flames rushed up into the sky like countless flocks of birds, and countless fire energy swarmed into this space.

Molly raised her head and screamed hysterically, and her long rose-colored hair, which had been braided into thick braids, was now completely loose.

Her whole body was burning with flames. Her eyes were completely filled with a deep, almost purple red color. Densely packed tiny blood vessels appeared on her face. Endless flames faintly condensed into the shape of the legendary phoenix above her head and behind her.

"Morril!"

Ronan looked reluctant and shouted Molly's name loudly.

Molly didn't even look at him. She just looked in one direction expressionlessly, her body flying forward like fire.

Ronan dodged and stood in front of her.

"roll!"

Molly raised her hand and uttered an extremely cold voice.

The flames suspended above her head fell rapidly towards Ronan, and a clear red crystal-like mark appeared in the void along the way.

Ronan frowned as he looked at the surging flames.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and the blue-gold frost whale mark between his eyebrows pulsed gently.

The next second, he spread his arms, and endless icy coldness surged out of his body.

"Woo——"

(End of this chapter)