Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 281 - 146 First Battlefield, ’Four-Colored Metal’ Orian_2

Chapter 281: Chapter 146 First Battlefield, ’Four-Colored Metal’ Orian_2

"Don’t be mad, even if Seri didn’t tell me, Borbi would have notified me right away.

I made a point of instructing him to do so, as I’ve been wanting to have a good chat with you..."

Clements spoke naturally to Ronan, without the aggressive demeanor he had during their initial battle.

Ronan didn’t mind his attitude either. After all, their fight was a friendly contest without any personal grudges, and in the end, both got what they wanted.

In other words.

He and Clements could become friends.

"You look nothing like the dejected person Borbi described..."

Ronan stepped aside slightly to let Clements come to the table beside him.

Clements shook his head with a somewhat helpless expression and said, "Orian is the chosen heir of the First Ring Master, who has already mastered the mysterious connection between metal and element and is a truly talented person who has grasped the true essence of the Silver Magic Ring Inheritance. With the title of ’Four-Colored Metal’.

Even if I stood at the same height as him, I would still have no chance against him. I feel some dejection at losing, but not as much as you might imagine..."

Ronan pondered over Clements’ words, which seemed to involve matters he had not yet had time to encounter.

Just as he was thinking, Clements spoke up, "Do you know why the Magic Ring is holding this internal exchange competition?"

Ronan shook his head.

"To further select suitable candidates who are qualified to go to the First Battlefield..."

Clements looked at Ronan, "Lord Kosti, the Ring Master, has sent you elsewhere, deliberately causing you to miss this competition. It seems she never intended for you to go to the First Battlefield.

That’s also..."

Clements paused, speaking with a hint of emotion, "You possess a powerful ancient bloodline, and your Talent far surpasses mine. Given time, you could grow to a height comparable to Orian’s.

What you lack right now is not opportunities to sharpen yourself, but time...

Indeed, there’s no need to participate in the First Battlefield, as it would actually be bad for you."

"What is the First Battlefield? Is it related to the Mirror Court?"

Ronan asked with a frown.

He had just learned from Clements that Kosti’s real intention in sending him to White Stone Castle to seek what was called "Talent Transplant" was secondary. The real purpose was apparently to send him away, and it seemed to be another layer of protection for him.

Yet she had repeatedly emphasized that she would not let him become "a flower in a greenhouse"... How duplicitous of her.

"It is related to the Mirror Court."

Clements nodded and continued, "The First Battlefield is our private designation for the innermost core area of the Mirror Court.

The Thunder Council, Crimson Tower, Black Nightmare Swamp, Thorny Palace, Melt Crystal Lake, and our Silver Magic Ring.

The six great southern Wizard Forces have worked together to unlock the rune prohibitions surrounding the core area of the Ancient Mirror Garden Secret Realm. However, after preliminary exploration, this core area has been roughly divided into three layers.

To allocate manpower reasonably, these three layers will be explored by young wizards of different levels and strengths...

That is, the so-called First, Second, and Third Battlefields.

The First Battlefield is the most dangerous and difficult to explore, so those who are qualified to enter are the strongest and most outstanding geniuses among the six great Wizarding Forces.

I was hoping to compete for a spot in the First Battlefield myself, but unfortunately, I met Orian in the first round of the competition and now will probably have to settle for the Second Battlefield.

The arrangement Lord Kosti has for you is probably also for the Second Battlefield. The Third Battlefield, though less dangerous, would be of almost no value to you in terms of gaining experience..."

As a seasoned genius of the Magic Ring, Clements had been with the Silver Magic Ring much longer than Ronan and knew and had encountered far more than Ronan.

The two simply sat down at the long table, and Borbi, smiling warmly, brought over tea and snacks, seemingly very pleased to see them engaging in a friendly exchange.

.....

Two days later.

A grand and peculiar energy fluctuation slowly emanated from the metallic circle above the Silver Magic Ring, spreading throughout the entirety of the Magic Ring.

The summoned young wizards walked out from under the seven silver-white towers, converging towards the base of the metallic circle like scattered sparks gathering together.

At the same time that the energy fluctuation spread, three immensely large Magic Airships gradually emerged in the center of the metallic circle, like three giant metallic silver fish. Their bodies emitted a bright blue glow, silently floating in the sky.

Atop the Silver-white Tower of the Seventh Magic Rings, two figures rode the gentle breeze, flying out side by side.

One figure appeared to be in his early twenties, with gaunt cheeks and average looks, but the lapis lazuli-like eyes were dazzling, adding a considerable charm to his appearance.

The other was much younger and more striking, with a tall and well-proportioned figure, white hair and blue eyes, possessing the mysterious and elegant demeanor of wizard nobility.

It was Clements and Ronan, who had both received the signal that the Mirror Garden Secret Realm was about to open, stepping out together.

"..Have you memorized all the information I gave you?"

Clements, leading Ronan toward the direction of the three giant Magic Airships, advised him, "All that detail comprises of precious oddities previously unearthed from the Mirror Court Secret Realm. Understanding them thoroughly will help you know which items are of high value and worth fighting for during the exploration..."

Ronan nodded.

He and Clements, after spending two days in Kosti’s study, could already be considered friends.

Clements’ personality was quite amiable. Not only had he enriched Ronan with a lot of knowledge, but he had also specifically compiled a "treasure checklist" of the Mirror Garden for him.

Although it was impossible to cover all the items that might be encountered during the upcoming exploration, it summarized a significant part.

Purposeful exploration was far more efficient than wandering aimlessly without any target, like a headless fly.

The two gradually approached and stopped under the huge metallic circle which served as the symbolic structure of the Magic Ring.

Like them, a large number of fellow wizard peers from the Seventh Magic Rings were also summoned, almost all possessing strength at the Late Level 1 Stage or above, including not a few wizards at Level 2 and above.

Ronan roughly counted and noticed that there were roughly around three hundred people in total.

"So many people..."

Ronan whispered softly, but Clements, hearing his exclamation, shook his head: "Many? Wait till you see the people from the other five forces, then you’ll know what true numbers are.

This time, the quota our Magic Ring has obtained is actually quite small, especially for the personnel qualifications for the first and second battlefields...

Compared to the other wizard forces, the Magic Ring still falls short in overall strength and heritage. We’re probably only ranked fourth or fifth among the six great forces..."

Ronan remained silent, his gaze attracted to a group of people in a certain direction.

It was a small wizard group of probably about ten people.

Each held strengths above the Late Level 2 Stage, each with a formidable aura, in looks and demeanor they were incomparable, not in the least bit inferior to Clements standing beside Ronan.

When so many young and outstanding Genius Wizards gathered together, the aura naturally carried by them suddenly became more eye-catching, attracting the gaze of all the wizards present and instantly becoming the center and focus of the crowd.

And standing quietly at the front of these true "Heaven’s Chosen Sons" was a young man with a tall figure, incredibly dazzling.

The radiance he emitted alone overshadowed the auras of the ten plus Level 2 "Heaven’s Prides" behind him.

He had handsome features and short golden hair that sparkled in the sunlight, like flowing strands of gold. His silver-white eyes were like profound, serene lakes, emitting mysterious light.

Radiating from him was the incomparable immense spiritual power fluctuation of a Level 3 Official Wizard, the splendor of four brilliant "Arrogant Suns" superimposed together.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the figure of the young Level 3 Wizard, feeling the other’s grace.

Then he heard Clements whispering in his ear: "See that? That’s Orian...rumored to have a soul age that has not yet exceeded fifty..."