Chapter 60 Bone Marks, Farewell
Ronan put away the two high-level magic stones given by Jerome, and then took the time to check the surroundings. All he saw were dull and dumb faces.
Ronan has lived in Shuidi Street for such a long time. Although he has always practiced asceticism and lived in seclusion, there are many people living nearby who recognize his face.
In many people's minds, Ronan is just an ordinary young wizard.
He might be a little stronger than the average low-level apprentice wizard, but he wouldn't be that much stronger.
After all, who among the truly capable people would live in a ghost place like Shuidi Street?
However, the strength shown by Ronan tonight left them stunned.
Two senior apprentices, black-robed wizards, were cruel in their methods. Killing low-level wizards was like killing a chicken.
The two of them worked together to besiege Ronan, but within a few rounds Ronan killed one of them cleanly, and the remaining one chose to run away in the end
It was so mysterious and fierce that even the official wizard of the academy praised him, even at any cost. The person they were attracted to lived on the same block as them? !
Many people have experienced this huge reversal of change, and even have many unreal feelings for a while, as if they are in some absurd and bizarre dream.
Until
the painful and suppressed moans and howls brought them back to reality.
"It's a poison spell"
Old Wells led Venetia and Cheryl up in a hurry.
He had already seen Ronan single-handedly kill the senior apprentice Black Robe when he was at level 5. Old Wells was a little surprised by Ronan's performance tonight.
More than shock, there was deep fear.
"Unless there is an advanced antidote, there is no hope..."
Looking at the man lying on the side of the street, his body covered in green and his expression twisted in pain, Old Wells showed some sympathy and intolerance on his face.
"Poison spell..."
Ronan saw the low-level wizards who fell to the ground due to poisoning and twitched to death in pain. He thought of the green phosphorescent light that flew out from under the second black robe at the beginning of the battle, and pursed his lips.
The other party should have cast the spell at that time.
The spell had a wide range of influence, and green phosphorus fire spread everywhere, covering almost half of the street. There were also faint cries from the next block.
Fortunately, not many people were affected, and only a few were unfortunately hit by the phosphorescence.
"Don't touch her body, or you will..."
Old Wells just wanted to remind a wizard couple who was holding their dead only son and crying bitterly. In the end, in just a few breaths, the couple fell to the ground one after another with distorted faces.
The couple were both very young, and the little boy who died first seemed to be about the same age as Cheryl.
Wells Sr. sighed heavily, and Ronan reached out to cover Cheryl's eyes.
"Walk!"
Ronan took a breath and made a quick decision, "Leave here tonight because we can't stay here any longer. We will come back tomorrow after the spell effect has completely dissipated."
No one had any objections, and Old Wells said to inform Mr. and Mrs. Qiaolin.
The two of them were still packing their things when the battle between Ronan and Black Robe began.
The group of people hurried towards the residence of Qiao Lin and his wife.
As a result, before they even reached the destination, everyone stopped in their tracks.
They saw the door of Qiaolin and his wife's cabin more than ten meters away from them.
A one-armed middle-aged man knelt on the snow, holding an already cold corpse tightly with one hand, whimpering and howling like a sad beast, hesitant and helpless.
He kept chanting the name "Elsa Elsa..." over and over again.
Finally, the sound gradually disappeared under the cold moonlight
The chaos in the town was completely quelled in the second half of the night, and the rumors about the fall of Hoddam were naturally disproven.
When daylight broke, a large number of new tasks appeared on the college's recruitment notice board.
The core of these tasks is almost only one-hunting the black robe!
As long as you offer the scalp of the black-robed wizard of the Forest of Deathrattles, you can get magic stones, potions, magic tools, inheritance, and any other rewards you want!
The warm sun in winter hangs high, and the morning light cast by it is like a layer of white gauze, without any warmth.
Outside the gate of Hoddam College, in front of the tall iron gate covered with ivy, the fog of the past dissipated, and there was a small table.
"Let's go! Where did you dare to pretend to be a black robe after cutting off a few pieces of rotten scalp? You also want to change your qualifications to enter the academy. Do you really think that we are idiots who can be fooled casually?"
In front of the small table, a curly-haired young man with a Hoddam College badge shooed away the people in front of him like flies.
The middle-aged gray-robed wizard's cheeks turned red when his trick was exposed. He put away the things on the table, turned around and left quickly.
"How much time have you spent this morning?"
At the long table, a young man who was sleeping with his legs crossed took off the beautiful mage hat covering his face, yawned and said.
Curly Hair shook his head and muttered: "Who knows.
The academy is also true. Do you really expect these wandering wizards who have never even taken a serious spell class to help save the situation?
I doubt whether they can recite a complete zero-level low-level spell standing in front of the black robe."
"I didn't expect them to be able to exert much combat effectiveness. I just wanted to find some people to die to fill the recent manpower vacancy."
The young man holding the mage hat whispered: "The Forest of Death Rattles is almost running out of money. At first, the people we met were all formal members, but now... they are all wandering black robes, and each of them doesn't even have the lowest level." The level of corrosive missiles are useless, and they are similar to the wandering gray robes here who pretend to be rotten orangutan scalps to collect rewards."
When Curly Hair heard this, he couldn't help but be curious, "Are the official black-robed members of the Forest of Deathrattles really that powerful? I listen to you guys from the hunting team talking every day, and I feel like everyone on the other side is a monster."
The young man in the mage hat looked slightly condensed and said: "It's much more powerful than you imagined.
Those who can become a formal member of the Forest of Deathrattles must be mid-level apprentice wizards who are the weakest. Moreover, the Forest of Deathrattles is not an academic wizard organization like our Hoddam, with a strong academic atmosphere and relative peace.
Their rules of survival are much crueler, and those who are eliminated within the rules usually only end up dead.
How could wizards trained in such an environment not be powerful? Official black robes generally have strong combat capabilities.
Under normal circumstances, we need at least two people to deal with a black-robed wizard of the same level..."
"So exaggerated?!"
There's something unbelievable about the curly hair.
While the two were chatting, a figure appeared in front of them.
The sun cast a shadow on the long table from behind the person. The curly haired man sitting in front of the long table squinted his eyes and could barely see the person coming.
He is a tall and slender young man with chestnut hair and a very masculine and handsome appearance. There is an inexplicable calmness in his lake-blue eyes, which makes people think of a frozen lake in winter.
"I'll redeem the reward."
The young man spoke, with a hint of coldness in his voice.
I don’t know how many strange people I met throughout the morning, and how many ridiculous tricks they tried to fish in troubled waters. When Curly Hair heard the other party’s intention, he was a little uninterested and said lazily: “Take out the scalp and let’s examine it. "
Without thinking, the young wizard shook his head, "I don't have a scalp."
Curly Hair was instantly happy. "What are you doing without a scalp?"
Curly Hair raised his hand angrily and amusedly, "Let's go, let's not make trouble here."
The boy didn't say anything, he just stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the table.
When he took his hand away from the table, there were three more black badges the size of coins and similar styles on the table.
“I don’t have Black Robe’s scalp, but I have the Forest of Deathrattle identity badge I got from Black Robe.
May I? "
The young man looked at the two of them with a questioning look in his eyes.
The curly-haired man looked blankly at the three badges on the table with the images of the forest of dead bodies and the scarlet blood moon, and then turned to look in the direction of the young man in the mage hat next to him
The next moment, the two people in front of the long table almost In unison, he suddenly stood up, and all the laziness and leisureliness on his body disappeared completely.
"Of course you can."
The young man in the mage hat reached out and picked up a badge, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. Then he looked at the young man in gray robe in front of him and asked in a low voice with a tone of shock and disbelief: "What do you want to exchange for?"
"Ferry ticket. The fastest way out of Hodderdam."
The young man calmly said word by word: "Three."
Until the handsome young man in gray robe left, the two young men with curly hair and wizard hats in front of the long table had not yet recovered from the previous shock and shock.
"Really or not?"
Curly Hair grabbed a badge, and still can't believe it, "Isn't this a new trick to deceive people?"
The expression of the young man in the mage hat was more doubtful than he was. He was holding a badge and looking at it repeatedly, but he said: "It's true, I recognize the undead breath on it.
Each of these badges is unique and represents the status of an official member of the Forest of Deathrattles. Just like our green vine badge, it cannot be faked at all."
"Doesn't that mean that the wandering gray-robed man who just left, who looks a few years younger than us, single-handedly killed three mid-level apprentices in black robes?!"
Curly Hair dropped the badge in his hand and shook his head, "I can't accept it. This is too incredible."
At this time, the young man in the mage hat seemed to notice something, and reached out to pick up the largest of the three badges.
He turned the badge over to the reverse side of the pattern. When he noticed a faint gray-white pattern around the edge of the badge, he suddenly froze in a daze.
Curly Hair noticed the strangeness of his companion and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Did you find something wrong?
It's fake, right? I'm just saying, how can you be so kind to a homeless gray-robed man? I'm going to kill that kid now. Catch him!"
Curly Hair yelled and was about to run out from behind the table, but was caught by the young man in the wizard hat.
"That's not right."
The young man in the wizard hat slowly raised his head, with an indescribable, weird and strange expression on his face.
He raised his right hand, showed the side of the badge in his hand to Curly Hair, and then said in a low voice: "This badge has a bone mark on it, it is not an ordinary black robe badge.
It is an identity badge that only elite members of the Forest of Deathrattles are eligible to obtain.
This kid...has had the blood of a senior wizard apprentice's black robe on his hands."
"ah?!"
Curly Hair's mouth opened wide, and his whole person instantly froze in place with a dull expression.
"Huhu——"
The huge Dharma ship, like an ancient whale, broke through the white fog and slowly rose into the sky.
The power of the rune circle set off strong winds, making the robes of the wizards on the deck rustle.
Old Wells's head of white hair was messy and messy in the wind, and the pile on his head looked a bit funny. Even if he pressed his hood hard, it could not suppress it, but it still could not affect his excited and emotional heart at this time.
"Holddam."
Old Wells softly read these four words in his mouth, and his eyes passed little by little over the towns and streets below, and the snow-covered wilderness and forests in the distance.
Finally, he turned back and fell back to the ground covered with snow. On the slender figure in gray robe.
"Ronan."
There were complicated emotions surging in Old Wells' eyes.
In his impression, the other person seemed to be just the little fat guy who would run and exercise in the forest every morning, but in the blink of an eye, he became what he is now.
"From now on, I can brag to people in the tavern. A few barbecues can buy me a life and a wizard's ship ticket worth thousands of gold."
Old Wells laughed at himself and turned to look around him.
Next to him stood Venetia and Cheryl. At this time, Cheryl's hair was spread out and blown like seaweed by the strong wind. She was holding her cheeks with both hands, trying hard to remove a thin layer of skin. Tear down.
Cheryl kept sprinkling potion on Venetia's hands and body, smearing it randomly with her little hands, rubbing off some black scale-like things.
"Don't do anything stupid!"
Old Wells stretched out his hand and held Venetia's wrist firmly.
Cheryl's little head drooped and she stopped what she was doing.
At this time, the two of them were like a pair of naughty children who were plotting something bad, but were caught by their parents.
"I, I..."
Venetia's pale cheeks exposed under the dark yellow flushed red, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she wanted to defend herself aggrievedly.
"I know what you want to do."
Old Wells' heart softened and he said in a low voice: "But don't forget where we are now. Being on the ship does not mean that we are absolutely safe. Ronan will not be around in the future, so we should be more careful. Do you understand what I mean?"
Venetia nodded with a disappointed look on her face, then looked down with some reluctance, at the figure that was watching them with timid and reluctant eyes.
Cheryl was lying on the edge of the boat. on, muttering a muffled sound.
"Lord Ronan... I'm afraid I will never know what Sister Wei Ni looks like. I don't know, Sister Wei Ni either."
Old Wells reached out and touched Cheryl's little head and said softly.
"It's not forever. Sooner or later we will meet Ronan again."
It wasn't until the wizard ship carrying Old Wells and the three men turned into a small black dot and completely disappeared in the clouds that Ronan turned around and jumped off the high platform, slowly returning towards the way he came.
After the three people left, Ronan felt as if a stone had fallen to the ground, and his whole person felt at ease and relaxed.
The tragic passing of Qiao Lin and his wife deeply touched Ronan.
So much so that after the college issued a new order to hunt the black robes, they immediately took out the three Black Robe Badges of the Forest of Death Raiders that they had obtained from packing their storage pockets before, exchanged them for their boat tickets, and sent Old Wells and the others away.
Although Old Wells once said that Cheryl was still young and could not occupy a seat on one ticket, Ronan still exchanged three tickets for insurance.
As for himself, he has no urgent desire to leave Hoddam.
The battle between Hoddam and the Forest of Deathrattles is becoming increasingly tense, and the academy continues to use various means to encourage the wandering gray robes to join the fight.
Ronan felt that this time was a rare opportunity for him.
Perhaps it would allow him to gather the various resources needed to attack the official wizard more quickly.
(End of chapter)