Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 60 Bone Pattern, Farewell

Ronan put away the two high-level magic stones given by Jerome, and then had time to check the situation around him. All he saw were dull and stupid faces.

Ronan has lived on Water Drop Street for such a long time. Although he has always been practicing hard and living in seclusion, there are many people living nearby who recognize him.

In many people's impressions, Ronan is just an ordinary young wizard.

Maybe his strength is a little stronger than that of a low-level apprentice wizard, but not that much stronger.

After all, if someone is truly capable, who would live in a hellhole like Water Drop Street?

However, the strength Ronan displayed tonight stunned them.

The two senior apprentice black-robed wizards were cruel and killed the lower-level wizards like killing chickens.

The two of them attacked Ronan together, but Ronan killed one of them cleanly in a few rounds, and the remaining one chose to escape in the end.
Such a mysterious and powerful person, even the official wizards of the academy praised him, and the person they went to great lengths to win over actually lived in the same neighborhood as them? !

Many people even felt a sense of unreality for a moment about this huge reversal, as if they were in some absurd and bizarre dream.

until
The suppressed moans and howls of pain brought them back to reality.

"It's a poison spell."

Old Wells hurried up with Vinicia and Cheryl.

Having seen Ronan single-handedly kill the senior apprentice Black Robe when he was at level five, Old Wells was actually a little numb to Ronan's performance tonight.

What is more than shock is the deep fear.

"Unless there is an advanced antidote, there is no hope..."

Looking at the man lying on the street, his body covered in green and his expression twisted in pain, old Wells showed a look of sympathy and pity on his face.

"Poison spell..."

Ronan saw those low-level wizards who fell to the ground due to poisoning and died twitching in pain. He remembered the large burst of green phosphorescence that flew out from under the second black robe when the battle began, and his lips were tightly pursed.

The other party must have cast the spell at that time.

The spell had a wide range, with green phosphorescent flames floating everywhere, almost covering half of the long street, and even faint cries could be heard from the next block.

Fortunately, not many people were affected, and only a few were unfortunately hit by the phosphorescence.

"Don't touch her body, or you..."

Old Wells was just about to remind a wizard couple who were crying while holding their dead only son, but in just a few breaths, the couple fell to the ground with distorted faces.

Both husband and wife were very young, and the little boy who died first looked about the same age as Cheryl.

The elder Wells sighed heavily, and Ronan reached out to cover Cheryl's eyes.

"go!"

Ronan took a deep breath and made a quick decision. "We can't stay here tonight. We can come back tomorrow when the spell effect has completely dissipated."

No one had any objections, and old Wells said he would go and inform the Qiao Lins.

The two of them were still packing up when the battle between Ronan and the black robes began.

The group hurried towards the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Lin.

As a result, before they reached the destination, everyone stopped in their tracks.

They saw the door of the Qiao Lin couple's cabin about ten meters away from them.

A one-armed middle-aged man knelt on the snow, holding tightly in one hand a cold corpse, sobbing and crying helplessly, wandering like a sad wild beast.

She kept repeating "Elsa Elsa..." over and over again.

Finally, under the cold moonlight, it gradually died down.
The chaos in the town was completely quelled in the second half of the night, and the rumors about the fall of Hoddam were naturally refuted.

At dawn, a large number of new tasks were refreshed on the academy's recruitment notice board.

The core of these tasks is almost only one - hunting down the black robes!

As long as you offer the scalp of the black-robed wizard in the Forest of Deathrattle, you can get magic stones, potions, magic tools, inheritance, and any other rewards you want!
The warm winter sun hangs high in the sky, and the morning light it casts is like a layer of white gauze, without any warmth at all.

Outside the main gate of Hoddam College, in front of the tall iron gate covered with ivy, the mist of the past has dissipated, and a small table has appeared.

"Go, go, go! Where did you get a few pieces of rotten scalp to pretend to be a black robe, and you want to exchange it for the qualification to enter the academy for further study. Do you really think we are idiots who can be fooled at will?"

A curly-haired young man with the badge of Hoddam College hanging on his head in front of a small table was shooing away the people in front of him impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.

The middle-aged gray-robed wizard blushed when his trick was exposed. He put away the things on the table awkwardly, turned around and left quickly.

"How many have you spent this morning?"

At the long table, a young man who was dozing with his legs crossed took off the beautiful wizard hat covering his face, yawned and said.

Curly shook his head and muttered, “Who knows.

What a fool the academy is! Do they really expect these wandering wizards who have never taken a proper spell class to help save the situation?

I doubt if they can recite a complete low-level zero-level spell standing in front of the black robe."

"I didn't expect them to be able to show much combat effectiveness. I just wanted to find some people to die and fill the recent manpower gap."

The young man holding the wizard's hat whispered, "We can't afford to waste time in the Deathrattle Forest anymore. At first, we saw official members, but now... they are all wandering black robes. They can't even use the lowest level of corrosive missiles properly. They are the same as the wandering gray robes who pretend to be rewards with rotten gorilla scalps."

Hearing this, Curly Hair couldn't help but be curious, "Are the official black robe members of the Forest of Death really that powerful? I hear you guys on the hunting team talking every day, and it feels like everyone on the other side is a monster."

The young man in the wizard hat looked slightly serious and said, "It's much more powerful than you imagined.

The weakest person who can become a formal member of the Forest of Death is an intermediate apprentice wizard. Moreover, the Forest of Death is not like our Hoddam, which is an academic-style wizard organization with a strong academic atmosphere and is relatively peaceful.

Their survival rules are much more cruel, and those who are eliminated within the rules usually have only one result: death.

How could wizards trained in such an environment not be powerful? Those in formal black robes are generally strong in combat.

Under normal circumstances, we need at least two people to deal with a black-robed wizard of the same level..."

"So exaggerated?!"

There's something unbelievable about the curls.

Just as the two were chatting, a figure appeared in front of them.

The sunlight cast a shadow on the long table from behind the visitor. The curly-haired girl sitting in front of the table squinted her eyes and could barely see the visitor.

He was a tall, slender young man with chestnut hair and a very masculine and handsome appearance. There was an inexplicable calmness in his lake-blue eyes, which reminded people of a frozen lake in winter.

"I'll redeem the reward."

The young man spoke, his voice also carrying a hint of coldness.

I didn't know how many strange people I met in the morning, and how many ridiculous tricks they tried to take advantage of. When Curly heard the other party's intention, he was a little uninterested and said lazily: "Take out your scalp, we will check it."

Unexpectedly, the young wizard shook his head and said, "I don't have a scalp."

Curly Hair was immediately amused. "What are you doing here without a scalp?"

Curly-haired girl raised her hand to drive him away angrily and amusedly, "Go away, go away, don't make trouble here."

The boy didn't say anything, he just stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the table.

When he took his hand off the table, there were three black badges the size of coins and of similar style on the table.

“I don’t have Black Robe’s scalp, but I have the Deathwhisper Forest identity badge obtained from Black Robe.

May I? "

The young man looked at the two of them, with a questioning look in his eyes.

The curly-haired man stared blankly at the three badges on the table with the patterns of the Dead Forest and the Scarlet Blood Moon, then turned his head to look in the direction of the young man in the wizard hat beside him.
The next moment, the two people in front of the long table stood up almost at the same time, and their lazy and leisurely attitude disappeared completely.

"Of course."

The young man in the wizard hat reached out and picked up a badge and looked at it in front of his eyes. He then looked at the young man in the gray robe in front of him and asked in a low voice with a tone that could hardly hide his shock and disbelief: "What do you want to exchange for?"

"Ticket. The fastest ticket out of Hoddam."

The young man said calmly, word by word: "Three."

Until the handsome young man in the gray robe walked away, the two young men with curly hair and wizard hat in front of the long table had not recovered from the previous shock and shock.

"real or fake?"

Curly-haired girl grabbed a badge and still couldn't believe it. "Could this be some new trick to deceive people?"

The expression of the young man in the wizard hat was even more doubtful than his. He repeatedly looked at a badge and said, "It's true, I recognize the aura of the undead on it.

Each of these badges is unique, representing the status of an official member of the Forest of Death, just like our Green Ivy Badge, which cannot be faked."

"Doesn't that mean that the wandering grey-robed man who just left and looked a few years younger than us once killed three mid-level black-robed apprentices by himself?!"

Curly Hair dropped the badge in his hand and shook his head, "I can't accept it, this is too unbelievable."

At this time, the young man in the wizard hat seemed to notice something and reached out to pick up the largest of the three badges.

He turned the badge over to the reverse side, and when he noticed a circle of faint grayish-white lines around the edge of the badge, he froze in shock.

Curly noticed something was wrong with his companion and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong?
It's fake, right? I told you, how can a stray grey robe be willing to do that? I'm going to catch that guy right now!"

The curly-haired girl yelled and tried to run out from behind the table, but was grabbed by the young man in the wizard hat.

"That's not right."

The young man in the wizard hat slowly raised his head, with an indescribable, strange and bizarre expression on his face.

He raised his right hand and showed one side of the badge in his hand to Curly Hair, and then said in a low voice: "This badge has a bone pattern mark, it is not an ordinary black robe badge.

It is a status badge that only elite members of the Forest of Death are eligible to obtain.
This kid...had his hands stained with the blood of a senior wizard apprentice's black robe."

"what?!"

The curly-haired girl's mouth opened wide, and she stood there in a daze with a dull expression.

"Whoosh-"

The huge Dharma ship, like an ancient whale, broke through the white mist and slowly rose into the air.

The power of the rune array created a strong wind, causing the robes of the wizards on the deck to rustle.

Old Wells's white hair was messy due to the wind, and the hair piled on his head looked a little funny. Even if he tried to hold it down with his hood, it couldn't be suppressed, but it still couldn't affect his excited and emotional heart at this moment.

"Hoddam."

Old Wells murmured these four words softly, his eyes slowly sweeping over the town and streets below, and the snow-covered wilderness and forests in the distance.
Finally, it turned back and landed on a slender figure in a gray robe below.

"Ronan."

There were complex emotions flowing in old Wells' eyes.

In his impression, the other person seemed to be just the little fat boy who would run in the forest every morning, but in the blink of an eye, he has become what he is now.

"I can brag to people in the tavern from now on that I saved my life and a wizard ship ticket worth thousands of gold with a few barbecues."

Old Wells laughed at himself and turned to look around.

Next to him stood Vinicia and Cheryl. Cheryl's hair was spread out, fluttering like seaweed in the wind. She grabbed her cheeks with both hands, trying hard to tear down a thin layer of skin.

Cheryl kept sprinkling medicine on Vinicia's hands and body, rubbing them with her little hands and rubbing off some black, scale-like stuff.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

Old Wells reached out and held Venice's wrist firmly.

Cheryl's little head drooped and she stopped what she was doing.

At this moment, the two of them were like a pair of naughty children who were planning something bad and were caught red-handed by their parents.

"me.."

Venisia's cheeks, which were mottled with white under the dark yellow, turned red, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she wanted to explain something with a wronged look on her face.

"I know what you want to do."

Old Wells' heart softened, and he whispered, "But don't forget where we are now. Being on the ship doesn't mean we are absolutely safe. Ronan won't be around anymore, so we should be more careful. Do you understand what I mean, Venetia?"

Venisia nodded with a look of disappointment, then looked down unwillingly, looking at the figure who was watching them with a timid and reluctant look in his eyes.
Cheryl lay on the edge of the boat, mumbling in a muffled voice.

"Lord Ronan... I'm afraid you will never know what Sister Winnie looks like. You also don't know, Sister Winnie..."

Old Wells reached out and touched Cheryl's little head and spoke softly.

"Not forever. We will meet Ronan again sooner or later."

It was not until the wizard ship carrying old Wells and the other two turned into a small black dot and completely disappeared into the clouds that Ronan turned around, jumped off the platform, and slowly returned the way he came.

After the three of them left, Ronan felt relieved and felt at ease.

The unfortunate death of the Qiaolin couple had a great impact on Ronan.

So after the academy issued a new order to hunt down the black robes, he immediately took out the three black robe badges of the Forest of Death that he had obtained when he packed his storage waist bag, exchanged them for boat tickets, and sent old Wells and the other two away.

Although old Wells had said that Cheryl was still young and did not need to take up a ticket, Ronan still exchanged three tickets to be on the safe side.

As for himself, he had no urgent desire to leave Hoddam.

The battle between Hoddam and the Forest of Deathwhisper becomes increasingly intense, and the academy continues to take various measures to encourage the wandering gray robes to join the battle.

Ronan felt that this time was a rare opportunity for him.

Perhaps it would allow him to gather the various resources needed to become a formal wizard more quickly.

(End of this chapter)