Capítulo 889: Chapter 445: Extre North, an Unexpected Old Friend
As the spinning stone axe tearing through the air approached Ronan, it suddenly stopped mid-air a few ters in front of him without any warning.
It was as if an invisible and powerful hand in the air had firmly grasped the stone axe.
The icefield fell silent for a few seconds, and then the silence was broken by a slightly trembling voice.
“Wi..Wizard…”
The young Gall’s face turned pale white, anxiously retreating in a direction away from Ronan, who now seed even more terrifying than those starving Ice Plain Wolves that earlier wanted to devour him alive.
“Roar——”
Several Barbarians let out a roar in unison, advancing instead of retreating. Their hair and beards bristling, eyes bloodshot, they charged at Ronan, each exuding a sense of madness and an unyielding killing intent.
The air around Ronan gently rippled like water.
Suddenly, he vanished.
When he reappeared, it was without warning, standing right in front of the leading Barbarian.
Ronan was only a few steps away from this fierce Barbarian with a ghastly face and bulging veins.
The Barbarian had sohow produced a giant stone hamr, and with terrifying brute strength, it whistled as it was swung fiercely towards Ronan’s head.
Ronan seed to ignore all of this.
He only stared at the Barbarian in front of him, a strange light in his eyes, and spoke softly:
“Do you still rember ? Nicole.
Hoddam Wizarding Land, Tree House…”
As Ronan spoke each word, the whistling stone hamr abruptly lost all its power, stopping lightly in the air less than a ter from Ronan’s face.
The insanity and blood in the strong Barbarian’s eyes faded away, leaving them standing there dumbfounded, staring at Ronan.
A mont later, from his..no, her mouth, ca slightly awkward words in the common wizard tongue.
“You..you’re Ronan?
Ronan Damien!”
Upon hearing this, Ronan’s gaze beca completely gentle.
He nodded lightly, looking at the person before him, and slowly smiled.
“Yes.
It’s .”
…..
Beneath the tent made of beast skin, by the burning campfire, under the orange glow of the fla, stood a tall and robust middle-aged man. His eyes were fixed intently on Ronan.
After a long while, trembling lips ventured to speak out.
“Damien..are you really Damien?!”
Ronan stood up, extended his hands to the man in front of him, “Andre.”
The latter fumbled nervously and stood up. Quickly, all his emotions turned into profound excitent and joy.
He strode forward, tightly embracing Ronan.
“By the Gods above, I never thought I’d et you again in this lifeti, let alone here in the Far North, thousands of miles from Hoddam..”
Andre spoke incoherently, the two Elven ears unique to their kind lightly trembling with his voice.
“I didn’t expect it either.”
Ronan gently patted Andre’s back, separated from him, and sat down by the campfire again, finally having the chance to take a proper look at him.
Nicole sat beside them, equally unable to conceal her joy and excitent.
Andre and his half-elf sister were Ronan’s first reunion with the apprentice companions he struggled to survive alongside in the Hoddam Tree House District after leaving.
Not only was Ronan excited as well, but the mory of the Hoddam Tree House District was full of recollections for him, truly precious.
Of course, the primary reason Andre and his sister left a deep impression on him was because they had given him the seed of the Holy Blood Tree.
Compared to the image in Ronan’s mory, Andre had changed quite a lot.
In Ronan’s mory, Andre had delicate features. Wearing a magic robe and keeping silent, he looked entirely like a witch.
Now, Andre seed much more mature, cutting his forrly long hair short on purpose, his handso face now bearing a few scars left from battles, making him appear much more masculine and rugged.
Whereas Nicole…
Hadn’t changed much, only becoming more robust and masculine.
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