Wizard Bloodline

Although the victim was frightened and ran away.

But to be on the safe side, Ronan left the city.

In the wilderness outside the city, I found a hidden location with bright moonlight and continued to check the remaining things.

Four wizard books, one of which is full of legends about various undead wizards and monsters, like a collection of stories to relieve boredom.

One about Potions, much more detailed than the one Ronan left in the treehouse.

The remaining two books record three undead spells, two zero-level low-level [Corrosion Missile] and [Skeleton Thrust], and one zero-level intermediate-[Howl of the Dead].

Ronan studied the latter for a long time and found out that it was mainly about how to control the undead to send out sonic shocks to affect the opponent's mental spellcasting.

No wonder this black robe has a ghost-breeding magic ring in his hand.

I guess I didn't study it clearly, so I didn't wear it on my body.

The three spells were all of the undead type, and Ronan was hesitant about whether to learn them or not.

There's nothing much to say about the first two low-level ones, mainly the last intermediate-level [Howling of the Souls] spell.

This spell actually meets Ronan's requirements for control methods. It also has specific inheritance and casting props. It can be said that it is specially prepared for Ronan.

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"Once you learn necromancy spells, your body will inevitably be contaminated with traces of negative energy particles. At this juncture of the invasion of black witches, will the academy wizards be regarded as undercover agents of the Forest of Death Rattles?"

Ronan hesitated for a while, but finally decided to put it aside for now.

Among the remaining bottles of potions, Ronan looked like a potion for quickly restoring mental power. However, he was worried that there might be some differences in the inheritance between black robes and gray robes, and there might be some differences in taking potions, so he did not dare to touch it. .

The last pile of debris of uncertain value was mostly animal offal soaked in special potions, dried animal carcasses, unknown powders, strange wood chips, etc., which looked like they were used for alchemy or magic potions. Test materials.

Ronan wanted to throw it away, but he had read too many novels in his previous life and was worried that there might be some great treasure hidden in it.

After much hesitation, he finally took advantage of the darkness and burned it together with the first pile of garbage.

As the last leaf of the sycamore tree in the forest falls, the battle between the wizard land of Hoddam and the black wizard land of the Forest of Deathrattles has completely begun.

Almost every day, you can see teams of well-trained elite wizards coming out of the academy.

The magic airship swayed away, and there was even an official wizard who looked like a blazing sun and accompanied him through the sky.

After the real war started, it had little to do with the group of wandering wizards wandering around the town.

The war between two wizard gathering places is all about large resource points, strategic points that are crucial to a force. The life and death of the bottom wizard group has almost no impact on the entire battle situation.

The wandering wizards, who had temporarily escaped from the crisis of their lives, all discussed the topic of this battle after tea and dinner.

What a formal wizard war, a fierce battle for a small magic stone mine, a battle between the talented wizard students of Hoddam Academy and the Forest of Deathrattles.

All kinds of news and rumors are flying everywhere.

Here in the town, the original tense, uneasy, and anxious collective atmosphere has quietly transformed into an environment that is stable and peaceful, mixed with inexplicable enthusiasm and noise.

"Crunch——"

Ronan stepped on the thick snow, leaving a medium-deep footprint.

He casually picked up a few light yellow matsutake mushrooms brought out by Yukinoshita, threw them into his storage bag, and then continued forward.

This thing tastes good when fried or boiled into soup. Venetia has learned a good cooking skill from Mrs. Qiaolin, and she can cook it later.

There was a "buzzing" sound from the wind behind me.

Ronan stopped, stood on a snowy slope and turned around to look.

I saw several magic airships that looked like sailboats emerging from the white mist in the center of the snow-covered town circle.

The airship flashed with the light of the rune circle being activated, and a wizard in a robe could be vaguely seen in the light.

"It seems that the number of airships dispatched by the academy has become more and more frequent recently. Has the war situation changed again?"

Ronan stared at the several magic airships retreating under the clear sky, his eyes flashed, and he thought to himself.

But this matter had little to do with his little wandering wizard apprentice. He looked at it twice and moved on.

Towards the forest.

As the war progressed, the crisis in black robes that hung over the heads of the wandering gray robes seemed to have faded.

After winter, there were several heavy snowfalls, and the forest became more and more peaceful.

These days, more and more people can no longer hold themselves back and begin to sneak in and out of the forest. Ronan heard that some people have even moved back to the former tree house area.

"After several months of being forced to do so, many people probably can't stand it any longer."

Ronan thought silently in his heart.

Nowadays, prices in cities and towns have dropped a lot and have stabilized, but the cost of living is still higher than before the black robe came.

After months of evacuating in towns, for many low-level wizards, the most worrying thing right now is not to avoid the crisis brought by the black robes, but how to successfully survive this cold winter.

Ronan raised his eyes and looked to both sides. On the white snow, he could see many black spots like him, slowly heading towards the forest.

Everyone carries a mountain of life on their backs, making it difficult for them to move forward.

Ronan shook his head and put strength under his feet.

"boom!"

A big hole exploded on the snow, his robe fluttered like a cape, and he rushed into the forest as agile as an ape.

He ran fast based on his memory, startling the flocks of winter birds.

Ronan entered the forest this time mainly to go back to the tree house where he lived before and retrieve the belongings he had saved a few months ago.

After jogging for a while, Ronan felt that the accumulated depression and depression in his heart had been almost cleared, so he slowed down his pace.

He pushed aside the snow and found an underground spring under a tree hole with white steam. He took a few sips and felt that he was approaching his destination.

The heavy snow covered all traces of the disasters that had happened. Only the lonely and ethereal calls of the forest birds seemed to be still recalling the excitement of the past.

"Kacha——"

Ronan broke off a few branches blocking the road with his bare hands, and the familiar scene of the tree house came into view.

Covered by thick snow, the long vines hanging from the top were covered with icicles, and there was no sign of anyone coming.

Ronan went up to the tree house, opened the door and looked around the scene inside. Except for the mattress wet by the snow and the furniture covered with dust, everything was the same as when he left.

Standing in the hut and silently reminiscing about the past for a while, Ronan quickly put away some things.

Mainly a few wizard books on the bookshelf, unused blank rune stones, rune engraving knives, and some miscellaneous items left by the predecessor.

Before leaving, Ronan stood by the small wooden bed.

Looking at the line of words engraved on the edge of the bed, "Soul is the destination of immortality", Ronan thought for a while, took out the knife he carried with him, and added some content under the bed board along the edge of the bed.