Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 59 Kill! The Key to Nirvana

Ronan walked out of the hut grabbing his staff, only to find that there was a fire outside.

In the direction of the academy and the dwarf market, a raging fire burned the night sky red for half the night. The fog in the center seemed to dissipate a little, and some figures could be seen moving rapidly in the firelight.

Teardrop Street is located at the edge of the town. Ronan couldn't see what was happening at the fire point, but he could clearly feel the spread of chaos.

Many people ran out of the house with looks of panic on their faces.

Old Wells came hurriedly in the night.

"what happened?"

Ronan shook his head and was about to answer that he didn't know either.

At this time, a more violent roar came from far away.

"Boom!"

Ronan turned his head suddenly and saw that in the center of the town, several huge fireballs appeared. The moment they hit something, they suddenly turned into huge fire rings.

Even at such a great distance, Ronan could still feel the rolling heat coming towards him, and imagine the terrifying high temperature that would be generated when the fire ring spread.
"A formal wizard-level expert."

Ronan looked stunned, and murmured in shock.

Soon after, various messages were transmitted from the front.

"Black robe! There is a black robe wizard from the Forest of Death in this town, killing people everywhere!"

"The academy has fallen! The black-robed wizards are attacking!"

“Run!…”

In an instant, the lower-class gray-robed people who were watching and asking questions on the street became chaotic and fled in all directions.

Although Ronan refused to believe that a strong academy like Hoddam would be suddenly conquered overnight, it was undeniable that he had been affected.

"Hurry back and tell the others to pack up and gather on the street!"

"it is good!"

Ronan quickly discussed and decided with old Wells, who then left quickly.

Ronan had most of his belongings on his body, so there was nothing to pack.

He turned around and went into the house to quickly collect a few items that he had not had time to put into his waist bag. When he went out, he saw that Old Wells and his men had not arrived yet. He heard the explosions that continued to ring in his ears, as well as the cries for help and screams that were faintly heard in the night.
After thinking about it, he took a few steps forward and climbed onto the highest roof nearby, standing on the roof and looking around.

Under the flickering firelight, there were stray gray-robed people fleeing in panic everywhere, and the chaos was accompanied by blood and killing.

Ronan's eyes suddenly focused, and with his outstanding eyesight, he clearly saw a black shadow rising and falling like a night bat somewhere several streets away.

As he moved, his hands emitted a large amount of mysterious green light that spread out like phosphorescence. The wandering man in gray robe who came a little closer immediately fell down without saying a word.

In just the short time that Ronan was staring at it, seven or eight gray-robed men were killed by the black shadow.

"Damn it!"

Ronan felt a nameless fire rising from the bottom of his heart. He clenched his fists under his robe and wanted to rush forward but was restrained by his reason.

In a blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared from Ronan's sight.

The next second, a tall and thin figure in a black robe appeared on the roof of a house four or five houses away from Ronan.

A cold gaze was cast towards him from under the black robe, and the two men's eyes met in silence.

Ronan calmed down instantly, staring at the black robe, his legs began to gather strength, and he was ready to retreat.

However, at this moment, an extremely strong sense of crisis arose behind him, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Oh!"

The snow-covered spires of the houses exploded in the moonlight.

Ronan landed steadily with a backflip, and the hem of his wide gray robe fell like the wings of a giant bird.

He held the staff that appeared out of thin air in his right hand and slowly stood up, looking gloomily at the two figures that appeared in front of him on the left and right.

Except for the man in black robe who had been seen on the roof before, he had a tall and thin figure and his entire face was completely hidden in his robe and could not be seen clearly.

There was also a bald man with a pale face and cold eyes looking at him. There were still traces of spellcasting on his body. It was obvious that the spell that had just attacked Ronan was cast by him.

The three of them stood quietly on the empty street of Water Drop Street. The pale moonlight sprinkled on the snow-covered street, without a trace of warmth.

Those wandering wizards who had packed up their belongings and were ready to flee, just stepped out of the door and saw the three people confronting each other on the street. They didn't know what to do for a moment.

They all stood there in fear, not daring to move.

"Ronan...Lord"

A timid voice came from behind, but was quickly cut off.

Even though Ronan tried his best to appear unmoved, Cheryl's call still caught his attention.

The latter's gaze shifted from Ronan to the direction behind him, past him.

Ronan tensed instantly.

He seemed to see the face hidden under the black robe and smiled silently, then
The other party raised his hands, and countless green phosphorescent lights flew out from under his robe.

"You go first!"

Ronan growled in response to old Wells and the others behind him. At the same time, he exerted force on his feet and rushed towards the two men in black robes in front of him like an arrow.

Several dark green corrosive light balls flew towards him.

"Kill one first."

"Kill one more!"

There was a cold look like a broken edge in Ronan's eyes. He slightly raised his empty left hand under his robe, and his mental power surged out. The cold wind brought the broken snow to form a tiny vortex between his five empty fingers. A deep light quickly expanded and was finally thrown out by Ronan!
【Energy Missile】!
Although it is only at the expert level.

But with the mental strength of Ronan, now a seventh-level apprentice, this energy missile still burst out with terrifying power that exceeds that of ordinary zero-level advanced spells.

As the huge dark blue, almost black ball of light whizzed forward, the snow on both sides of the long street began to melt, and a fierce hurricane was set off under the influence of the high-pressure energy field!

Facing two opponents at the same time, Ronan didn't want to activate the extraordinary domain right away. That might kill one of them instantly, but it would also put himself in a state of "weakness and empty mana" for a moment.

Even if you carry a potion that restores mental strength with you, it still takes some time to drink the medicine and wait for the effect to take effect.

The terrifying blue-black ball of light collided with several dark green corrosive missiles and exploded with a loud bang.

The two men in black robes retreated one after another due to the aftermath of the spell explosion, with a look of emotion flashing across their faces.

Ronan forced his way out of the center of the explosion amid the aftermath and the chaotic wind of energy particles. He raised his left hand and a red light flashed between his palms.

Immediately afterwards, a fist-sized fireball and another expert-level energy missile flew towards the black-robed man closest to him.

The latter was obviously startled, and retreated rapidly, with the light of an energy shield emitting from his body. Ronan's robe fluttered, and he chased after him like a giant bird.
The other bald man took this opportunity to chant quickly with a gloomy expression.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion was heard from a distance, and several houses collapsed.

The bald man who was chanting glanced in the direction of the noise, his face twitched slightly, but the action of chanting was not affected at all.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him quietly like a ghost.

The bald man was startled, but when he felt the intact high-level energy shield still supporting his body, his expression immediately calmed down.

Then he looked at his opponent coldly, as if he were a dead person.

He raised the staff in his hand slightly, and the spell that had almost been guided was about to be cast towards the opponent's chest.

The latter seemed not to have noticed his action at all, and just used the staff in his hand to make a slashing motion at him like an ordinary warrior with a sword with an expressionless face.

A faint light as bright as water tore through the staff, revealing a sharp edge, and then silently slashed at the protective shield outside the bald man's body.

At the moment of encountering an obstacle, the hand holding the head of the staff suddenly clenched, exerted force, and exploded.
"Oh!"

The light of the protective shield suddenly broke, and a blue light flashed in the night.
"Ugh." The bald man covered his neck tightly with both hands, but still couldn't stop the blood from seeping out from between his fingers. His eyes widened, and he fell on his back with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

Ronan wiped the blood splattered on his face, held the sword in one hand, cast a ferocious look at the remaining man in black robe, and strode away.

"Senior apprentice? Black robe?! Ha!"

After defeating one opponent, there was only one left, and Ronan seemed much more calm.

The tip of the black sword, stained with the blood of the dead bald man, drooped down, slowly dragging a long trail on the snow.

Ronan stared at the location where the remaining black-robed figure disappeared, took out a bottle of potion from his waist bag, bit off the cork with his mouth, and drank it slowly.

The lowest level of mental power recovery potion costs thirty low-level magic stones per bottle, but I can't care about the pain right now.

Ronan was well aware that his expert-level energy missile had not caused much damage to the opponent. He put almost all his energy into a close-range sneak attack on another bald man in black robe.

This guy is stronger than the dead bald man in black robe, and is estimated to have reached the ninth level of apprentice.

He has been lying dormant for such a long time without escaping, so he must be brewing some powerful spell.
Just as he was thinking about it, Ronan's heart suddenly tightened.

He had almost no time to think before he instinctively rolled to the side to avoid it.

"Shh-"

Ronan only caught a glimpse of a thick, dark shadow, like a rapidly extending sickle sliding silently towards him.

The cold breath gave him goose bumps on his back even from a distance.

A large black shadow fell silently over the place where Ronan had originally stood, leaving an unfathomable narrow gully on the ground.

Almost without any pause, shadows surged, and another biting coldness slashed towards Ronan.

Ronan was like a flea being chased and hacked, dodging constantly.

Wherever it passed, the hard ground broke and houses collapsed quickly, and all the broken edges were smooth and flat, like butter cut by a hot knife.

It is hard to imagine how terrible the lethality would be if such a "sharp" object fell on a person.

"call--"

Ronan seized the opportunity, stepped on the stone slab beneath him, and suddenly jumped out for a long distance.

The fluttering gray robe was touched by the shadow that followed closely, and a large piece of the hem fell lightly on the snow.

Ronan had a blank expression on his face. His mental strength, which had been fully restored, was like water about to boil. A trace of magical energy was rising around him, and the master-level [Energy Missile—Particle Torrent] was ready to be used at any time.

At this time, the man in black robe who had been staring at Ronan and chasing him had also walked out of the darkness. His spell seemed to have ended, and the rolling shadow dissipated.

The eyes hidden under the black robe looked at Ronan deeply, filled with shock and fear.

Afterwards, he chose not to fight with Ronan anymore, and leaped into the air like a bat.
However, before he could make the next move, a huge fireball came whizzing in with tremendous heat and light, and hit his body accurately.

"boom!"

The black and red waves like magma turned into a huge ring of fire and spread in all directions, and the sky of an entire city block was reflected in fiery red.

When the overwhelming waves of lava and fire came crashing down, Ronan had no time to dodge and could only watch the terror come.

Fortunately, the heat and flames subsided immediately in the next moment.

Two figures appeared in the night sky, standing in the air, looking down at Ronan coldly.

Ronan looked dazed, whispering.

"A formal wizard-level expert..."

"What's your name?"

The majestic voice shook the air, as if it had its own rhythm of chanting spells.

The person who questioned Ronan was a middle-aged man in his forties with short, neat hair and a flame-shaped tattoo on his face.

Next to the man was a fair-skinned, beautiful woman wearing a gray-blue robe and looking much younger than the man.

"Ronan. Ronan Damien."

Ronan came back to his senses, lowered his head, and quickly replied, "Greetings, my Lords."

This was the first time that Ronan had seen and faced a formal wizard-level figure.

The other party's mental power was so strong that in Ronan's perception, it was as dazzling as the sun, even dispelling the surrounding darkness.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous. Ronan's heart was pounding rapidly, even faster than during the battle just now.

"Ronan, right..."

The short-haired wizard nodded and said gently, "You did a good job.

You are really suitable to join our sniper black robe hunting team.

How about this? The status and treatment of members of the hunting team are equal to those of elite students, much higher than that of regular students."

"Uh"

Ronan was stunned when he heard this, caught off guard.

Seeing his reaction, the short-haired man didn't say much, but said calmly: "Go back and think about it carefully. Once you have made up your mind, go directly to the academy and report my name, Jerome. Someone will arrange everything for you."

After saying that, the short-haired man casually threw two shiny objects at Ronan.

Ronan caught it subconsciously, lowered his head to check, and his heart skipped a beat.

Lying in his hands were two magic stones.

Advanced magic stone!

"This is your reward for blocking the Black Robe in the Deathrattle Forest... We will take away the body of the Black Robe you killed."

After saying that, the short-haired man turned around and walked away, not giving Ronan any chance to refuse.

Ronan watched the two official wizards of Hoddam go away, looked at the high-level magic stone in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he was speechless for a moment.

The short-haired man was flying in the air, chanting non-stop.

From time to time, a fireball with a color, size, and temperature far exceeding that of ordinary fireball spells would be thrown towards a place where chaos broke out.

When the fireball explodes, a lava-like ring of fire will inevitably spread out, and then the source of the chaos in that area will be extinguished.

"Jerome, you actually invited a little wandering wizard and even left your name."

A beautiful young witch in a gray-blue robe caught up with him, still expressing her disbelief at the short-haired man's previous behavior.

"Did you know that those two bugs from the Deathwhisper forest killed several of our senior students?"

The short-haired man said coldly with an expressionless face: "Five, including two top apprentices whose spiritual power has been transformed into gas.
As a result, they were stopped by a wandering wizard who was only a seventh-level apprentice, and one died while the other escaped.
Isn't it worth it for me, Jerome, to personally invite such a talent? "

The beautiful female wizard fell into deep thought, "From this perspective, this boy's performance is indeed amazing..."

“Well, he has strong talents in combat and magic.

Born as a wandering wizard, his strength is totally unsystematic. I saw that the two spells he used were both of the lowest level and most common rank 0.

But to be able to train to this level, this determination and perseverance alone is not something that ordinary apprentices can match.
This is the kind of person we are lacking right now.”

The short-haired man narrowed his eyes, looked ahead into the darkness, and whispered, "The news of the Key of Nefarian has almost driven the guys in the Forest of Death completely crazy... They even sent a group of apprentice wizards to create chaos in the town, hoping to find an opportunity to open a gap in the rune array... They can even come up with such a bad idea.
What a ridiculous and pathetic group of guys."

"When people get impatient, they can do anything stupid."

The beautiful witch sneered and said, "They know very well that if they wait for a while, they will no longer have any chance."

"yes.."

(End of this chapter)