Wizard Bloodline

"Don't kill me!!"

The high-pitched and distorted screams startled a large flock of birds in the forest.

Ronan stood there quietly with no expression on his face.

The long sword in his hand was hovering straight in the air, and the edge of the long sword filled with cold light was less than three centimeters away from a face that had been frightened and had no color at all.

When Ronan saw the other party's appearance clearly, he was slightly stunned.

"Eugene?!"

This "rookie" wizard who was hiding behind the trees and secretly casting spells on him turned out to be the wizard Eugene who had a conflict and festival with him at the gathering!

"Don't kill me...don't kill me."

At this time, Eugene was completely frightened by Ronan's sword.

His whole body was trembling, and he knelt on the ground, his face full of collapse and panic, and he couldn't say a word except begging for mercy.

Ronan looked up and down at Eugene's current appearance.

He was carrying large and small bags on his back, and there were bulging bags under his robe, obviously a lot of things were stuffed there.

At first glance, you can tell that they are moving to escape.

With a little thought, it is easy to guess the cause and effect.

Eugene, who was on the run, had the misfortune to run into himself, who had a problem with him. He was originally afraid of being nervous, and he was also worried that he would be disadvantageous to him if they met, so he thought of hiding in the bushes and striking first.

However, I really can't live up to expectations. I have been able to recite a zero-level low-level spell more than ten times and still can't get it out smoothly.

Looking at Eugene kneeling in fear and begging for mercy in front of him, he also thought about his arrogant, domineering, sinister and mean look at the meeting.

Ronan suddenly lost any interest in revenge and felt dull for a while.

"Go away."

Ronan put away his sword and cursed softly.

As if Eugene was granted amnesty, he hurriedly ran back, crawling on the ground. The large and small packages hidden in the robe on his back fell rustlingly, which really made Ronan speechless for a while.

Suddenly, Ronan seemed to have thought of something and opened his mouth to stop Eugene who was escaping in a hurry.

"etc!"

Eugene's body froze for a moment, and he slowly turned around with a look of despair.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'm just asking you a few questions."

Ronan said calmly: "Did you see old Wells on the way here?"

"Yes!"

Eugene immediately pointed in the direction.

Ronan was slightly refreshed, he didn't expect to gain anything, and judging from the way Eugene blurted it out, he probably wasn't lying to himself.

"Then where did you hear the news about the black-robed wizard? Tell me in detail what you know."

"Black robe?"

Eugene was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard Ronan's question, and then his eyes widened, and even greater panic crawled onto his cheeks.

"The black-robed wizard has already called?!"

Like a frightened rabbit, Eugene looked around subconsciously, his face full of nervousness and fear.

Ronan was confused by his reaction.

"It's not because of the black robe, then why are you running away with your belongings?"

"It's because I heard there are monsters!"

Eugene stammered: "They said there are monsters running out from deep in the forest and eating people everywhere."

"What?!"

This time it was Ronan's turn to be surprised.

Warcraft!

It's amazing that the forest is in such chaos now. It turns out that it's not just the black-robed wizards who are causing trouble, but also monsters that are raging!

Ronan's face suddenly turned ugly, and he wanted to ask Eugene a few more questions, but when he looked up, he found that this guy had already run away.

He didn't bother to chase him anymore. With Eugene's timid appearance, he probably wouldn't be able to ask anything.

Standing there with his eyes flashing rapidly for a while, Ronan still didn't change his mind about finding someone to save him.

It's just that there is another monster in the unknown risk, so he has to move faster.

He quickly walked up and opened a few packages that Eugene accidentally left behind when he escaped. He looked at them and found that they were all bottles and jars containing unknown medicinal powders.

Ronan slapped his forehead suddenly and said he regretted it.

"Forgot that this guy is still a pharmacist."

"I should have taken the opportunity to blackmail him severely. I might as well have brought down a few bottles of useful potions... ugh..."

In the forest, Venetia helped old Wells stagger along, with little Cheryl following beside him.

The three of them looked panicked and looked back from time to time, as if something was chasing them behind them.

"Leave me alone. Cough cough cough."

Old Wells suddenly spoke, coughing violently, and the skirt of his robe was stained with blood.

"Our little trick won't fool him for long, the black-robed wizard will catch up soon.

I'll hold him back for a while, Venetia, take Cheryl and run away quickly."

Old Wells' face was pale and bloodless, and he seemed to have aged ten years suddenly, but his tone was quite firm.

Venicia bit her lip and said nothing. Her body remained motionless as if it was still where it was.

Cheryl, on the other hand, clutched Old Wells' thigh tightly, tears streaming down her face, and she kept shaking her little head in a crying voice.

"No! Don't! Let's not leave Grandpa Wells behind!"

Old Wells urged him repeatedly, but the two men, one big and one small, were as stubborn as two stones and refused to leave him even half a step.

Old Wells sighed deeply and could only shake his head helplessly, letting the two men support him and continue on his way.

The official invasion of the Black Witchland came more than half a year earlier than Old Wells expected. Even after sensing the approaching crisis, he had already evacuated with Venetia and Cheryl as soon as possible, but he was still attacked by a group of people. A cunning and evil black-robed wizard is being targeted.

The latter was a powerful mid-level wizard apprentice, much stronger than Old Wells. Old Wells was seriously injured by his spell after just one encounter with him.

If they had not lived in this forest for decades and knew everything nearby, and had not set up some secret traps early, they might have died when the crisis broke out.

The terrifying enemy could catch up at any time. Now Old Wells could only hope that someone would see the distress signal he released and come in time, so that the three of them might still have a chance to survive.

The three of them supported each other and walked quickly in the forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the silent jungle.

"Three poor bugs can really run"

Old Wells turned his head and looked behind him, only to see that the nightmare-like black-robed figure had indeed appeared again.

His face changed instantly, and he hurriedly ran forward with Venisia and Cheryl.

Old Wells was injured, and the speed of the three people's escape was touching.

But the black-robed wizard who was chasing them was not in a hurry to catch them. He just followed them slowly, with an evil and cruel smile on his corpse-like face, as if he was thinking about how to make their death more interesting.

Just when this cat-and-mouse game was halfway through.

"Swish!"

A figure suddenly jumped out of a dense bush in the direction where the old Wells and the other two escaped, and rushed straight towards them with a nimble figure.

The three were startled, and after seeing the appearance of the person, they were overjoyed.

But the next second, the old Wells seemed to think of something, and hurriedly took two steps forward, shouting anxiously with a face full of anxiety: "Ronan, go! Don't come over... This guy is not something you can deal with!"