Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 123 Does he really not have a class?

"White Night, do you really think Reihart is leading the team out of kindness?"

The remaining star screamed hysterically, completely ignoring the pain of its wound.

"How so?" Ronan raised his eyebrows.

"The newborns are nothing more than expendable materials he uses to extract resources from the Necropolis. Do you know how many people he's already killed using the same methods?"

"For three consecutive batches of new students, 80% of them!"

Remnant Star revealed an astonishing number.

"So you conspired with another captain to set this up?" Ronan asked calmly.

"I only wanted to save myself, which is why I tried every means to contact the goblin captain—I just wanted to survive, what did I do wrong!?"

"The goblin captain and I signed an agreement that as long as I obtain your resources, I will become a permanent member of the goblin squad after we get out, and get rid of Lehart—"

As Canxing spoke, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

At that moment, a beam of intense white light pierced through his skull.

The expression on his face held a hint of a smile, still clinging to the beautiful hopes he held before his death.

"Wanting to live is fine, but don't drag others down with you—"

"Especially me."

Ronan couldn't help but shake his head, but decided to personally see him off.

In his opinion, this person was utterly hopeless.

Even if Lehart is something else, he wouldn't just grab his teammates to take the hits like a goblin would, would he?

Ronan even suspected that the few crippled members of the goblin team were actually his doing.

Besides, you're someone who doesn't even have a rank, so why should anyone sign an agreement with you?

The other party is obviously trying to fool you!

I really don't know how these apprentices obtained their admission qualifications in advance.

Or are they all privileged children raised in a greenhouse, with absolutely no social experience?

The acting was also terrible; the way the monster was drawn was so deliberate that anyone could tell something was wrong.

In this respect, they are far inferior to adventurers who spend their lives on the brink of life and death.

Canxing collapsed to the ground, but no one present paid any attention.

His sneak attack on Ronan just now certainly made everyone's hearts jump.

It's important to know that Ronan is the one who will deal with the Flame Soul in the center.

Otherwise, once Flame Soul regains his freedom of movement in this arena, none of the people present will be able to escape.

I really don't understand which idiot would attack him at this time.

Isn't this just asking everyone to perish together?

However, after seeing that Ronan was safe and sound, the three members of the opposing team finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder they could easily suppress Flame Soul; at such close range, with an attack of that intensity—

He can not only activate his shield instantly, but also defend against it perfectly.

And while doing all this, he was still able to maintain continuous suppression of Flame Soul —

Thinking of this, the three of them looked at the Flame Soul, whose body was already covered with a layer of broken ice.

At this moment, the Flame Soul's aura was extremely weak, as if all the flames on its body would be frozen at once in the next instant.

This is no longer a suppression of Flame Soul; it's a one-sided crushing defeat.

The two men, one ear short and one mouthful, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously a question arose in their minds:

Does he really have no rank?

This is not a level of skill that an apprentice should possess.

The two were completely baffled, and even the magic they were casting unconsciously slowed down.

In contrast to the two people with missing ears, the person with the disfigured face was filled with shock and uncertainty.

He felt a sense of relief that he hadn't chosen to attack Ronan indiscriminately, and he also secretly compared his own strength with Ronan's.

At the beginning, the disfigured face realized that the opponent seemed to be a little stronger than he had imagined.

Later, this "little bit" might need to be a little bit more.

The fact that the opponent could suppress Flame Soul so easily speaks volumes.

Later, the disfigured man began to suspect that the other party might be a captain-level figure who was hiding among the apprentices to complete a secret mission.

If that's the case, can the three of us still leave here unharmed?

A sense of powerlessness suddenly welled up in the heart of the disfigured face.

He immediately forced himself to calm down.

The disfigured man had already developed a strong ability to withstand pressure within the goblin squad.

At this moment, as he watched Ronan rummaging through the remains of the fallen star, various solutions flashed through his mind.

The opponent possesses exceptional reflexes; even in close combat, they can instantly activate a magic shield.

They were neither too far nor too close, and with only one person risking an attack, it was completely ineffective.

However, if three people attack him at the same time, the outcome is uncertain.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the disfigured man.

He looked at the two people with missing ears on the other end. Their positions were exactly to surround him, trapping Ronan in the middle.

Once an attack is launched, the opponent will be forced to face a situation where they cannot defend themselves from both ends.

The disfigured man's eyes flickered as he looked at his teammates.

The two people had clear eyes but confused expressions. They stood still, and even the undead creatures stopped attacking them.

Hoping that these two will cooperate with you to gain a chance of survival is less worthwhile than believing that they are the true captains.

Ronan happily rummaged through Remnant Star's storage bag.

Although now is not the time to open the storage bag, Ronan knows that whatever is inside, the "Freezing Ray" spell will definitely be present.

It seems I'm about to acquire another type of ray magic.

Ronan was very happy.

He was thinking that if he learned more ray magic in the future, would he be able to kill his enemies just by making a "V" sign when attacking?

After looting his spoils, Ronan stood up with a sense of satisfaction.

At this moment, Flame Soul was gradually affected by the surface frost, and every movement seemed to be in slow motion.

He's casting elemental ice arrows less frequently, only needing to recast them every short intervals.

He noticed that all three people present had stopped their attacks.

She stood there, staring at him in a daze.

Is it because they're afraid he'll kill Flame Soul directly, thus losing the deterrent effect and allowing undead creatures to flood in?

Ronan looked to both sides, puzzled.

There aren't many undead creatures left.

"You monsters—aren't you going to fight anymore?" he asked tentatively.

If they don't want it, then I'll have to accept it all.

The two men with missing ears immediately realized what was happening: "Hey boss, be careful, don't kill Flame Soul."

Okay, looks like I was overthinking it.

Ronan shrugged and said, "I think Flame Soul won't be able to hold on much longer."

This Flame Soul was weaker than he had imagined.

Once a physical entity is established, methods of restraint become available.

Even before he had a physical form, he could still kill the unstable spirit.

"And you?"

Ronan saw that the disfigured face had not attacked the undead creature on the other side, and assumed that he had given up on his own.

The brain of the disfigured man was instantly racing.

What should I do?

Was his question implying that I should give up, or was he just asking a simple question?

Should I be sensible and give up, or should I act like the two people with missing ears and pretend nothing happened?

The man with the disfigured face looked conflicted, his expression constantly shifting, before finally stammering, "Yes—yes, boss."