Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 445: The Far North, an Unexpected Old Friend
Molly's room was as messy as she was.

One can tell at a glance that the precious and rare gems and ritual tools are thrown casually on the ground and at the foot of the bed.

There was a clay pony without a tail placed in the middle of the dressing table, as if it was often played with. Ronan walked over and saw that it was just an ordinary clay toy. The horse, which had cracks on it, had been carefully cast with seven or eight layers of fireproof spells.

Ronan picked up the toy, put it down again, and then saw a small suitcase made of red dragon skin in the space under the dressing table.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he picked up the suitcase, which, as expected, was locked with a rune.

But since it was created by Molly, it is not difficult to crack.

Ronan looked around. The room was not big and could be completely covered by a slightly dispersed mental power. Except for the red dragon suitcase in front of him, the entire room had almost no secrets for him.

He thought about it, reached out and grabbed the rune lock on the suitcase, and his mental power slowly seeped into it.
After a few breaths, with a slight "click" sound, the suitcase opened in front of him.

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A pair of clean but badly worn suede boots.

A few dry and yellow wild wheat.

A silver necklace studded with precious stones.

An ordinary black stone.

Ronan calmly took out the things from the boxes one by one, but huge waves were silently rising in his heart.

It was as if ten thousand sledgehammers were hammering continuously at his heart, and ten thousand people were shouting in his ears at the same time.

Scenes of memory emerged from the depths of his mind and flashed rapidly before Ronan's eyes.

The pair of suede boots was bought by Ronan for Molly when they made a "symbiotic" contract on the way to find the Ewaqui tribe. The boots did not fit Molly's feet, they were in men's size, and Molly suffered a lot when she wore them.

Wild Wheat comes from the Demily Plateau on the east coast, the territory of the Ronan family.

The jewel necklace is engraved with the name of Damien's family. It should have been secretly given to Molly by Ronan's mother.

The black stone came from the room in the Minotaur Labyrinth where the Abyss Bull Demon Babur was imprisoned. It had the familiar smell of sulfur and nitrate.
Everything in the suitcase is related to Ronan.

Ronan didn't know when Molly collected these. He touched every item in the box and finally found a light crimson notebook at the bottom of the suitcase with a golden feather pen inserted in it.

Is that Molly's diary?
Ronan picked up the notebook and looked at the cover for a long time, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to open it.

He sighed softly, put away the entire red dragon suitcase and the clay pony on the dressing table, and slowly walked to the floor-length dressing mirror on the side of the room.

The mirror in front of him created ripples of silver water.

Ronan looked back at the way he came, gave up the idea of ​​going back to O'Brien's laboratory, and whispered the "Lion Curse" in front of the mirror.

Soon, a space exit more than one person tall appeared in front of Ronan.

He thought about it, took out a small piece of titanium, threw it on the carpet in the room, and then stepped into the vortex created by the mirror.

The cold air hit me in the face.

Ronan jumped into the air subconsciously.

The robe made of titanium finally drank in the long wind once again, and the breath from its mouth condensed into frost in the cold air.

Ronan saw the vast snowfield.

He didn't know where he came to, but he finally escaped from the dark and gloomy Purgatory where he had stayed for more than nine years. The phoenix in his body naturally lay dormant, and the blood of the frost whale was humming and singing.

Snow-white hair and eyebrows grew quickly from under Ronan's skin. He was like a bird that had been crawling in the mud and pain for a long time, and finally got the chance to spread its wings and fly high.

At this moment, Ronan finally got rid of the shadow brought by the death prophecy.

And all of this was obtained at the cost of someone's blood, flesh and bones.

"Morril"

Ronan murmured, his eyes flickering, and his thoughts drifted away to the unknown distance with the cold wind.

On the vast ice field, a small figure was standing alone on the snow, swinging the bone hammer in his hand hard.

He looked thin and small, wearing a bear-skin suit that was too big and bloated, which was completely soaked with sweat. His soft long brown hair stuck to his forehead, and with every breath he exhaled large clouds of white air.

He regarded a rock sitting on the snow in front of him as an imaginary enemy and charged at the indifferent boulder again and again, with childish roars again and again. He looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his two hands could not even fully grasp the more than half-meter-long bone hammer in his hands.

After countless "charges", the young man who was practicing combat tactics finally ran out of strength and sat down on the snow. While gasping for breath, he counted the traces he left on the huge rocks he had charged into.

Suddenly, a cold wolf howl sounded in my ears.

The boy's fingers trembled as he felt the rock, and he shuddered and suddenly jumped up from the snow.

Several giant wolves with gray hair, standing more than a man tall, approached silently from both sides, staring at him with their dark blue eyes, bringing a chill deeper than the cold wind on the ice field.

Direwolf.

The young man's heart skipped a beat and sank rapidly to the bottom.

This ghost wandering on the ice field possesses wisdom and strength far beyond that of ordinary wild beasts. Under normal circumstances, only three or five brave and strong tribesmen would dare to try to confront it head-on.

But now, there were three of them in front of him.

The young man suppressed his panic and fear and reached for the bone hammer at his feet.

But because he had trained so hard before, he couldn't even lift the weapon that didn't belong to him.

The three giant ice wolves may have been hungry for too long, and they did not even intend to let go of such a weak prey as the young boy.

Without any warning, they attacked the boy at the same time, and their sturdy wolf bodies drew a trail of death in the air.

The young man closed his eyes in despair and swept the bone hammer in his hand across his body with all his strength.

The expected pain did not come yet. The boy seemed to hear Feng Luo's voice, followed by a few sudden low howls as if frightened.

When he mustered up the courage to slowly open his eyes, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

I saw a tall and straight figure appear on the snow more than ten meters away from him.

The three giant ice wolves that had brought him endless cold and despair were now like extremely docile big dogs, crawling at the feet of the figure, licking the frozen soil under the figure's feet with their tongues in a flattering manner.

The boy swore that he had never seen such a majestic and handsome man in his life.

He was wearing a black robe with dark gold patterns, which reflected a mysterious luster like metal scales in the sunlight.

He had long hair that was whiter than snow, eyes that were a deep blue, and features that were youthful and handsome.

When he looked at himself quietly, the boy couldn't help but kneel on the ground and join the direwolves to kiss their feet.

"Who are you?!"

The boy was stunned for a long time, and finally remembered to ask questions.

The young man in a black robe raised his hand, and the direwolves under his feet fled in all directions as if they had been pardoned. The young man felt his mouth open involuntarily, and something flew out from under the young man's robe and quickly bounced into his mouth, which he swallowed involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible chill flowed in from his brow along with the air, as if taking something away from his brain.

Only then did he hear the young man speak.

"Let me ask you first."

"What's your name? Where is this place?"

Ronan quickly digested the small portion of language-related memory he had extracted from the boy's mind while waiting for his answer.

He didn't dare to intercept too much. The young man in front of him was so weak that he couldn't even be considered an ordinary knight, and there was no sign of a wizard's meditation on his body.

Intercepting the other person's memory is like flipping through a book made of dead leaves. No matter how careful he is, it is easy to turn him into an idiot.

To obtain information related to language, one can only do so after giving the other party a mental warming potion in advance.

"Gar. Bonebreaker, my name is Bonebreaker, Gar. Bonebreaker."

The boy was stunned and said his name without thinking.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh, "Did you add the suffix yourself?"

"Of course not!"

The boy blushed, then remembered the second question Ronan had just asked, and quickly replied: "This is Hanglas, snowfields, frozen soil, and frozen highlands."

He recited a long list of place names in one breath. Ronan's eyes lit up with thought, and he asked, "The Far North?"

The boy was stunned, then scratched his head, "It seems that someone calls it that."

Ronan felt a little relieved.

The far north.

It seems that he is still in the upper ring continent.

This was good news for him. Away from the Realm of Fire, O'Brien's laboratory, there was a secret space exit leading to the frozen land of the Far North that was forever covered by frost.

I have to say it is really unexpected.

"The Far North...seems to be a territory ruled by the Frost Leader."

Ronan thought about it, his eyes swept across the boy in front of him, lingering slightly on his messy and dirty yet extremely handsome young face.

"Are you a girl?"

"put"

The boy's face flushed red, and he was about to swear, but he held it back the next second and retorted dully: "Of course I am a man."

"You are not yet qualified to be a man."

Ronan's mental power slightly dissipated, causing a breeze to blow the boy's hair at the temples, revealing a pair of vertical ears that were unusually long and pointed.

The young man quickly covered his ears with his hands as if someone had suddenly stripped him of his clothes, and glared at Ronan with shame and anger on his face.

"Are you an elf?"

Ronan was a little surprised, "A hybrid elf?"

The boy gritted his teeth, his body trembling, and said nothing.

At this time, distant shouts came from the snowfield.

The boy turned around suddenly, responded loudly with a look of joy on his face, and waved vigorously in the direction where the voice came from.

Ronan squinted his eyes and saw a few small black dots on the endless white ice field, approaching this side rapidly.

They were a few people with extremely strong physiques. They were not afraid of the severe cold. Under their simple animal skin clothes, they had unusually dense body hair.

"barbarian"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and his look became even stranger.

"Barbarians who associate with elves?"

Leading the group was a savage with disheveled hair and muscular build, shouting the name "Gar" and running towards them like the wind.

As he ran wildly, he skillfully took off a huge stone axe from his back.

With a sudden flick of his hand, the huge stone axe spun at high speed and flew towards Ronan like a meteor.

"do not want!"

The young boy, Gal, jumped up in a panic and shouted loudly.

But the next second, the boy and the group of barbarians who were rushing to the rescue were all stunned.

Because when the rotating stone axe that was tearing through the air and splitting the air was approaching Ronan, it suddenly stopped in the air a few meters in front of him without any warning.

It was as if there was an invisible and powerful hand in the air, tightly grasping the stone axe.

The ice field was quiet for a few seconds, and then the silence was broken by a slightly trembling voice.

"Witch Wizard"

The young boy Gal's face turned pale, and he kept retreating away from Ronan in panic. In his eyes, Ronan at this moment seemed more terrifying than the hungry direwolves who had wanted to eat him alive before.

"Roar--"

Several barbarians roared in unison, and instead of retreating, they advanced forward, all with their hair and beards standing up and red eyes, rushing towards Ronan. Each of them exuded a crazy and determined murderous intent.

The air around Ronan stirred slightly like water waves.

The whole person disappeared suddenly.

When he appeared again, he was standing in front of the leading barbarian without any warning.

Ronan was only a few steps away from the ferocious barbarian with a hideous face and bulging veins.

The latter took out a huge stone hammer from somewhere, and with the terrifying power, he smashed it towards Ronan's head.

Ronan seemed to be blind to all this.

He just stared at the barbarian in front of him, his eyes shining with strangeness, and spoke softly:

"Remember me, Nicole?

Hoddam Wizarding Land, Tree House"

As Ronan spoke word by word, the whistling stone hammer suddenly lost all its power and floated in the air less than one meter away from Ronan's cheek.

The madness and blood color in the strong barbarian's eyes faded away, and he stood there stupidly looking at Ronan.

After a moment, he, no, it should be her mouth, uttered the slightly awkward common language of wizards.

"You are Ronan?

Ronan Damien!"

Hearing these words, Ronan's eyes became completely gentle.

He nodded slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and slowly smiled.

"yes.

it's me. "

In the tent made of animal skins, beside the burning campfire, under the orange light of the flame, a tall, agile and handsome middle-aged man stared at Ronan.

After a long while, he finally spoke tentatively through his trembling lips.

"Damien are you really Damien?!"

Ronan stood up and stretched out his hands to the man in front of him, "Andre."

The latter stood up nervously and awkwardly, and soon all his emotions turned into excitement and joy.

He strode up and hugged Ronan tightly.

"God, I didn't know I could meet you again in this life, and here, in the far north, thousands of miles away from Hoddam..."

Andre spoke incoherently, and the two elves' unique pointed ears trembled slightly with the sound.

"Me too, I didn't expect that."

Ronan patted Andre on the back, separated from him, and sat down by the campfire again. Only then did he have a chance to take a good look at him.

Nicole was sitting next to the two of them, and she couldn't hide her joy and excitement either.

Andre and his half-elf brother and sister were the first two people Ronan met again after he left Hoddam. They were apprentice partners who had struggled to survive together in the tree house area.

Not only were these two excited, Ronan was as well.

The memories of the Hoeddam tree house area are full of memories and are very precious to Ronan.

Of course, the most important reason why the two left a deep impression on Ronan was that the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree were given to him by Andre and his sister.

Compared to the image in my memory, Andre's appearance has changed a lot.

In Ronan's memory, Andre had soft features and looked exactly like a witch when she wore her robe and didn't speak.

Andre looks much more mature now. He has cut his long hair short, and his handsome face has some battle scars. He looks much more masculine and cold.

Nicole
Not much has changed, except that he has become stronger and more manly.

(End of this chapter)