Wizard Bloodline

Jerome waved the staff in his hand, carefully controlling the power of the spell flame, melting the huge rocks in front of him into hot magma.

There were two other first-level wizards from different forces working with him.

One would mix some special metal particles into Jerome's melted magma, and the other would be responsible for cooling and solidifying the "mixed" magma into huge cubes.

After that, these concrete blocks that meet the standards will be sent to the next place, where special wizards will engrave some simple runes on these blocks, and then another group of wizards will combine the "refined" concrete blocks into the prototype of the competition arena, and finally the final "reinforcement" and decoration

Every step seems to be orderly, everything is calm and orderly.

There is no communication between the wizards responsible for each process. Only when their mental strength is exhausted and they need to "change shifts", they will simply say a few words, and after getting permission, they will quietly walk to an empty corner to meditate alone.

The reason is that in addition to the fact that wizards from different forces are not familiar with each other, the wizards who participated in the construction of the arena have "special identities" in this place.

They are not elite geniuses who were invited here. On the contrary, their identities and status in their respective forces are very ordinary.

They appear here because they have accepted the corresponding "task".

This is a venue for geniuses. Any wizard passing by may be a genius from various forces that are dozens of times stronger than them.

They are at the "bottom" here, and they do things that only low-level wizards do. It's not that they are out of place, but they are indeed like a bunch of "background boards" that are extremely easy to be ignored.

Another huge concrete block was successfully formed under the spell. Jerome exhaled lightly, feeling that his mental power was running out. He thought that after the next piece of concrete was completed, he should find someone to "change shifts".

He was chanting the spell in a low voice, preparing to build the next concrete block, when someone suddenly came over and interrupted his spell.

The person who came was a second-level wizard from the Thorn Palace, responsible for supervising and directing the work in their small area.

Although they came from different forces, Jerome still maintained enough respect for the other party. He stopped what he was doing and was thinking about listening to the other party's instructions, but the latter just gave him a look and looked in a certain direction.

Jerome followed the other party's gaze and saw a slender figure wearing black and gray with exquisite silver edges, with his back to him, and he couldn't see his specific appearance.

Jerome slowly walked towards the back, gradually feeling the mental fluctuations emanating from the other party.

That was the pressure that belonged to the second-level wizard, and it was the pressure that could only be released by wizards above the middle stage of the second level. He gradually felt some doubts and tension in his heart, and kept thinking whether he had just performed poorly in some place and accidentally "provoked" a big figure from another force who passed by.

Just as Jerome approached, the back turned around.

Behind the slender and tall back, a very young and handsome face was revealed.

The moment Jerome saw this face, he felt dazed for a moment, with a mixture of familiarity and strangeness. He felt as if he had seen this face somewhere before, until.

The handsome and elegant young man greeted him calmly: "Long time no see... Lord Jerome."

Some memories that were not too long ago and deep enough quickly surged up, Jerome's pupils contracted, and he called out the other person's name in a low voice.

"Ronan... Are you Ronan Damien?!"

More and more magic airships fell from the sky, and powerful wizards entered the field. Under the six high-hanging "Dawn Sun", huge competition arenas rose from the ground one after another.

The Goblin Plain at sunset gradually became lively.

However, in this warm and noisy scene, Ronan and the other person standing opposite each other seemed unexpectedly quiet.

Ronan could see the turbulent emotions under Jerome's seemingly calm appearance. He had expected such a result, and the atmosphere between the two became a little subtle and awkward.

In the end, it was Jerome who took the initiative to break the awkwardness, "I didn't expect to see you here... Damien."

Ronan sighed in a low voice, "I didn't expect it either."

He really didn't expect to meet Jerome in this competition. When he was in Hoddam College, he had "promoted" him several times as a first-level official wizard, and later gave him a map of the area near Hoddam.

It was the silver magic ring that guided Ronan to the map. It can be said that if it weren't for Jerome, Ronan might not be standing here today.

However, Ronan was not very surprised that Jerome appeared as a wizard of Molten Crystal Lake.

He remembered that when Jerome was in Hoddam College, he practiced the magic of the [Lava Fire Ring] school, and it was natural for him to join Molten Crystal Lake.

"You are much better than I thought."

Jerome looked at Ronan in front of him, his lips moved slightly, "Are you here to watch the game as a member of the French Ring?"

Ronan hesitated for a moment, without much explanation, nodded, and said: "I guess so."

The expression on Jerome's face became more complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He witnessed with his own eyes Ronan's defeat of Lola who had reached the late stage of the first level after defeating "Rampage" when he first entered the first level. He once concluded that Ronan might one day reach the height of the dean of Hoddam College.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly. Only a short time had passed since the original battle, and Ronan would have been promoted to the second level.

And they are not ordinary second-level wizards. Those who can be invited to watch this competition are the famous and outstanding leaders of the same level from all wizarding forces. Ordinary people are not qualified.

"Let's talk about something else."

Ronan changed the subject, thought for a moment and asked, "How is the academy doing now?"

"Long gone."

Jerome shook his head and said, "But the wizarding land still exists. Several of Goya's wizards who have reached the official level returned to Hoddam after the incident subsided. They rebuilt a small force on the ruins, barely like before. That manages the order of the entire wizarding land."

"Goya..."

Ronan recited the name silently, and he remembered that it seemed to be the blue-robed witch who escaped with Jerome when the Scarlet Tower invaded.

"..Actually, the dean's original arrangement for us was to take Laura to the Thorn Palace with us. The dean became independent from the Thorn Palace.

During her battle with the Level 3 Wizard of the Scarlet Tower, she gave up everything and left everything to the resurrected Lola.

In fact, we can still live a good life, relying on the dean’s legacy.”

Jerome continued, "Lola, who inherited the Innocent Wood, was highly regarded by the Thorn Palace and was even designated as a genius to be trained. Goya and I both had the idea of ​​switching to plant-based magic.

But later, it was revealed that Laura secretly assassinated members of the Scarlet Tower wizards, and the Thorn Palace spent a lot of money to save her.

Laura was punished and imprisoned. I don’t know when it was, but Goya and I heard the news about her murder and defection.”

"After this incident broke out, we naturally had no shame in staying in the Thorn Palace any longer, so we left.

Goya returned to Hoddam, and I relied on some inheritance connections from the previous [Lava Ring of Fire] to join the Molten Crystal Lake."

Throughout the entire narration, Jerome's expression seemed calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Ronan listened to the entire follow-up and pursed his lips, not knowing how to evaluate it.

"Mad Dog" Laura's operation is still so unexpected, but it seems reasonable and reasonable. It is completely what her paranoid, crazy, selfish and indifferent character can do.

This kind of person really doesn't deserve any sympathy. Her existence will only bring endless trouble and disaster to the people standing around her. Letting her fend for herself is the best way to deal with it.

Ronan was silent for a while, and finally took out a storage belt bag and handed it to Jerome.

"I still have to thank Lord Jerome for the original map."

Jerome looked into Ronan's eyes and felt something undeniable in the calmness and depth.

He nodded and silently put away the storage belt bag.

Ronan said nothing more, simply said hello, turned and left.

Jerome stood there for a long time, looking at Ronan's retreating back, with a complicated expression on his face as he didn't know what he was thinking.

Until a majestic and deep voice interrupted Jerome from his emotional reminiscing, "Come with me."

Jerome turned his head following the sound, only to see a gorgeous robe covered with orange and gold patterns, and a spiritual power as hot and huge as a lake of lava.

His heart suddenly jumped, he responded quickly, and then followed the other person in a certain direction respectfully.

On the way, Jerome couldn't suppress his inner anxiety and couldn't help but said: "Sir, can I ask, is there something wrong?"

The second-level wizard of Molten Crystal Lake who was leading the way paused, slowly turned his body sideways, and looked at him with a cold expression.

"What's up?"

"Ronan Damien, the genius wizard with the greatest potential in the new generation of the Silver Ring, is also the opponent we will face in this competition.

You asked me why I secretly contacted him in private before the competition was about to begin? ! "

Hearing the other party's answer, Jerome froze on the spot, with a "buzzing" sound in his head.

He thought he had imagined Ronan as good enough, but he didn't expect.

What kind of terrifying height has Ronan reached now?

Ronan's eyes flashed slightly when he saw Jerome being taken away by the wizard of Crystal Lake, but he didn't take it to heart.

It should be just a routine interrogation. The storage bag he gave Jerome only contained some resources that were valuable to a first-level wizard but were useless to him, so they would not cause any trouble to Jerome.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ronan walked towards the "station" on the side of the Silver Magic Ring.

At this time, almost all the people from all forces were present, occupying six positions respectively, and gathered together clearly.

On the side of the Silver Ring, Ronan saw that Caroni, who led the second battlefield last time, was also the ring master of the third ring. In addition, there was another person who should also be a ring master, a powerful third man. A super wizard, sitting next to Caroni.

Kirsty didn't come.

Carloni noticed Ronan and waved to him from a distance.

Ronan walked over there and noticed Orion who was "glaring" on the way.

Known as the "four-color metal" and the strongest genius of the younger generation in the Ring of Laws, he is as confident and proud as last time.

Orion, whose head was covered with gold threads that shone like the sun in the night, sat quietly in the center under the two ring masters, his eyes always looking in one direction.

Ronan turned around and took a glance. Well, as expected, it was Jupiter, the "most forcible king" who he regarded as his biggest opponent.

Perhaps sensing Ronan's observing gaze, Orian turned his head.

Ronan paused and looked at Orian from afar.

Unexpectedly, Orian nodded slightly at him, and then looked away.

Ronan was almost "flattered", but he couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart: It is still unknown how strong these top geniuses are, but they are more powerful than the others in their words and deeds. higher.

As Ronan approached, the members of the Magic Circle on both sides of the place he passed moved out of the way, automatically making way for him.

Ronan walked up to Caroni and the two. Caroni's eyes were gentle and he introduced him: "This is the leader of the fourth magic circle, Achido."

Ronan's eyes turned to the person next to Caroni. He was a fair-skinned, handsome man with long hair like Ronan. His facial contours were even close to soft, and he had a "prettier" temperament than a woman. .

The latter squinted his eyes and looked him up and down with a look that Ronan couldn't understand.

Ronan looked calm and saluted Caroni and the man one by one.

"There is no need to put too much psychological pressure, just do your best. For you, this competition is just a trial and training. What is important is not the ranking, but the harvest."

Carloni told him that his words were similar to Kirsty's, and then asked him to find his own place to sit down. The competition was about to begin.

After Ronan turned around and left, the long-haired man next to Caroni emitted a slight amount of mental energy and set up a temporary isolation force field, covering the two of them.

"Tsk"

The lithe man exclaimed in surprise, "I now understand why you have such misunderstanding.

The first time I saw this Damien, I almost thought he was one of my wandering heirs.

His appearance and temperament are almost exactly the same as when I was young. "

"It's just a bit similar. After all, you both major in ice spells..."

Carloni shook his head, "But Damien is much tougher and more violent than you at heart. You have never seen his bloodline when it is activated. Even the blood of the ancient Balrog of the Sakirs family will fall to their knees and lie dormant."

"Have you ever researched the origin of his bloodline?"

the lithe man asked.

"More than one person was interested. But they were all rejected by Kirsty."

"A powerful and mysterious bloodline, majoring in ice magic but choosing to join the seventh magic circle, Kirsty's unusual maintenance."

The lithe man touched his smooth chin and suddenly thought of a possibility, "Tell me, could this Damien be that guy's heir?"

"Do you feel that way too?"

Caroni looked at the stars and whispered: "I also see the shadow of Shelby in him."

"Probably only Kirsty knows the answer."

As night falls, the sky of the Goblin Plain is filled with stars, and the "spiritual light" released by the six Dawn Wizards illuminates a small half of the plain.

Four huge competition arenas were erected, and ten people from each of the six forces stepped out.