Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 96 Is this all you have?

Not long after Ronan stepped into the secret space, a figure slowly appeared not far from the entrance.

Pale skin, thin lips, and drooping eyebrows. His entire body exudes the powerful mental fluctuations of a late-stage first-level wizard, but gives people a cold and harsh feeling, just like a poisonous snake that just crawled out of a dark and damp place.

It was the middle-aged wizard who had been following Ronan for several days.

At this moment, a layer of transparent and thick substance was constantly receding from his body. The parts of his body still covered by this substance were almost completely integrated with the surrounding environment and were difficult to distinguish.

The middle-aged wizard stared at the direction where Ronan disappeared, took out a communication stone that was faintly glowing with runes from his waist bag, and began to speak.

"He must be mad now that Travis's tricks have been discovered by him."

"Now this kid has accepted a trial mission..He has already entered."

"Don't worry, I know what to do..."

The middle-aged wizard put away the communication stone, and the transparent substance flowing on his body wrapped him up again.

This is a special metal medium that belongs only to him and comes from an ancient secret realm. Combined with magic, even a second-level wizard would find it difficult to detect his concealment without actively casting spells.

It is also his biggest reliance that allows him to follow his target so openly and unscrupulously.

The middle-aged wizard blended into the environment again, and even the light could hardly detect any change as he walked.

He entered the secret space and saw a desolate desert scene before his eyes.

There are many similar secret realms under the magic circle.

It has been almost fully explored, but still has some value, so it was deliberately preserved for use by members of the wizard trial.

Although the target person was not visible in his field of vision, the middle-aged wizard knew exactly where the other person would appear.

Because what he has to do next is to destroy the purpose of the other party's trip and make their mission fail again.

The middle-aged wizard traveled quickly along the Gobi Desert, at the end of which was a dark, dead forest.

He walked into the dead woods, getting closer and closer to the final destination of the mission. Gradually, he heard the sound of spells roaring, violent energy fluctuations coming from the front, and vaguely heard the growls and howls of monsters.

The middle-aged wizard quickened his pace and finally arrived at the mission site. A battle group came into his sight, and the target person was among them.

A handsome young man in a silver robe was suspended in the air, with delicate light blue runes growing on his delicate cheeks and neck. His body was surrounded by surging frost energy, and billowing white frost radiated from him.

He continuously summoned ice crystal-like magic spears, whistling snow and wind, as well as huge ice balls like spiral vortexes. Various ice spells flew out from his hands in various forms, and the entire battlefield was completely reduced to a land of ice and snow.

The strange monster below, which looked like an oversized night owl, was almost unable to raise its head under the boy's fierce magical attack.

The two black and red wings were covered with thick frost, making it unable to fly. Most of its body was covered with ice and snow. Occasionally, it would spit out a few magic balls from its mouth and fly high into the sky, but before they could get close to the boy's body, they were blocked by the frost-condensed armor and the thick metal protective shield.
It was a completely one-sided battle.

The middle-aged wizard watched this scene from the side, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He had seen more than one similar battle during the days he had been following the young man. Although the opponent was only a mid-level first-level wizard, he was terribly powerful. Dealing with a first-level advanced monster was as easy as eating and drinking water for him.

This is also the main reason why he has only been monitoring and tracking these days and has not launched any sneak attacks.

Once the fight started, he, who was in the late level one, might not be able to be the opponent's match.

"No wonder he has the guts to provoke an adult. He is indeed a genius of some magnitude."

"But what if he's a genius?"

The middle-aged wizards didn't care. Before they fully grew up, they had too many ways to slowly defeat the opponent.

Every step he takes next will be calculated to the letter.

genius?

Bannigo was also a genius at the beginning, and his brilliance was ten times that of the guy in front of him, but in the end he still became a "useless person".

The middle-aged wizard showed a cold light in his eyes and began to walk along the sidelines.

He searched around, and soon he saw several plants with black curved leaves and a cluster of fluffy and messy feathers on the top that looked like an eagle's feathers.

The middle-aged wizard's eyes lit up slightly, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the target boy. The latter was still concentrating on the battle, and the battle was almost coming to an end.

What he had to do was very simple. He just had to snatch away or destroy the magic potions required for the mission when the other party finished the battle and was about to harvest.

"boom!"

A huge roar of magic rang in my ears, and the Night Owl Monster let out a wailing roar. Its huge body was shaking and it seemed like it would fall down at any time.

"Almost, now is the time"

A light flashed in the middle-aged wizard's eyes. He raised his hand and instantly cast a low-level spell, throwing it straight at several potions.

The moment he cast the spell, he quickly stepped back and turned to look in the direction of the young man.

He could almost imagine the other party's next series of actions -

Shocked, anxious, and furious, he immediately rushed to the destroyed potion. By the time he reacted, he had already retreated calmly.
What a wonderful scene it was.

The middle-aged wizard thought to himself, but was shocked to find that everything seemed to be completely opposite to what he expected.

The boy who was fighting the monster didn't even glance in the direction of the destroyed potions.

Almost immediately after he cast the spell, the rune patterns on the opponent's body suddenly glowed brightly, as if they had been waiting for this moment to come.

A terrifying chill that was ten times stronger than before suddenly erupted in the field, and an overwhelming sense of despair swept across the entire battlefield.
The middle-aged wizard's retreating figure seemed to be frozen and suddenly became extremely slow.

At the same time, a cold voice sounded softly in his ears.

"Finally...I found you!"

next second.

"boom!"

The sound of air collapsing and exploding, and an unprecedented strong sense of crisis enveloped my heart.

The middle-aged wizard was horrified and hurriedly activated his magic tools to quickly erect an energy protection barrier.

The transparent substance flowing on his body also gathered together, forming a thick and translucent defense layer in front of him.
The middle-aged wizard threw out several defensive measures in one breath, and before he could even catch his breath, he felt as if he was hit head-on by some terrifying object moving at high speed.

The outermost layer of energy shield on the body suddenly sank almost instantly, like a bubble that was squeezed to the extreme and deformed.

Next is the second layer of defense, the third layer
He watched helplessly as all the defenses he had set up exploded one after another, including the innermost layer of translucent metal defense shield, which didn't even last half a second before it was pierced through.

at last.
A hand with countless tiny white flames wrapped around the edge quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, grabbed his throat, and pressed down hard!
"Boom boom boom——"

The middle-aged wizard clearly felt as if he was being used as some kind of plowing tool. An overwhelming and terrifying force was pressing down on him, pushing him forward and downward on the hard mud.

Even though he had a metal medium in his body to support him, he still felt as if he was going to die. All the bones in his body seemed to be broken into pieces, and the two emotions of despair and pain swept over him like waves.
Finally, the force stopped.

The middle-aged wizard opened his eyes with difficulty, and in the blood and dust, he could barely see the figure of the person who was holding his neck tightly.

It was the target boy he had been following these days, but he seemed extremely unfamiliar at this moment.

The man's short dark chestnut hair had completely turned white at some point, and his entire body was shrouded in a thin layer of fine flames. The air around him twisted and collapsed slightly, and dark blue runes grew enchantingly on his neck and cheeks. He exuded an unprecedentedly cold and powerful aura of terror all the time.

He stared at her condescendingly, his deep blue eyes emitting a cold and sharp light that seemed to pierce through her.

"Is this all you have?"

Ronan looked coldly at the browed wizard under his command, his tone calm and icy.

He's had enough of these guys who only play tricks.

He took on this trial mission deliberately, but he actually had no intention of completing it.

Although the target's potion was quite precious, it was completely useless to him.

All he did was just to lure the other party out. He was even too lazy to get entangled with the other party too much. He directly activated the [Immaculate Body] and suppressed him with the force of thunder!
The middle-aged wizard, who was used as a human plow and held tightly by the neck, was gasping for breath like a fish that had just jumped onto the shore.

Ronan loosened his fingers a little, and then saw a mocking smile slowly appear on the other person's face, and he said in a low voice:

"Master Lanny asked me to tell you that this is just the beginning."

Lanny?

Ronan was stunned.

Who is Lanny? He thought this guy was Travis's man.
"Lanni was an old rival of mine. He lost to me several times in head-on combat."

In the miniature secret space, Benigo, wearing a leather apron and leather gloves, was working on a bloody Warcraft corpse on the dissection table while answering Ronan's questions casually.

Ronan stood nearby, watching Benigol busying around, a serious look on his face.

"So they teamed up? Travis and Lanny, two three-rings?!"

"Do not."

Benigo shook his head and lightly corrected Ronan's words: "Lanni should have been promoted to the fourth ring by now."

Ronan's expression suddenly turned ugly.

"How many enemies do you have?"

“Not as many as you think.”

Benigel put down the dissecting knife in his hand, took off his leather gloves, and lit his pipe covered in blood.

"Besides Lanny, there are a few other three-ring masters. But Lanny is still the best in terms of strength and skill."

Ronan took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He walked over to the alchemy pot that was emitting steam. Through the translucent pot, he could see that it was filled with dark red, turbid boiling liquid.

This is the Holy Blood Tree culture fluid, which is made from the blood of various magical beasts and animals, mixed with a lot of random potion materials, according to the formula researched by Benig himself.

Now the seed of the holy blood tree is soaked in it, boiling twenty-four hours a day.

“With these third and fourth ring characters joining forces, I can’t even think of completing a mission normally in the Law Ring.

They always find ways to make my mission 'fail'."

Ronan looked at the blood-red bubbles bubbling up in the alchemy jar and sensed that the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree inside seemed to have more vitality than before, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

I have to say, Benigo still has something.

"It doesn't matter. At worst, I can just give up the resource channel of the Magic Ring for the time being."

Holding a pipe in his mouth, Benigo poured the monster blood he had just put into the alchemy pot, then walked to the rune table on the side and began to engrave the magic circle.

"I know a few secret places that may contain the materials we want. I'll write to you later."

“It’s not a question of resources.”

Ronan frowned slightly, and whispered with cold eyes: "Their real purpose is not just to restrict my development..."

Formal members of the Circle of Law must complete at least one mission every month. If they fail to complete it more than three times, they will be punished and their core status will be downgraded to ordinary.

If this continues after becoming an ordinary member, one may be completely stripped of his status as a formal member of the Circle of Magic.

Once Ronan is no longer an official member of the Circle, the rules of the Circle prohibiting internal members from killing each other will no longer apply to him. At that time, Travis Lanny and others can attack him at will and take his life.

Ronan calculated the worst-case scenario - he could face such an end in as little as half a year.

'They will use other methods to defeat you, break you, and tame you..'

Ronan now truly understood the meaning of this sentence.

Several talented wizards of the third and fourth rings joined forces. Although they could cover the sky with one hand within the seventh ring, it would be too easy for them to target his small ring and manipulate him at will within the rules.

"Is there no one in the Circle of Law who cares about such blatant schemes and tactics? Will it be useful to report this to the higher-ups?"

Ronan felt deeply frustrated that he couldn't do anything and couldn't help but look at Benig.

"Any fight within the rules is allowed."

Benigel held the rune engraving knife in his hand, and while he was talking to Ronan, his hands moved without any hesitation.

“The top leaders of the Circle of Law won’t care about such trivial matters.

In their opinion, a true genius will not be constrained or influenced by any conspiracy.”

"Then tell me, how can we solve this situation?"

Ronan asked, frowning.

Benig stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at him, and spoke calmly and naturally.

"It's simple.

Within half a year, if you take the initiative to challenge Travis or Lanny, a low-level challenge to a high-level, they will not be able to refuse.

As long as we defeat them, all problems will be solved naturally."

(End of this chapter)