Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 482 The Path of Battle Tactics, Interception

Ronan was approaching the edge of the wilderness, where a dense, dark forest bordered.

Following the instructions transmitted by the fluctuations in his mind, he entered the forest and, in less than the time it takes to traverse two hourglasses, finally stopped in front of a bare stone wall.

Ronan carefully examined the stone wall in front of him but couldn't see anything unusual about it.

The moonlight overhead remained cold and clear, filtering through the gaps in the dense forest. In a daze, it seemed as if countless green worms were rapidly crawling down the air, vying to burrow into his body.

Beneath the titanium robe, the green spot on his chest had grown larger, and the outline of a wolf silhouette was already faintly visible.

Ronan was not far from having Fenrir's mark completely imprinted on him. He even felt an uncontrollable urge to rush towards the moonlight streaming down his face, and the two bloodlines within him began to stir restlessly.
Ronan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and a white vortex formed from his palm, then rapidly expanded.

As the vortex fully formed, a figure slowly emerged from it.

Judging from their figures, they were clearly Fawara and his companion.

"Stay inside and don't come out!"

After emerging from the vortex, Favara immediately stopped, turned around, and scolded Rick behind him.

The latter pursed his lips, finally letting go of the hem of Favara's robe, silently retreating, and disappearing into the white halo.

Ronan watched this scene without saying anything, and casually dispersed the spatial exit.

The "Mirror of the Void" has the effect of isolating Fenrir's will, so Ronan thought of having Favara and the other person hide in it temporarily.

A small area separated from the mist space will not expose other beings living in the mist space, such as the Holy Blood Tree.

In reality, Ronan could easily have thrown Favara and the other man into the other side of the mirror—the endless labyrinth of the Minotaur—with just a slight change of heart, but he didn't want to do so.

Although Rick's "Source of the World" is miraculous, getting involved with it means endless trouble. Just as Ronan said before, at this stage, he only wants to leave the realm of Fenrir.

Clearly, Favara understood this as well. Both of them were intelligent and understood each other implicitly. This was the main reason why Favara was so "easy" to enter the mist space.

"is it here?"

Ronan pointed to the stone wall in front of him and asked Favara.

Favara nodded. "Give me some time."

After saying that, he quickly took out a small brown box, about the size of a palm, from the spatial ring in his hand.

Upon opening it, you can see that it is filled with black beetles the size of a fingernail.

Upon exposure to light, these beetles, which had been motionless, immediately became restless.

The black beetle reminded Ronan of the Devouring Worm that he still kept in a spatial ring.

To curb the uncontrolled proliferation of the World Eaters, which eventually became uncontrollable, Ronan had long ago used ice magic to freeze them all, putting them into a dormant state.

Now that he's arrived in the Central Wizarding World, it's time to put the matter that Arajan promised him—finding the legacy of an ancient wizard who possessed the ability to control the World-Eating Worms—onto his agenda. After all, if he can successfully master it, it will undoubtedly become another powerful trump card in Ronan's hands.

Just as I was thinking casually, Favara in front of me started moving quickly.

He used his index finger and thumb to pick up a small black beetle from the box, and with a "smack," he crushed the beetle with a little force.

A pale red, viscous liquid immediately flowed from the bursting beetle's body. Favara remained unfazed, dipping his finger in the liquid and smearing it on the smooth stone wall.

The pale red beetle fluid left striking marks on the stone wall, resembling some kind of ancient writing.

Favara worked tirelessly, stroke after stroke, each stroke costing him the cost of crushing a black beetle.

The number of black beetles in the small brown box in his hand decreased rapidly. Ronan glanced at it and realized that there were more than just these strange insects in the box.

After the swarm of insects on the surface of the box disappeared, it gradually revealed that there were several round, nut-like objects underneath.

At this point, Favara was nearing the end of his painting on the stone wall.

The strange characters and symbols are arranged in circular shapes on the stone wall, forming a complex magic circle-like pattern.

As Favara finished his final stroke, faint runic ripples emanated from the stone wall.

Ronan immediately activated the Eye of Truth, and silvery-white light wove an eye pattern between his brows.

Under the detection of the [Eye of Truth], the originally unremarkable stone wall is now undergoing violent energy changes.

Ronan's eyes showed deep surprise.

Both the changing rune array before his eyes and the way Favara activated the array were beyond his understanding and knowledge of runic literature.

Clearly, in the application of runic arts, the wizarding world of the Central Ring has far surpassed that of the Upper Ring.

As the magic array hidden in the stone wall was activated, the scene in front of Ronan rapidly changed.

A vast forest rapidly faded from his view, as if an invisible hand were slowly peeling back a sheet of paper to reveal its true nature.

A vast, flat white patch of land suddenly appeared within the dense jungle.

In the very center of the land, a huge spring is gushing forth, constantly changing its colors.

A melodious song emanated from the spring, as if a group of beautiful young girls were hiding among it, singing merrily.

"Is this the Fountain of Freedom?"

Ronan stared at the seven-colored fountain in front of him, a strange look on his face, and asked a question.

"Yes."

Favara answered, then picked a nut from the box in his hand and handed it to Ronan, "Once the singing stops, the teleportation function of the Freedom Spring will be available."

"Then throw the fruit into the spring, and you can go wherever you want to go."

"Are all ten domain realms acceptable?"

Ronan took the fruit and casually played with it in his hand.

"Only half."

Favara looked at him with a strange expression and said, "Don't you know that some private teleportation portals to realms were closed a long time ago?" "Is that so?"

Ronan smiled and said nothing more, putting away the nuts and casually said, "Actually, I'm more curious about how you plan to take him to the Root of the World."

"To be honest, I don't know."

Favara shook his head, a fleeting look of confusion crossing his remaining eye, but it quickly returned to its calm.

"Let's take it one step at a time. There'll always be a way, won't there?"

Ronan could tell that Favara must have already planned out the next steps, but he didn't need to explain to himself, his "temporary collaborator."

Both of them lost interest in talking and fell silent as they gazed at the seven-colored spring in the distance, which was constantly emitting cheerful songs.

Ronan, however, was trying to pick up where they left off with Arajan.

"The shortcut to the roots of the world, the legendary inscription of Dracolis, Arajan, what did you mean by that before?"

Arajan spoke slowly: "The Root of the World is the gathering place of the most powerful wizards. The gates of the Temple of Truth stand there, and the only path to the ninth level and above is hidden there. This is not a secret."

Dracolis' greatest achievement was leaving all subsequent wizards an opportunity to surpass their predecessors.

His legendary list has sparked countless battles and struggles, but it has also selected brilliant talents who shine like ancient stars.
Even just having your name listed in the register, even just in the supplementary register, will earn you rewards and gifts from Dracolis, greatly shortening the distance between you and the Gate of Truth.”

"A deputy recorder?!"

Ronan blinked. "There's a supplementary register to the Dracolis legends?"

"Ah."

Arazan nodded, "To officially be listed in the Legendary Register, one would need at least the strength of an eighth-level wizard, which is too difficult for ordinary wizards."

Perhaps Dracolis realized this, so he created supplementary registers to the register, which were independent of each other and kept separately in each domain.

The true register of legends resides in Waldhinu, a place jointly ruled by many supreme wizards.

A strange light flickered in Ronan's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Then how do I get on this list?"

Arazan chuckled softly, seemingly pleased that he had successfully piqued Ronan's interest. He spoke softly, "Like I said before, explore, fight, struggle. Don't be afraid of any challenge."

Dracolis's eyes and ears are everywhere, ensuring that no wizard's talent goes unnoticed.

“I remember in the beginning, you encouraged me to take a low-key development path, Alazan.”

Ronan looked at his hands and spoke softly.

He has always followed the path of an ancient war mage.

Elevate yourself in battle, allowing your soul to be constantly tempered in combat and slaughter.

As his first mentor on his wizarding journey, Benigo had told him more than once that in the wizarding world, everything requires one to fight for it.

Ronan has indeed grown through countless battles and struggles along the way.

However, the overall environment of the wizarding world in Upper Ring Continent is actually relatively peaceful; it's just that he personally, whether actively or passively, keeps getting caught up in one chaotic vortex after another.

Now, according to Arajan, the competition between wizards in the Central Continent seems to be much fiercer, and the overall environment even seems to encourage fighting.

Does Delacorice's legendary career really have such a significant impact on the entire Central district?
Ronan was thinking when he heard Alazan say, "...Back then, you were too weak."

"now what?"

"You are still weak, but..."

Arajan paused, sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Damien, my time is running out."

Ronan was stunned when he heard this.

He began to realize that Arahant's repeated actions and periods of slumber had perhaps caused far greater damage to his soul's essence than he had imagined.

Especially the time he shielded himself from the Black Witch King's dying attack; although he remains "conscious" now, it doesn't mean he has truly recovered.

Arazan

Ronan pursed his lips a few times, remained silent for a moment, and finally spoke suddenly: "Have you ever been on the Dracoliss register?"

"me?"

Arazan responded, but then seemed lost in thought and fell silent.

The cheerful singing emanating from the Seven-Colored Spring gradually came to an end. Favara turned to look at Ronan, who nodded in understanding. Then, he followed Favara and quickly approached the direction of the Spring of Freedom.

He held the teleportation nut that Favara had given him in his hand, ready to release Rick from the mist at any moment.

The seven-colored fountain gradually faded, as if it had entered a period of stability.

Just as the two were about to approach the spring, Ronan felt a sudden, inexplicable swaying in front of him.

It was as if a thick, semi-transparent black membrane had suddenly fallen, making the nearby Fountain of Freedom suddenly seem distant and blurry.

Fawara's steps came to an abrupt halt.

He suddenly looked up, staring blankly in one direction.

Ronan stopped and followed Favara's gaze.

High in the sky in front of the two, plumes of black smoke bearing human faces surged from all directions toward one place.

Amidst billowing black smoke, a deep, dark robe hung down to the ground, slowly revealing the chilling, gloomy figure of an old man.

Ronan looked at the black-robed wizard who stood in front of them with a strange expression; he looked at Favara with a resemblance of six or seven parts.

Turning his head, he heard Fawara slowly pronounce the other person's identity word by word.

"Luther".

(End of this chapter)