Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 166 - 101: Night Light Moss, It’s You Again

Chapter 166: Chapter 101: Night Light Moss, It’s You Again

"So you weren’t going to the ’White Stone Wilderness’, huh?"

After a brief conversation, learning that Ronan was waiting for the Magic Airship to the ’Damp Jungle’ and came to recruit people, the middle-aged Magic Ring Wizard shook his head in disappointment.

"Then never mind."

Before leaving, he couldn’t help but kindly remind Ronan, "’Damp Jungle’ is a public mission of the Seventh Magic Rings. Going there alone without a team, you’ll likely get nothing. Even if you’re lucky to gain something, it’s highly probable that other Magic Ring wielders will snatch it from you. It’s better to go with us to the ’White Stone Wilderness’. From both risk and gain perspectives, it’s much better than you going to the ’Damp Jungle’ by yourself..."

Ronan shook his head.

Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Ronan, the middle-aged wizard’s attitude immediately turned cold.

At that moment, a small Magic Airship landed, and he hurried back to his original group, boarded the airship with the others, and took off.

After the little interlude, Ronan waited a bit longer, and a rather ornate and much larger Magic Airship slowly appeared in the sky outside the mission hall, finally hovering over the small plaza.

The metallic streamline hull was covered with light patterns of pale blue Rune Formations; and behind the solid Energy Shield, one could see figures along the edges of the ship.

Ronan activated his Flying Ring, his form soaring towards the airship.

He took out the Rune Stone as proof of the mission in advance. A wave of spiritual power spread from within the airship, examined the proof in his hand, and then a gap slowly opened in the Protective Shield of the Magic Airship.

Just as Ronan was about to enter the airship.

"Whoosh—"

An indescribably terrifying spiritual power, like a storm from the void, suddenly descended upon Ronan.

Dark, icy cold, with a sharpness unique to Metal Attribute Wizards.

Ronan turned around abruptly, but that wave of spiritual power quickly retracted, disappearing in an instant as if it had never existed.

"Are you getting on or not?"

A wizard on the airship shouted impatiently at Ronan.

Ronan’s expression was calm as he lightly and elegantly landed on the airship deck inside his Magic Robe.

The gap in the airship’s Energy Shield closed up, and it swiftly ascended.

"Who is it? Travis?"

On the deck of the airship, Ronan stood by the railing, watching the Seventh Magic Ring City below growing further and further away, his eyes flickering.

There weren’t many of Benny’s past opponents who would transfer their "resentment" towards Benny onto him.

Most people, dignified as Third Ring wizards, have plenty of their own issues to deal with. Who would bother to spare a part of their attention to a mere Level 1 Wizard like him?

Even if they were dark-minded and harbored deep "resentment" towards Benny, Lanni, hindered by his Fourth Circle status, would not show such clear hostility towards him.

The only one who would be so eager to "crush" him, other than Travis, who extremely wanted to obtain the Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel on him, Ronan could not think of a second person.

"Will he make a move against me during this mission?"

Ronan pondered, but soon dismissed the thought, "I’m not even a First Ring, the Damp Jungle is mainly for Level 1 Wizards to undergo trials, Travis won’t be so foolish to leave such an obvious point of criticism...

Most likely, he will use someone else’s hand to achieve his purpose."

Travis was Third Ring and could mobilize as much as Second Circle, standard Second-level Wizard strength.

"To a Level 1 Wizard, what is there to talk about a Second-level Wizard being ordinary or not..."

Ronan shook his head. A Second-level Wizard, their spiritual power condensed into crystal form, even a Wizard who has just entered Level 2 had at least ten times the spiritual power of a Late Stage Level 1 Wizard.

What did that mean?

It meant that any spell cast by a Second-level Wizard would be at least ten times stronger than that of a Late Stage Level 1 Wizard.

That didn’t even include the boost from Second-tier Magic, the strengthening of the Soul Seal...

The gap in raw strength was a chasm between Level 1 and 2 Wizards.

But Ronan, who had endured Ascetic Body Refinement for two months, now felt an eager desire to try and bridge this chasm.

"Two months ago, I could kill a Green Thorns Hurricane Bee King of the Second-tier. Although wizards of the same level generally outperform Magic Beasts in combat, I have also grown much stronger..."

Ronan looked down at his own palm, slender and proportionate fingers so fair and pretty they hardly seemed like a man’s, the hand that held a sword.

But no one knew what terrifying and turbulent power flowed beneath.

Nor did Ronan.

He was eager to verify this power, two months of rigorous training, countless times of spell baptism pain accumulated in his body, urgently needed an outlet for release.

"If I can’t even pass this level, I shouldn’t talk about having the qualification to challenge one of them within six months..."

Ronan murmured quietly, gently clenching his hand.

"Hello."

Suddenly, a pleasant voice woke Ronan from his thoughts.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the voice and saw a young Beautiful Witch standing next to him, not knowing when she had approached.

Black hair, green eyes, a rare tan skin but giving a healthy and vibrant impression.

She wore a Silver Robe, signifying a core First Ring, emitting the spiritual power fluctuations of a Late Stage Level 1 Wizard.

"Hello."

The witch before him was clearly not from the Seventh Magic Rings, and Ronan didn’t know what she wanted, yet he courteously replied.

"My name is Beyoncé, from the Second Magic Ring."

The Beautiful Witch introduced herself to Ronan, then asked, "Are you participating in this trial mission alone?"