Chapter 49 [Howling of the Dead], Period of Tranquility
Although the victim was frightened and ran away.
But to be on the safe side, Ronan left the city.
In the wilderness outside the city, I found a hidden location with bright moonlight and continued to check the remaining things.
Four wizard books, one of which is full of legends about various undead wizards and monsters, like a collection of stories to relieve boredom.
One about Potions, much more detailed than the one Ronan left in the treehouse.
The remaining two books record three undead spells, two zero-level low-level [Corrosion Missile] and [Skeleton Thrust], and one zero-level intermediate-[Howl of the Dead].
Ronan studied the latter for a long time and found out that it was mainly about how to control the undead to send out sonic shocks to affect the opponent's mental spellcasting.
No wonder this black robe has a ghost-breeding magic ring in his hand.
I guess I didn't study it clearly, so I didn't wear it on my body.
The three spells were all of the undead type, and Ronan was hesitant about whether to learn them or not.
There's nothing much to say about the first two low-level ones, mainly the last intermediate-level [Howling of the Souls] spell.
This spell actually meets Ronan's requirements for control methods. It also has specific inheritance and casting props. It can be said that it is specially prepared for Ronan.
It's just
"Once you learn necromancy spells, your body will inevitably be contaminated with traces of negative energy particles. At this juncture of the invasion of black witches, will the academy wizards be regarded as undercover agents of the Forest of Death Rattles?"
Ronan hesitated for a while, but finally decided to put it aside for now.
Among the remaining bottles of potions, Ronan looked like a potion for quickly restoring mental power. However, he was worried that there might be some differences in taking the potion due to the different inheritance between the black robe and the gray robe, so he did not dare to touch it. .
The last pile of debris of uncertain value was mostly animal offal soaked in special potions, dried animal carcasses, unknown powders, strange wood chips, etc., which looked like they were used for alchemy or magic potions. Test materials.
Ronan wanted to throw it away, but he had read too many novels in his previous life, and he was worried that there might be some great treasure hidden in it.
He hesitated again and again, and finally took advantage of the night to throw it away together with the first pile of garbage. Burn the fire clean.
As the last leaf of the sycamore tree in the forest falls, the battle between the wizard land of Hoddam and the black wizard land of the Forest of Deathrattles has completely begun.
Almost every day, you can see teams of well-trained elite wizards coming out of the academy.
The magic airship swayed away, and there were even official wizards who were like the blazing sun flying through the sky.
After the real war started, it had little to do with the wandering wizards group in the town.
The war between two wizard gathering places is all about large resource points, strategic points that are crucial to a force. The life and death of the bottom wizard group has almost no impact on the entire battle situation.
The wandering wizards, who had temporarily escaped from the crisis of their lives, all discussed the topic of this battle after tea and dinner.
There is a formal wizard war, a fierce fight for a small magic stone mine, a battle between the talented wizard students of Hoddam Academy and the Forest of Deathrattles.
All kinds of news and rumors are flying all over the sky.
Here in the town, the original collective atmosphere of tension, restlessness, and anxiety has quietly transformed into an environment that is stable and peaceful, mixed with inexplicable enthusiasm and noise.
"Crunch——"
Ronan stepped on the thick snow, leaving a medium-deep footprint.
He casually picked up a few light yellow matsutake mushrooms that Yukinoshita brought out, threw them into his storage bag, and then continued forward.
This thing tastes good when fried or cooked in soup. Venetia has learned a good cooking skill from Mrs. Qiaolin, and she can cook it later.
There was a "buzzing" sound from the wind behind me.
Ronan stopped, stood on a snowy slope and turned around to look.
I saw several magic airships that resembled sailboats emerging from the white mist in the center of the snow-covered town circle. The airship flashed with the light of the rune circle activated, and the figure of a wizard in robes could be vaguely seen in the light.
"It seems that the number of airships dispatched by the academy has become more and more frequent recently. Has the war situation changed again?"
Ronan stared at the several magic airships retreating under the clear sky, his eyes flashed, and he thought to himself.
But this matter had little to do with his little wandering wizard apprentice. He looked at it twice and moved on.
Towards the forest.
As the war progressed, the crisis in black robes that hung over the heads of the wandering gray robes seemed to have faded.
After winter, there were several heavy snowfalls, and the forest became more and more peaceful.
These days, more and more people can no longer hold themselves back and begin to sneak in and out of the forest. Ronan heard that some people have even moved back to the former tree house area.
"After several months of being forced to do so, many people probably can't stand it any longer."
Ronan thought silently in his heart.
Nowadays, prices in cities and towns have dropped a lot and have stabilized, but the cost of living is still higher than before the black robe came.
After months of evacuating in towns, for many low-level wizards, the most worrying thing right now is not to avoid the crisis brought by the black robes, but how to successfully survive this cold winter.
Ronan raised his eyes and looked to both sides. On the white snow, he could see many black spots like him, slowly heading towards the forest.
Everyone carries a mountain of life on their backs, making it difficult for them to move forward.
Ronan shook his head and exerted force under his feet
"Boom!"
A big hole exploded in the snow, his robes billowed like a cloak, and he rushed into the forest as vigorously as an ape.
Traveling quickly based on memory, startling the flocks of winter birds.
Ronan entered the forest this time mainly because he wanted to go back to the tree house where he originally lived and get back the fortune he had saved a few months ago.
After jogging for a while, Ronan slowed down as he felt that the accumulated depression and depression in his heart were almost gone.
After pushing aside the snow, he found the eye of an underground spring under a white-steaming tree hole. After taking a few sips, Ronan felt that he was almost close to his destination.
The heavy snow covered up the traces of all the disasters that had happened, and only the lonely and ethereal chirping of forest birds seemed to still recall the original excitement.
"Click——"
Ronan broke off a few branches blocking the road with his bare hands, and the familiar sight of the treehouse came into view.
It was covered with thick snow, and the long vines hanging from the top were covered with ice edges, and there were no traces of anyone coming.
Ronan went up to the tree house, opened the door and looked around at the scene inside. Except for the mattress soaked by snow and the dusty furniture, everything was the same as when he left.
After standing in the hut silently remembering the past for a while, Ronan quickly put away some things.
Mainly, there are a few wizard books on the bookshelf, unused blank rune stones, rune seal carving knives, and some sundries left behind by the predecessor that are of unknown use or use.
Before leaving, Ronan stood beside the small wooden bed.
Looking at the words "The soul is the destination of immortality" engraved on the edge of the bed, Ronan thought for a while, took out the knife he carried with him, and added some text under the bed board along the edge of the bed.
(End of chapter)