Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 35 - Siblings, Novice
Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Siblings, Novice
Chapter 35 -35 Siblings, Novice
Before this, Ronan just purely disliked Linus.
Because this guy was so arrogant, always thinking he was better than the wizards in the Tree House District.
Even though they were both Level 5, Linus always showed a sense of superiority in front of him unasked.
This superiority reached its peak when he singlehandedly killed two Level 3 Apprentice Wizards during a patrol and became famous, gaining the attachment and admiration of many lower-level wizards.
“Before, I thought this guy was just annoying, but now I realize he’s cruel, selfish, and despicable…
Even if they were just partners in combat, some feelings must have developed over the months, and yet he killed them just like that…
tsk tsk..”
With Linus doing such things, if he died, at most people would spit when they talked about him.
Now that he’s not dead, he’s immediately been “ostracized” by the others.
Everyone looked at him with cold eyes, beneath which lay undisguised disgust and contempt.
After understanding the full story of everyone’s battle with the Black Robed Wizard, Ronan naturally turned his attention to the strongest presence on the field, the Half-Elf siblings.
Looking at the delicate and pretty Half-Elf Wizard girl in front of him, his tone couldn’t help but soften.
To be honest, he quite admired this girl.
Calm, smart, daring…
possessed excellent leadership skills, and although her chest was a bit small, she was definitely not just a “vase”.
Truly rare.
“Nicole, right?..
Old Wells, Vinicia, and Jacob are still missing, I need to go look for them..
You and your brother Andre will be responsible for leading everyone to the town, I believe you can do a good job!”
Ronan said to the Half-Elf Wizard girl with admiration and encouragement.
The Half-Elf Wizard girl agreed straightforwardly.
“No problem.”
Her voice was not the delicate kind of a typical girl’s but was neutral and full of magnetism.
Ronan’s fondness for the Half-Elf Wizard girl immediately surged.
“But..”
After the Half-Elf Wizard girl took on Ronan’s task, her expression suddenly became hesitant.
Ronan asked, “What’s wrong?
Is there something else?”
The Half-Elf Wizard girl shook her head.
“No, it’s nothing, just want to clear up something with you.
Actually..
I’m not Nicole, I’m Andre.
This one here is my sister Nicole..
she inherited our mother’s Barbarian bloodline, and along with exploring the path of a wizard, she also takes the Knight’s Path.”
The Half-Elf Wizard “girl” pointed to a robust and strapping Half-Elf beside her, with a body full of burly muscles and a tuft of black chest hair, introducing him to Ronan sincerely and enthusiastically.
Ronan’s smile froze on his face for quite a while…
Without moving an inch.
…..
In the forest, Ronan is running at full speed.
“What kind of magical creation gives birth to such a bizarre and abstract pair of siblings!”
“How can a Barbarian have something to do with an Elf??”
Ronan ran, gritting his teeth ranting.
He felt like something in his heart had shattered all at once.
He had thought that the beautiful night that marked the beginning of everything, by the campfire, the Elf girl smiling gently at him…
“Ptui!”
Ronan shook his head vigorously, trying to throw all those messy images out of his mind.
“Shhshhshh—”
The sound of rapidly rubbing branches and leaves came from beside his ears.
Ronan turned his head and saw two wizards, hurried and running in opposite directions from him.
Neither paused their steps, and in the moment their eyes met, it seemed they wanted to say something but quickly passed by each other.
“It looks like the news of the Black Robed Wizard appearing has spread…
there are probably a good number of them lurking in this forest…”
Ronan naturally knew what the other Wizard wanted to warn him about, as he had already encountered more than one group of fleeing Wizards along the way.
Smoke from battles filled the air, and in the unknown corners of the quietly lethal forest, no one other than Ronan would choose to “go against the flow” at this time.
It wasn’t that Ronan wanted to play the hero.
The oath of mutual assistance promised when the small group was formed—if he didn’t keep it while he still had the strength to do so, what difference would there be between him and the likes of Linus.
The experience of just having killed the Intermediate Apprentice Black Robed Wizard also gave Ronan quite a bit of confidence, as well as a relatively clear understanding of his own strength now.
A Half-step Expert Level Perfection Energy Missile has enough power to match a generic Advanced Zero Rank Spell, and with a casting time of only half a second, his combat strength might even be stronger than a typical Level 7 Wizard Apprentice.
“Even if I encounter a stronger opponent, with my current physical condition, it shouldn’t be hard to escape if I put my mind to it…”
Of course, nothing is absolute, and there are always hidden risks.
But if he didn’t dare to take even these risks, Ronan really wouldn’t know the purpose of his nightly diligent practices.
Wandering through the silent forest, approaching the densely smoke-centric area, Ronan’s steps gradually slowed down.
Releasing a Detection Skill casually, Ronan carefully monitored the movements of the surrounding environment, ready to enter battle at any moment.
Although slightly nervous, he was not very fearful at this moment; he was more composed.
His deer leather boots, damp with wet mud, gently stepped on the leaf-covered forest ground, creating a rustling sound.
The wind blew around, lightly swaying the grass and trees.
Ronan casually plucked a light red berry nearby and slowly chewed it, the sourness and slight sweetness diffusing around his mouth.
“@$#%…”
Suddenly, a faint and fine sound floated into Ronan’s ears.
Chirping…
It was as if someone was whispering in his ear.
This was…
The sound of Spell chanting!
Someone was hiding in the shadows, preparing to cast a spell on him stealthily!
Ronan’s steps halted, his gaze instantly locking onto a nearby bush, his eyes coldly emerging, ready to throw out an Expert Level Energy Missile.
But at that moment, the sound abruptly stopped.
Ronan was slightly startled, somewhat unexpectedly.
He thought the person behind the bush had given up casting, but after two seconds, the sound of Spell chanting rose again.
Ronan frowned and took two steps forward; the chanting immediately became more urgent and panicked.
Then, after mispronouncing a syllable, it quickly disappeared…
After a while, perhaps the Spellcaster had adjusted their mentality, the chanting resumed…
After repeating several times, Ronan was bloody speechless.
“Toying with stealth attacks without mastering the art?
Might as well learn comedy.”
Ronan changed his mind.
He simply gave up casting the Energy Missile and instead lightly placed his hand on the hilt of the One-handed Sword at his waist.
After all, casting an expert-level Energy Missile also consumed a lot of spiritual power, and he would save any amount he could.
To deal with a “Novice” Wizard, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Ronan, with a calm expression, step by step, walked towards the target bush.
As his steps neared, the low whispering of the Spell chanting from behind the bush became more urgent and more panicked…
The frequency of mistakes rapidly increased, and in a short time, it had been started over several times.
Until Ronan fully stood in front of the bush, almost clearly seeing the outline of the figure hidden behind.
“…Al…balu~!”
The spell chanting, twisted from fear and nervousness, suddenly intensified, no longer bothering to hide.
A cold flash crossed Ronan’s face, and the long sword gripped under his magic robe fiercely slashed out.
“Slash—”
The cold radiance long sword tore through the air, emitting a visible crescent-shaped white airwave, grinding the dense bush into powder in large swathes.
Amidst countless fluttering leaf fragments, the long sword seemed to strike something, making a “thud” sound.
But it quickly continued sweeping across unstoppable…
