Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 253 - 134: Magic Tool Set—[Land of Frost], The Hunt_2
Chapter 253: Chapter 134: Magic Tool Set—[Land of Frost], The Hunt_2
If each part of this Magic Tool Set possesses the same effect, and once all are worn and activated, Ronan’s Ice Magic’s casting power should be able to increase by about two to three times... at the very least!
There might also be additional bonuses after the full set has been assembled.
Ronan is feeling the consumption of his spiritual power after simultaneously activating two Second-tier Magic Tools. After opening the [Clear Sky Realm], his total spiritual power maintains at about two-thirds of the consumption.
Thinking back when the Late Level 1 Stage Female Wizard Fuling activated a Second-tier Magic Tool, she looked like her spiritual power was vastly depleted. In this regard, Ronan is much stronger than the average Late Level 1 Stage Wizard.
"To maintain this state, I need to continuously consume spiritual power... I really wonder whether I’ll be able to wear the full set after advancing to Level 2..."
Ronan lightly tapped on the energy armor extensions on the borders of his shoulder guards, producing a crisp yet deep sound, feeling the exceptional Protection ability.
"Another reason to advance to Level 2 as soon as possible.."
Ronan slowly withdrew his spiritual power, placed the two shoulder guards back on the table, then stored them all back into the Blue Diamond Earrings.
He could foresee that after his ascension to Second-level Wizard, his Strength would undergo an unprecedented transformation, and this change wouldn’t just be internal.
The true top geniuses among Wizards, in addition to Talent, Strength, will, and disposition, Magic Equipment is also an extremely important component.
Ronan was slowly catching up with all of this, until he would become who he was supposed to be.
The wind and snow continued outside the window, under the bright yet soft illumination crystals, Ronan took out a silver-white Treasure Bead.
The serene deep blue of the starry sky rose, he lightly tapped the Light Point, stepping into the River of Seven Colors, delving into the comprehension of the Magic Domain....
... freewebnoveℓ.com
Aunt Soraya returned to the manor on the afternoon of the third day.
The next day after her return, she took Ronan and left again in a hurry.
Ronan was enveloped in a tremendous spiritual power and energy flow, as if carried by the Arrogant Sun, traveling through the wind, snow, and fog.
Below his feet, the vast snow ridges sped past one after another. Unknowingly, they had left White Stone Castle far behind and entered deep into the primeval snow forest located behind it.
Ronan could feel that Aunt Soraya wasn’t using any Flying Tools; she was solely relying on her ability for Flying, yet her speed surpassed when he used the Flying Ring.
"Facing an Upper Level 3 Wizard... I’m afraid I can’t even run away right now..."
Ronan silently thought to himself.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Soraya’s voice rang next to his ear.
"We’re about there."
The two began to descend towards the ground.
Ronan saw a dense forest below, completely covered by snow.
It seemed that there were people in the forest; Ronan’s keen hearing could faintly hear more than one person’s voice.
"The three strongest Wizard Families that currently exist in White Stone Castle have joined forces to set up a Rune Formation to enclose this area, worried that the Third Rank Cold-Scale Python would escape.."
Soraya led Ronan closer towards the direction of the voices, instructing him: "When we catch that Cold-Scaled Python, I’ll have them draw blood on the spot, and you prepare to break through right here; I’ve prepared everything."
"Thank you, Aunt Soraya."
Ronan thought for a bit and asked, "What do I need to do?"
"You? You don’t have to do anything, just stay put, don’t get yourself into any danger, and make sure I can always find you..."
Soraya solemnly warned him, "A Third Rank Magical Beast is dangerous enough, not to mention one that has awakened a sliver of the Ancient Ice Crystal Demon Snake Bloodline.
If it weren’t for those few old fellows being well-prepared and having planned this for a long time, I wouldn’t even want to participate in this hunt...
Remember, do not get too close, if you’re curious, just look from a distance."
"Understood."
Ronan nodded, and by now, the two had reached the location above where the voices came from.
Looking down, he could see a crowd of Wizards wearing, all wearing robes in a light grey with tinges of celadon; the robes bore a noticeable emblem - a silver snake twisted into an almost "S" shape, likely all from the same Wizard Family.
"The Fred Family is responsible for the people guarding this side..."
Soraya took a quick glance at the crowd below and spoke to Ronan with an indifferent tone, "They are all mediocre talents; if you find it bothersome, you don’t have to pay them any attention at all."
There are still a few young Second-level Wizards, though...
Ronan’s gaze swept over the young men and women basking in the crowd’s center, briefly locking eyes with one of them, and couldn’t help thinking to himself.
Wizards of this age, with at least the Third Ring in Magic Circles, are seen as nothing more than mediocre in the eyes of Soraya...
"This Cold-Scaled Python’s Bloodline awakening is strange; there were no signs at all.. There also seem to be traces of ancient ruins near its lair.. This hunt might bring unexpected spoils..."
Ronan heard Soraya muttering to herself, her eyes narrowed as she continued to stare in a certain direction, probably where the Third Rank Cold-Scale Python was sighted.
Soraya gave Ronan a few more instructions before letting go and flying ahead alone.
