Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 311 - 159: Promotion, Impermanence, Plain_2

Over the past two months, for the upcoming competition of genius wizards from the six great forces, Ronan has indeed given it his all.

He has done all he could to improve himself in a short period of time, and as for how far he could go in the competition, it would depend on the strength of the opponents he encounters at that time.

...

Stepping into the Mini Secret Realm Space, Ronan saw Benny standing in front of the Holy Blood Tree, interacting with it.

Walking over, he saw a fist-sized Blood Spore fall from a branch of the Holy Blood Tree, then securely caught by Benny who was already waiting nearby. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Recently, Benny has started experimenting with small-scale bloodline purification using the Holy Blood Tree. In addition to further laying the groundwork for his plan to resurrect his wife, it was also accumulating experience for Ronan’s next bloodline purification.

"What Magic Beast’s blood?"

Ronan saw Benny take the Blood Spore and gently cut a small cross on it with a Small Knife, then proceeded to inject it directly into his own body, which surprised him.

"It’s my own."

Benny closed his eyes, feeling the entire process of bloodline injection, occasionally pausing to quickly jot down some information in the notebook beside him.

"How does it feel?"

After the entire Blood Spore injection was finished, Ronan couldn’t help asking Benny.

"I did a thorough analysis of my own bloodline, then picked a direction in advance with the Holy Blood Tree before purification. From what I see now..."

Benny felt for a moment, then answered: "The effect is pretty good. Purified bloodline is more vigorous than my original one, and the symptoms of the decay in my soul have also seemed to stop a bit."

"What direction did you pick?"

"Gray Elves."

"You have Elf bloodline in you too?"

Ronan blinked, remembering Kosti had told him that he also carried an extremely diluted Moonlight Elf bloodline.

Benny was a Gray Elf, was this some kind of wonderful fate?

Benny glanced at him, shook his head, and said: "Is that strange? Didn’t you know that a long time ago, the Elf Clan had already become the most favored mating partners for humans...It’s very common for people like us with no wizard background to have a bit of Elf bloodline mixed in."

Ronan pursed his lips and didn’t speak anymore.

After recording all the experimental data, Benny, seeing Ronan looking idle, casually asked: "Judging from the time, the genius competition you mentioned before should be starting soon, right? You’re not hard at practice, yet have time to wander around here..."

"It’s about to start, I’m just here to say hello."

Ronan said, taking out a twinkling Communication Stone from his Space Ring, reading it for a while, then saying: "The airship to pick me up has arrived. Well then, old Benny...I’ll be off."

Hearing Ronan’s quirky name for him, Benny’s mouth twitched slightly, then he raised his pipe as a way of saying farewell.

Ronan said goodbye to the Holy Blood Tree, then strode out of the Mini Secret Realm Space, and after leaving the valley, flew out to the west for dozens of miles before stopping.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a silver-white Magic Airship that was over seven meters long and over four meters high appeared in his sight.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and advanced towards the airship.

Before he got close, two figures emerged from the airship—the tall and thin young man on the left had an ordinary face but a pair of sharp eyes as rare as lapis lazuli, while the young man on the right was also young, quite handsome in appearance but with a more mature demeanor.

It was Clements and Deby, who had previously accompanied Ronan on an expedition to the Second Battlefield of the Mirror Court.

For this genius competition jointly held by the six great forces, members above a certain strength were allowed to attend, with the number being around fifty.

There was no rule from Magic Rings that everyone had to depart together. Clements and Deby were qualified to watch the contest, so Ronan simply decided to accompany the two.

"Damien!"

When the three met, they greeted Ronan briefly, boarded the airship, and Clements said: "Our trip to Goblin Plain will take about one day. The competition will take place in three days, so we have plenty of time."

Ronan nodded, the three sat inside the Magic Airship to rest, and chatted about the various events that had occurred during the two months of Ronan’s intensive training.

Clements was aware that Ronan would be representing the Magic Rings in the competition and went out of his way to collect some information for him, most of which was internal to the Magic Rings, with very little from the other five great forces.

"Besides a few top individuals among them, it’s uncertain who else might participate in the competition. This is all we could gather..."

Clements flipped to a page in the materials belonging to Melt Crystal Lake and pointed to a name, "Ignatius," speaking to Ronan with a slightly serious expression: "This person is the number one wizard of the current generation at Melt Crystal Lake. Your previous defeat of Igor at the Second Battlefield—he is his younger brother.

Although rumors say that the two have always had a bad relationship, they are, after all, bloodline successors of the same family. You should be cautious if you encounter him in the competition..."

Ronan nodded, recalling the face of Igor during his bloodline awakening.

He slowly flipped through the dossier, his eyes sharpening slightly when he reached the page for "Black Nightmare Swamp," and he stopped moving.

"Do you know about this person?"

Ronan extended his finger, gently tapping the name "Angelie Leon" on the parchment page, inquiring of Clements and the others.

It was the first time he had learned Angelie’s full name. The information displayed behind his name was very limited, with only a few brief phrases such as "Early Level 3."

Level 3...

He remembered seeing Angelie at the Late Level 2 Stage in their last meeting; he had advanced so quickly?

"This person is very mysterious, a genius figure that has risen rapidly within the Black Nightmare Swamp in the past few years. He doesn’t act often, but each of his battles has been spectacular..."

Clements pondered: "The most astonishing was when he was Level 2—he defeated a renowned Level 3 Wizard genius of the Black Nightmare Swamp head-on."

"Damien, do you know him?"

Deby noticed the unusual attention Ronan was paying to Angelie and couldn’t help asking.

Ronan shook his head, offering no further explanation.

After perusing the entire set of materials, Clements and the others spoke about the exploration of the Mirror Court.

About a month earlier, the exploration of the Third Battlefield had also come to an end. Lanni and others of the Seventh Magic Rings returned with many injured, and even some who had perished.

And the unfortunate wizard who had died was Travis, who had had a conflict with Ronan.

It was said that the exploration team accidentally triggered a prohibition in the Third Battlefield, releasing a large number of Space-related and Mirror Attribute Magic Puppets left from the ancient times, whose combat power was extremely terrifying, causing significant casualties among all forces.

The Third Battlefield was the Magic Plants and Magic Medicine Garden of the Ancient Mirror Garden Wizards. It was common to have guardian forces, and this outcome was expected by all forces. Moreover, the harvest of the Third Battlefield was indeed quite substantial.

In comparison, the First and Second Battlefields seemed much safer by contrast, at least there were no reports of anyone perishing...

Ronan was momentarily stunned upon hearing this news, suddenly feeling somewhat disoriented.

It seemed like it was only yesterday that he had defeated Travis, and in the blink of an eye, Travis had perished in the Secret Realm.

The path of a wizard was, after all, a difficult one, even for a Level 2 Wizard or a Third Ring Genius.

Tomorrow and accidents, no one knows which will come first...

...

The silver-white airship glided smoothly through the clouds and mist, gradually descending, quickly revealing an expansive plain before Ronan’s eyes.

Close by were some blocky wheat fields, golden in color, with traces of nearby villages.

It was the harvest season and Ronan even spotted a youth nibbling on a stalk of wheat on the edge of a field, gazing up, eyes fixed at their airship moving past.

Further ahead lay the desolate uninhabited regions.

Gradually, scenes of wild animals or Magic Beasts running and resting on the ground could be seen; the plain was not even, with some high mounds protruding and outlines of huge pits.

Ronan stood on the deck of the airship, letting the howling wind rustle his Magic Robe, calmly looking down below.

"The Goblin plain was once truly inhabited by Goblins..."

Clements came up beside him, resting his hands on the metal railing, and spoke to him.