Chapter 311: Chapter 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 ti, and as for how far he could go in the competition, it would depend on the strength of the opponents he encounters at that ti.
…
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.
Recently, Benny has started experinting 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 so 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 mont, 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 seed to stop a bit.”
“What direction did you pick?”
“Gray Elves.”
“You have Elf bloodline in you too?”
Ronan blinked, rembering Kosti had told him that he also carried an extrely diluted Moonlight Elf bloodline.
Benny was a Gray Elf, was this so kind of wonderful fate?
Benny glanced at him, shook his head, and said: “Is that strange? Didn’t you know that a long ti ago, the Elf Clan had already beco 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 experintal data, Benny, seeing Ronan looking idle, casually asked: “Judging from the ti, the genius competition you ntioned before should be starting soon, right? You’re not hard at practice, yet have ti 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 up has arrived. Well then, old Benny…I’ll be off.”
Hearing Ronan’s quirky na 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 ters long and over four ters high appeared in his sight.
Ronan narrowed his eyes and advanced towards the airship.
Before he got close, two figures erged 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 handso in appearance but with a more mature deanor.
It was Clents 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, mbers 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. Clents and Deby were qualified to watch the contest, so Ronan simply decided to accompany the two.
“Damien!”
When the three t, they greeted Ronan briefly, boarded the airship, and Clents said: “Our trip to Goblin Plain will take about one day. The competition will take place in three days, so we have plenty of ti.”
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.
Clents was aware that Ronan would be representing the Magic Rings in the competition and went out of his way to collect so 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…”
Clents flipped to a page in the materials belonging to lt Crystal Lake and pointed to a na, “Ignatius,” speaking to Ronan with a slightly serious expression: “This person is the number one wizard of the current generation at lt 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 sa 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 na “Angelie Leon” on the parchnt page, inquiring of Clents and the others.
It was the first ti he had learned Angelie’s full na. The information displayed behind his na was very limited, with only a few brief phrases such as “Early Level 3.”
Level 3…
He rembered seeing Angelie at the Late Level 2 Stage in their last eting; 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…”
Clents 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, Clents and the others spoke about the exploration of the Mirror Court.
About a month earlier, the exploration of the Third Battlefield had also co to an end. Lanni and others of the Seventh Magic Rings returned with many injured, and even so 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 tis, whose combat power was extrely terrifying, causing significant casualties among all forces.
The Third Battlefield was the Magic Plants and Magic dicine Garden of the Ancient Mirror Garden Wizards. It was common to have guardian forces, and this outco was expected by all forces. Moreover, the harvest of the Third Battlefield was indeed quite substantial.
In comparison, the First and Second Battlefields seed much safer by contrast, at least there were no reports of anyone perishing…
Ronan was montarily stunned upon hearing this news, suddenly feeling sowhat disoriented.
It seed 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 co 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 so 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 so 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…”
Clents ca up beside him, resting his hands on the tal railing, and spoke to him.
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