Wizard Bloodline

"So you're not going to the 'White Stone Wasteland'?"

After a brief exchange, they learned that Ronan was waiting for a secret airship to the "Moist Jungle". The middle-aged magic circle wizard who came to pull people over shook his head in disappointment.

"Forget it."

Before leaving, he couldn't hold back his kind words and reminded Ronan, "'Moist Jungle' is an open mission of the Seventh Ring. If you don't form a team and go there alone, you will most likely not be able to catch anything. Even if you are lucky, There is a high probability that the harvest will be robbed by people from other magic circles. It is better to go to the 'White Stone Wasteland' with us. From the perspective of risk and harvest, it is much better than going to the 'Moist Jungle' by yourself..."

Ronan shook his head.

Seeing that Ronan could not be persuaded, the middle-aged wizard's attitude immediately became cold.

At this time, a small magic airship landed. He hurriedly returned to the original small group, boarded the airship with the others and left.

After the interlude, Ronan waited for a while, and a rather gorgeous and even larger magic airship slowly appeared in the sky outside the mission hall, and finally hovered in the small square.

The streamlined metal hull is covered with light blue runic array light patterns. Behind the thick energy shield, people can be seen along the ship's edge.

Ronan activated his flying ring and flew towards the airship.

He took out the rune stone as a voucher for the mission in advance, and a stream of spiritual power emitted from the airship. After testing the voucher in his hand, a hole slowly opened in the protective shield of the magic airship.

Just when Ronan was about to enter the airship.

"call--"

An indescribable terrifying spiritual power suddenly fell on Ronan like a storm in the void.

Dark, cold, and with a certain sharpness unique to metal wizards.

Ronan suddenly looked back, but the mental power quickly retracted and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"Are you going to get on or not?"

A wizard on the airship shouted impatiently to Ronan.

Ronan looked calm, and his robe fluttered lightly as he landed on the airship deck.

The opening on the energy shield of the magic airship closed, and then it quickly took off.

"Who is it? Travis?"

On the deck of the airship, Ronan stood on the edge of the ship, looking at the Seventh Dharma Ring City getting further and further away from him below, his eyes flashing.

In fact, not many of Benigo's former opponents would transfer their "resentment" to him.

Most people are in the third ring, and they already have a lot to deal with. Who would spare some of their energy to pay attention to a small first-level wizard like him.

Even Lanny, who was gloomy and had the deepest "grievance" against Benigo, would not show such obvious hostility towards him due to his status as Sihuan.

The only person who could not wait to "press him to death" was Travis, who desperately wanted to get the nightmare tungsten steel on his body. Ronan could not think of anyone else.

"He will attack me directly during this mission?"

Ronan thought about it, but quickly rejected the idea, "I am not even a link now, and the moist jungle is a trial place mainly open to first-level wizards. Travis would not be so stupid, leaving such a Obviously something to criticize

There is a high probability that you are borrowing other people's hands to achieve what you want. "

Travis is a third-level wizard, and the power of connections he can mobilize is at most a second-level wizard, the level of an ordinary second-level wizard.

"For a first-level wizard, how can there be anything ordinary or extraordinary about a second-level wizard?"

Ronan shook his head. The mental power of a second-level wizard is condensed into crystal. The mental power of a wizard who has just entered the second level is at least ten times that of the late first-level wizard.

what does that mean?

This means that any spell cast by a second-level wizard will be at least ten times more powerful than a late-level first-level wizard.

It does not include the bonus of second-level spells and the enhancement of soul sigils.

The gap in hard power is a huge chasm between first and second level wizards.

But Ronan, who had been practicing hard for two months, now felt eager to try and challenge to break this natural chasm.

"Two months ago I was able to kill the second-level Green Thorn Queen Bee. Although wizards at the same level are generally more powerful than Warcraft, I have also become a lot stronger."

Ronan looked down at his palm. His long and well-proportioned fingers were so white and beautiful that they almost didn't look like a man's hand, the hand holding a sword.

But no one knows what kind of terrifying and turbulent power flows underneath.

Ronan didn't know either.

He really wanted to verify this power. After two months of hard training, the pain from being baptized by spells countless times had accumulated in his body, and he was in urgent need of a vent.

"If I can't even pass this level, I won't be qualified to challenge one of them within half a year..."

Ronan murmured in a low voice and gently tightened his hands.

"Hello."

Suddenly, a pleasant voice woke Ronan from his meditation.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a young and beautiful witch beside him.

Black hair, green eyes, and very rare wheat-colored skin, but it gives people a healthy and energetic feeling.

Wearing a silver robe that represents the core of a ring, it exudes the mental fluctuations of a late-level first-level wizard.

"Hello."

The wizard in front of him was obviously not from the seventh magic circle. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but Ronan still responded politely.

"My name is Beyoncé and I'm from the Second Circle."

The beautiful wizard introduced herself to Ronan, and then asked: "Are you participating in this trial mission alone?"

Seeing Ronan nodding, she quickly got to the point, "Then do you want to form a team with us? We already have a lot of people here, including people from all magic circles."

“Beyoncé!”

Before the beautiful witch finished speaking, someone on the deck shouted her name.

A handsome blond young man strode towards them.

The mental energy fluctuations emanating from the blond young man almost made the surrounding air condense into blocks. His eyes swept over Ronan with deep indifference, and then he spoke to the beautiful wizard with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"What are you doing? I've said it many times, don't just invite wizards from other circles to join, especially this one"

The beautiful witch named Beyoncé wanted to say something to Ronan, but she was forcibly pulled away by the blond young man. She could only give Ronan an apologetic look.

Ronan withdrew his gaze calmly and continued to look at the scenery that was passing rapidly in front of him.

It can be seen that most magic circle wizards go out to download dungeons by forming a team.

"Lone wolves" like him are rare.

The magic airship finally stopped in a beautiful forest. The entrance to the "Moist Jungle" secret space was a huge tree hole.

Ronan followed a group of magic circle wizards through the tree hole, and after entering, it was a completely different world.

It's dark and humid, with a lingering rancid smell in the air. Just two steps away is a huge black mud swamp, and beyond that is a dense black jungle.

Before getting off the airship, Ronan got a simple map of the "Moist Jungle" distributed by the Magic Circle. When he grabbed the rune stone and looked at the map, the fellow Magic Circle wizards had already left quickly in groups of threes and threes.

When he finished checking the entire map and looked up, he was the only one left here.

Benigo didn't know where exactly the "brain-eating flowers" grew, but he just told him that brain-eating flowers usually grow in places where there are many monsters or animals, because brain-eating flowers use the brains of living creatures as nutrients for their growth, and Where brain-eating flowers grow, there are usually large areas of glow-in-the-dark moss growing nearby.

"We can only look for it slowly."

Ronan put away the rune stone map, shook his head, randomly found a direction, activated the flying ring and left in the air.

In the black twisted forest, violent fluctuations of energy particles continued to come out.

"Ice Blade!"

"Howling frost!"

Ronan's body was suspended in mid-air, his robe drooped naturally, and he continued to summon ice spells one after another, and threw them towards a huge purple spider lying on a strange black tree covered with dead vines.

His surroundings were covered with silver threads, and there were probably tens of thousands of densely packed little round-bellied spiders swarming toward him like a tide along the ubiquitous silver spider threads.

But before each of them could get closer, they were frozen into small lumps of ice by the extremely cold air emanating from Ronan's body, and they fell down with a crackle. There was already a thick layer of ice lumps of little spider corpses under Ronan's feet. .

"Frost Spear!"

Ronan summoned a cold spell spear at will, as if it were made of ice crystals.

After the spear appeared, silver metallic liquid flowed from under the robe on his right arm, quickly covering the ice spear.

The ice spear blessed by silver metal shot out like lightning, piercing the huge spider's body almost instantly.

The latter screamed in pain and rage, with a look of fear in its purple compound eyes, but before it could turn around and run away, the silver spear stuck in its belly suddenly exploded.

"High-energy crucible!"

"boom!"

The huge magical power directly exploded the purple spider of the mid-level first-order monster to pieces, followed by spraying out countless broken limbs, and the sticky juice splashed everywhere, making a small area around it smell extremely fishy.

Ronan patted his robe, walked up in the air, rummaged randomly behind the remains of the Warcraft spider, and finally picked a bunch of weird grapes that looked like dozens of eyeballs packed together in a hidden and inconspicuous corner.

He glanced at it casually and put the rather precious potion into his storage pocket.

Ronan continued walking deeper into the jungle.

There are quite a lot of valuable magic potions in the humid jungle. Ronan has obtained five of them one after another along the way. He sells them to wizards or potions stores in need. It is estimated that he can get more than 100 high-level magic potions. Stone comes into account.

At the first level of ice spell proficiency, all the proficiency levels have entered proficiency. With the metal spells at the proficiency level and the nightmare tungsten steel after [Silverization], even if he does not use [Frozen Earth] and expands the field of despair, his combat effectiveness is better than average. The mid-level wizards are much stronger.

"The bonus of Nightmare Tungsten Steel [Silverization] to metal spells is too great. This is still not linked to ice spells. If I were minoring in dark spells, I would probably exert less combat power. More perverted."

Ronan sighed softly in his heart.

After this series of battles, he finally understood that even if he didn't use the power of the extraordinary realm, he was still not an ordinary first-level wizard.

Obtaining Benigo's Nightmare Tungsten Steel is like holding a high-level powerful "artifact" in his hand. As long as he is willing to work hard on metal spells, he will be able to walk sideways among first-level wizards sooner or later.

Unfortunately, Ronan's goal is far from being "invincible at the same level".

"Are you looking in the wrong direction? There are no clues about brain-eating flowers at all."

Ronan walked through the dim forest, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

He is not the first person to enter the "humid jungle", and he is certainly not the only person who knows about the existence of "brain-eating flowers".

If he keeps running around like a headless fly, he might not even be qualified to compete for the brain-eating flower.

"Kacha——"

Suddenly at this moment, Ronan's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly turned in one direction.

The super five senses brought by [Immaculate Body] made him seem to hear the sound of someone fighting in the distance.

Without much hesitation, Ronan rushed straight to the direction where the sound came from.

Soon, his mental power captured the fluctuations of energy particles, which were indeed traces of someone casting a spell.

But as Ronan approached, the traces of the spell fluctuations became weaker and weaker. It looked like the battle had already come to an end?

"Shua——"

Ronan's flying figure suddenly hovered between the shadows of the trees.

He stood quietly in the air, his eyes passed through the gaps of countless twisted and entangled tree branches, and accurately fell on the figure of a silver-robed wizard in the distance.

Even the mental power of a first-level wizard could not sense this distance, but under the azure blue, he could see it clearly.

The wizard, who was also a magic circle, had a corpse of a magic beast lying at his feet. It seemed that he had just killed a magic beast and was sorting out the harvest.

Ronan shook his head and was about to turn around and leave.

But just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly turned back.

His eyes were fixed on the wizard's feet. The edge of the animal leather boots seemed to be stained with a little fluorescent color.

Looking in the direction behind him, several footprints that also emitted a faint fluorescent color came into Ronan's eyes.

"He passed by a place where luminous moss grew."

In the damp and rotten place, the air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses. From time to time, broken bones half buried in the soil could be seen under the twisted black strange trees.

Six or seven men and women in silver robes gathered in this small dirty open space, each with a serious look, as if they were discussing something.

"I have heard of Babers from the first ring."

A brown-haired wizard with narrow eyes whispered: "His metal puppetry is well-known in the circles of first-level wizards in several rings..."

"Individual strength is nothing. Velen is also on the threshold of second-level wizards. It is not a problem to deal with Babers.

The key is that the guy has more people under him than us..."

Someone spoke up.

"Can we discuss an alliance with the guy who leads the third ring, kick Babers and his gang out first, and then decide the ownership of the brain-eating flower?"

"Velen! What do you think?"

In the center of the crowd, a blond young man with a strong mental power fluctuation that almost condensed the air heard his companions' call, and the light in his eyes flashed quickly, as if he was thinking about the balance.

Suddenly, he glanced around and frowned tightly.

"Where is Beyonce? Has anyone seen Beyonce?"

After he said this, the other silver-robed wizards noticed that their small team had lost a person without knowing when?

Just as the group was getting ready to start looking for their missing companions.

"Shua——"

There was a rustling sound of footsteps coming from the bushes next to the clearing, followed by a petite figure quickly jumping out of the bushes.

"Don't look! I'm here!"

The beautiful wheat-skinned witch responded loudly while panting.

However, behind her, there was a figure following.

White hair, blue eyes, silver-gray robes.

He was a young man with a cool temperament and extremely handsome appearance.