Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 62 - 60 Bone Patterns, Parting
Chapter 62: Chapter 60 Bone Patterns, Parting
Chapter 62 -60 Bone Patterns, Parting
Ronan carefully pocketed the two Advanced Magic Stones that Jerome gave him before scanning his surroundings, only to be met with a series of dull, stunned faces.
Having lived on Water Drop Street for so long, though he always kept to himself and practiced his craft in deep solitude, there were still many in the neighborhood who recognized him.
In the eyes of many, Ronan was just an ordinary young wizard.
Perhaps his strength was slightly greater than that of the average lower-level apprentice wizard at the bottom of the hierarchy, but not by much.
After all, if one truly had ability, who would choose to live in a place like Water Drop Street?
However, the power Ronan displayed tonight dumbfounded them all.
Two Advanced Apprentice Black Robed Wizards, cruel in their methods, killing lower-level wizards as if they were mere chickens.
The two of them ganged up on Ronan, only to have one cleanly cut down by him in a few exchanges, while the other ultimately chose to flee…
Such a mysterious and formidable individual, even praised and sought after by the Official Wizards of the academy…
to think he resided in the same district as them!
Many people were overwhelmed by the vast turnaround of events, feeling as if they were trapped in some bizarre and absurd dream.
Until…
The suppressed moans and howls of pain dragged them back to reality.
“It’s poison magic…”
Old Wells arrived hastily with Vinicia and Cheryl.
Having witnessed Ronan single-handedly take down an Advanced Apprentice Black Robe when he was only Level 5, Old Wells was somewhat desensitized to Ronan’s achievements tonight.
More than shock, it was a profound sense of relief.
“Unless we have a high-grade Detoxification Potion, there’s no hope…”
Looking at the people lying on the side of the street, their bodies turning green and their expressions twisted in agony, Old Wells’s face showed a touch of sympathy and reluctance.
“Poison magic…”
Ronan, seeing those lower-level wizards lying on the ground, poisoned, convulsing to death, recalled the moment the second Black Robe unleashed a burst of green phosphorescence from beneath his cloak, and his lips compressed tightly.
That must have been when the spell was cast.
The spell had a wide range, with the green phosphorescent light floating everywhere, covering almost half of the long street, and faint cries could even be heard from the neighboring district.
Fortunately, not many were affected, with only a few unfortunate enough to be struck by the phosphorescence.
“Don’t touch her body, or you’ll…”
Old Wells was about to warn a couple of wizards crying over the death of their only son when, in just a few breaths, the parents’ faces twisted in pain as they fell to the ground one after another.
The couple was young, with the little boy who died first looking to be about Cheryl’s age.
Old Wells sighed deeply, and Ronan covered Cheryl’s eyes.
“Let’s go!”
Ronan took a deep breath and quickly decided, “Let’s leave first…
We can’t stay here tonight.
We’ll come back after the magic has completely dissipated tomorrow.”
No one disagreed, and Old Wells went off to inform the Jolin couple.
When Ronan’s fight with the Black Robes began, they were still tidying up.
The group hurried towards the Jolin couple’s home.
But before they even got there, everyone’s footsteps halted.
Just about ten meters away, at the door of the Jolin couple’s small house.
A one-armed middle-aged man knelt in the snow, clutching tightly to a body that had long since grown cold, whimpering and howling helplessly like a sorrowful beast.
Repeatedly murmuring the name “Elsa…
Elsa…”
Until, under the icy moonlight, his voice gradually faded away…
…
By the latter half of the night, chaos in the town had been quelled, and rumors of Hoddam’s fall were naturally discredited. frёewebηovel.cѳm
At dawn, a slew of new missions appeared on the recruitment board at Hoddam Academy.
The essence of these tasks was almost singular — hunt down the Black Robes!
Anyone bringing the scalp of a Black Robed Wizard from Silent Forest would be rewarded with Magic Stones, Potions, Magic Tools, inheritances…
anything one could wish for!
…
The winter sun hung high, its morning rays falling like a translucent white veil, devoid of any warmth.
Outside the gates of Hoddam Academy, where ivy crept up the tall iron doors, the usual mist had cleared, and a small table was added.
“Move along!
Trying to pass off some shoddy scalps as those of Black Robes, and hoping to exchange them for a chance to study at the academy?
Do you really think we’re fools to be so easily deceived?”
The curly-haired young man sitting at the table, with the Hoddam Academy badge on his chest, shooed away the person in front like he was brushing off flies.
The Grey Robed Wizard whose ploy was uncovered blushed, sheepishly gathered his belongings from the table, and quickly walked away.
“How many have you dealt with this morning?”
By the table, a young wizard, arrogantly crossing his legs and dozing, took off an ornate Mage Hat covering his face and yawned.
The curly-haired man shook his head, muttering, “Who knows.
The academy as well, do they really expect these Wandering Wizards who have never attended a proper spell class to help turn the tide?
I doubt they could recite a complete Zero Rank Low-level spell without fumbling in front of a Black Robe…”
“They never really expected them to bring much combat power to begin with…
They’re just looking for people to die, to fill the recent shortage of hands…”
The young man with the Mage Hat whispered, “Silent Forest can’t keep this up much longer.
At first, we saw Official members, but now…
it’s all Wandering Black Robes, each unable to cast even the most basic Corrosive Missile properly, much like these Wandering Grey Robes coming with rotten gorilla scalps pretending to claim rewards…”
