Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 49 [Howling of the Dead], A Time of Tranquility
Although the victim was frightened and ran away.

But to be on the safe side, Ronan left the city.

In the wilderness outside the city, I found a secluded spot under bright moonlight and continued to check the remaining things.

There are four wizard books, one of which is full of legends about various undead wizards and monsters, like a collection of stories to relieve boredom.

A book on Potions, much more detailed and complete than the one Ronan left in the tree house.

The remaining two books recorded three undead spells, two low-level zero-level spells [Corrosive Missile] and [Skeleton Spike], and one intermediate zero-level spell - [Howl of the Dead].

Ronan studied the latter for a long time and found that it mainly talked about how to control the undead to emit sonic shocks to influence the opponent's mental casting.

No wonder the man in black robe has a magic ring for keeping ghosts.

I guess I haven't figured it out yet, so I don't wear it on my body.

All three spells are related to undeath, and Ronan is struggling over whether to learn them.

There's not much to say about the first two low-level ones, the main thing is the last intermediate spell [Howl of the Revenant].

This spell actually meets Ronan's requirements for control methods. It also has the specific inheritance and casting props. It can be said that it is specially prepared for Ronan.

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“Once you learn necromancy spells, you will inevitably be tainted with traces of negative energy particles. At this critical moment when the black wizards are invading, will the wizards in the academy think you are an undercover agent of the Forest of Deathwhisper?”

Ronan hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to put it aside.

Among the remaining bottles of potions, one looked to Ronan like a potion that could quickly restore mental strength, but he was worried that the black robe and the gray robe had different inheritances and there might be some differences in taking the potions, so he didn't dare touch it.

The last pile of miscellaneous items that were gathered together, of uncertain specific value, were mostly animal entrails soaked in special potions, air-dried animal corpses, unknown powders, strange wood chips, etc. They looked like materials used for alchemy or potion experiments.

Ronan wanted to throw it away, but he had read too many novels in his previous life and was worried that there might be some extraordinary treasure hidden in it.
After much hesitation, I finally took advantage of the night to burn it together with the first pile of garbage.

As the last leaf of the sycamore tree in the forest fell, the battle between the wizarding land of Hoddam and the dark wizarding land of the Forest of Death began.

Almost every day you can see teams of well-trained elite wizards coming out of the academy.

The magic airship swayed away, and even a formal wizard like a blazing sun broke through the air to accompany it.
After the real war broke out, it had little to do with the groups of wandering wizards roaming around the town.

The war between the two wizard gathering places is all about fighting for large resource points and strategic points that are vital to a force. The life and death of the lower-level wizard group has almost no impact on the entire war situation.

The wandering wizards, who had temporarily escaped from the life crisis, talked about the battle all the time after dinner.

What about the war between real wizards, the fierce competition for the small magic stone mine, the competition between the talented wizard students of Hoddam College and the Forest of Dead Whisper?
All kinds of news and rumors are flying around.

On this side of the town, the original collective atmosphere of tension, restlessness and anxiety has quietly transformed into an environment of stability, tranquility, yet mixed with inexplicable warmth and noise.

"crunch-"

Ronan stepped on the thick snow, leaving a footprint that was neither deep nor shallow.

He picked up a few light yellow matsutake mushrooms from the snow, threw them into his waist bag, and continued forward.

This thing tastes great when fried or cooked into soup. Vinicia has learned some good cooking skills from Mrs. Qiao Lin, so I can let her cook it later.

There was a buzzing sound of wind behind me.

Ronan stopped, stood on a snow slope and looked back.

In the vast white fog in the center of the snow-covered town, several magical airships that looked like sailboats appeared. The airships were flashing with the light of activated rune arrays, and the figure of a wizard in a robe could be vaguely seen in the light.

"The academy seems to have deployed airships more and more frequently recently. Has the war situation changed again?"

Ronan stared at several magical airships flying away under the clear sky, his eyes flashing, and he thought secretly in his heart.

But this matter had little to do with him, a little wandering wizard apprentice. He took a look and continued moving forward.

Towards the forest.

As the war progressed, the black robe crisis hanging over the wandering gray robes seemed to fade.

After several heavy snowfalls in winter, the forest became even quieter.

These days, more and more people could not hold back and began to sneak in and out of the forest. Ronan heard that some people had even moved back to the former tree house area.

"After being forced to do this for several months, many people probably can't stand it anymore."

Ronan thought silently in his heart.

Nowadays, the prices in cities and towns have fallen a lot and tended to be stable, but the cost of living is still high compared to before the black robe came.

After taking refuge in towns for several months, the most worrying thing for many low-level wizards is not avoiding the crisis brought by the black robes, but how to survive this cold winter.

Ronan looked to both sides and saw many black spots like him slowly moving towards the forest on the white snow.

Everyone carries a huge mountain of life on their shoulders, making every step difficult.
Ronan shook his head and exerted force on his feet.
"boom!"

A big hole exploded on the snow, his long robe fluttered like a cloak, and he rushed into the forest as agile as a monkey.

Running fast based on memory, startling flocks of winter birds.

Ronan entered the forest this time mainly to go back to the tree house where he used to live and retrieve the belongings he had saved up a few months ago.

After jogging for a while, Ronan slowed down his pace, feeling that the pent-up depression and distress in his heart had been almost cleared away.

After pushing aside the snow, Ronan found an underground spring under a tree hole that was emitting white steam. He took a few sips from the spring and felt that he was almost reaching his destination.

The heavy snow covered up all traces of the disasters that had happened, and only the lonely and ethereal calls of birds in the forest seemed to still recall the bustle of the past.

"Click——"

Ronan broke off a few branches that were blocking his way with his bare hands, and the familiar sight of his tree house came into view.

It was covered with thick snow, and the long vines hanging from the top were hung with icicles, and there was no sign of anyone.

Ronan went up to the tree house, opened the door and looked around the scene inside. Except for the mattress wet by the snow and the furniture covered with dust, everything was the same as when he left.

Standing in the cabin and silently reminiscing about the past for a while, Ronan quickly packed up some things.

Mainly a few wizard books on the bookshelf, unused blank rune stones, rune engraving knives, and some miscellaneous items left behind by the predecessor, whether useful or not.

Before leaving, Ronan stood beside the small wooden bed.

Looking at the words "Soul is the destination of immortality" engraved on the edge of the bed, Ronan thought for a moment, took out the knife he carried with him, and added some more content under the bed along the edge of the bed.

(End of this chapter)