Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 148: Entry, Betting and Scheming
When the Silver Circle Wizard was sizing up the other three wizarding forces, the wizards from the other three forces were also paying attention to the Circle.

After the airship stopped, the ring master who was in charge of leading the Silver Magic Ring detached from the airship. Powerful wizards also flew out from the airships of the other three wizard forces.

A bald wizard in a golden robe walked out of the airship on the Molten Crystal Lake. There were bright flame patterns on his head and he held a black staff made of burning stone in his hand. An orange-gold crystal was embedded on the top of the staff, which looked extremely luxurious.

The leading wizard of the Palace of Thorns was a woman with a graceful figure. She wore a robe and a long dress that seemed to be woven from plant fibers. Her long hair hung down to her waist like vines, mixed with some brightly colored flowers and leaves.

The witch in the Palace of Thorns has green skin, the kind of healthy and full green. Her hands are empty and there is always a smile on her lips, giving people a bright feeling like sunshine and rain.

In comparison, the wizard leading the Black Nightmare Swamp is at the other extreme.

It was impossible to see the other person's appearance at all. His face was completely obscured by a mask covered with all kinds of strange feathers. The robe on his body was also very strange. The base color was pure black, and it was outlined with many strange white stripes. When the wind blew, it looked like a bunch of wriggling worms.

A strong dark and evil aura emanated from his entire body.

As the only black-robed wizard force on the scene, the Black Nightmare Swamp is obviously the most feared, and the other three magic airships are all staying far away from it.

Four powerful wizards gathered together, enveloped by the light of rune arrays, and seemed to be discussing something.

Ronan heard Clemens speak.

"It looks like the people from the Scarlet Tower and the Thunder Council will not come to the second battlefield, and probably won't join the third battlefield either."

"Don't they think highly of the resources of these two battlefields?"

Ronan asked casually.

Clemens shook his head, "No, on the contrary, they always want the most.

The Scarlet Tower and the Thunder Council are the two most powerful of the six major wizarding forces in the south. They were the ones who brought out the Key of Nefarian that opened the core secret realm of the Mirror Court this time.

I guess the six major forces must have reached some kind of agreement, and the Scarlet Tower and the Thunder Council will focus their main efforts on exploring the first battlefield."

Clemens mused, "Looking at it this way, it's a good thing that I didn't make it to the first step.

The top wizard geniuses from these two forces have always been one level stronger than us. They are all monsters. It is difficult for ordinary wizard geniuses to compete with them. Their self-confidence will be destroyed. Only monsters like Orion dare to confront them head-on."

"So exaggerated?"

Ronan frowned. It was hard to imagine such words coming out of Clemens' mouth.

Once upon a time, he was also a figure standing at the top of the younger generation of wizards in the seventh ring, with a huge gap between him and the second-ranked wizard in terms of both talent and strength.

Clemens shook his head and didn't explain further.

At this time, the four leading wizards who had gathered in the sky for discussion separated and returned to their respective airships.

Only now did Ronan see clearly what the powerful wizard leading their team looked like. He was a rugged, handsome man with a short beard. From the faint noises coming from the surroundings, it seemed that he was the master of the third magic ring.

The third ring master who led the team called on everyone to get off the boat, stayed in mid-air, and then began to guide everyone to sign a soul contract.

Ronan listened carefully and found that the content of the contract was probably about never keeping the gains from the secret realm for himself.

While he was lost in thought, a ring with a striking color and no patterns on it was thrown in front of him.

Ronan reached out to take it and found that it was a space storage ring. The storage space inside was less than half of the one in his hand.

“After entering the Mirror Court, anything you obtain can only be put into this ring.

Hand them in after you come out. If any are lost, all rewards for this exploration will be taken away from you."

The majestic third ring master warned every magic ring wizard with an expressionless face.

Ronan's eyes flickered, sensing that this meant that the harvest was to be distributed uniformly, and he asked Clemens, who nodded and said, "It's the same for every joint exploration operation.

Generally, your gains will be divided into three parts: one for you, one for the Circle of Magic, and one for all the wizards who participated in the operation. The distribution will be based on the strength of each force and their contributions to the operation.
As for individual wizards, there will be extra rewards for outstanding performance."

In addition to the Circle of Magic, the other three wizarding forces are also following the same process.

Ronan took this opportunity to look at the three wizards who walked out of the airship one by one: the Molten Crystal Lake wizard in the red robe, the Thorn Palace wizard in the green robe, and the Nightmare Swamp wizard in the black robe.

Most of the faces you see are quite young, powerful and energetic, and they are all talented elites from all walks of life.

Most of the mental fluctuations emanating from their bodies were at the late level two, a few were at the middle level two, and Ronan, who was at the early level two, was still unique.

I didn't see Angelet.
Ronan couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed. The last time he saw Angele, the other party's strength seemed to be in the late stage of level two.

With Angele's talent, he was able to cross the border and kill level 2 wizards at the level 1 wizard stage. He must not be an ordinary person, and it was reasonable for him to go to the first battlefield.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ronan suddenly felt that the crystal containing the blood of the ancient frost hydra inserted in his heart moved slightly.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart and his eyes quickly locked onto a figure.

That was in the direction of Molten Crystal Lake, there was a young figure wearing a red robe and his hair was blown by the wind like swaying flames.

When he looked over, the latter seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look back.

Ronan saw a pair of rare orange eyes that seemed to contain a lot of passion. He took note of them and then quickly looked away.

"Igor, what's wrong?"

Among the group of wizards in Molten Crystal Lake, a young man with a hint of indifference and hostility between his brows glanced sharply in a certain direction.

Listening to the question from the person next to him, he retracted his gaze and shook his head coldly, "Nothing, I just feel like there are bugs spying on me."

The interrogator was silent for a while, then said, "Before leaving, Master Ignatius asked me to tell you that during this exploration, as long as you don't kill anyone, you can release some of your bloodline's power."

When the young man with orange eyes heard this, a strange and cruel smile appeared on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Can we finally...set a fire to our heart's content?"

After the preparations on all sides were completed, the four team leaders gathered together again, followed by the beautiful third-level female wizard from the Palace of Thorns, who stepped out and began to sing softly to the Mirror Lake below.

A light purple flower grew rapidly on her chest at a speed visible to the naked eye. The petals opened one by one, and then a key as long as an index finger and emitting golden light emerged from it.

The handle of the key had no bumps or patterns, but it emitted a golden beam of light that sank straight into the Mirror Lake. As the golden beam of light entered, the tranquility of the silver lake was immediately broken, and ripples began to appear on the mirror-like surface of the lake. Then the ripples grew larger and soon turned into a huge silver vortex. Powerful energy waves were transmitted from the vortex, causing a strong wind that blew the hems of the robes of many wizards in the field.

"go in."

No one knew who gave the order, but wizards from all four forces began to step into the vortex one after another.

Ronan followed Clemens closely. After approaching the whirlpool, he looked down and found that it was unusually calm inside. There was a flashing light and some almost invisible gray smoke lingering around the entrance of the whirlpool.

At this time, the wizards from the Palace of Thorns were the ones entering the secret realm ahead of them. Ronan saw with his own eyes that a handsome male wizard in a green robe accidentally bumped into a cloud of gray smoke. As a result, in just a few blinks of an eye, the whole person aged at an astonishing speed.

The wizard screamed in fear and flew desperately out of the whirlpool, attracting many people to stop and watch.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

A cold and majestic voice sounded in the ear, urging the person who had stopped to continue.

Ronan saw that the strangely aged green-robed male wizard was quickly wrapped in a ball of green light by the leading female wizard of the Palace of Thorns, and then sent into the magic airship.

"I guess he used some special means to conceal his true soul age."

Clemens shook his head beside Ronan and commented, "Almost every time the ancient secret realm is opened, there are guys who try to take chances in the face of the time curse. Generally, the soul age is over 80 years old, and being entangled by the time curse will be affected. The guy just now lost so much life span, his soul age must be at least over 120 years old."

"Is this the time curse..."

Ronan's eyes fluctuated. Benig had told him about the time curse a long time ago, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, and it was indeed heart-wrenching.

"For us, there will be no impact, so there is no need to worry too much."

After Clemens finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Ronan deeply, and then said softly: "Then, Damien, see you in the Mirror Court."

After saying this, he moved downwards and quietly entered the shimmering light.

Ronan was slightly touched. He took a step forward, gently breaking up a few wisps of gray smoke, and crashed into the vortex.

It seemed as long as a century.

In fact, it only took a brief moment.

When Ronan's feet touched the hard ground, his first reaction was that his body felt slightly tired, probably due to the aftereffects of the time curse.

However, with the slight flushing of the vitality ball in the body, the feeling of fatigue disappeared immediately.

He opened his eyes, wanting to see what the scene inside the legendary core secret realm of the Garden of Mirrors was like.

After seeing it clearly, he was stunned and felt surprised.

What appeared before Ronan was a small room of only about 70 or 80 square meters.

A simple little room.

There was no one in the room except him.

When the last Molten Crystal Lake wizard disappeared into the vortex, the huge silver vortex also slowly disappeared.

The huge Mirror Lake returned to its calm state.

The green-robed female wizard who had been controlling the Key of Nefarian put away the key, but she continued casting spells and immediately began to chant another long and strange spell.

As she chanted the spell, the mental power of a powerful wizard in the late third level surged out, and dozens or even hundreds of translucent ripples began to appear in the void on the surface of the Mirror Lake.

The ripples spread, and a picture appeared in the middle.

There is a figure in each picture. If you look closely, you will find that these are the young wizards from the four forces who have just entered the secret realm.

The black ring distributed to everyone before the exploration has more than just the function of storage.

At the same time, it also has the function of exploring the scenes in the secret realm and monitoring the behavior of the explorers.

In these images that appear like water mirrors, explore the environments in which the wizards live. Some are in bedrooms, some are standing on strange mirrored stairs, and some appear in empty corridors.
Everyone in the picture is looking around cautiously and curiously.

Occasionally, when two people meet and bump into each other, their independent water mirror images will move closer to each other and merge into a larger piece.
"call--"

The green-robed witch let out a breath. After finishing all her tasks, she seemed to relax.

"There are three entrances found in the Mirror Court. The first area leads directly to the core inheritance area, and the third area leads to the magic potion garden and experimental field of the ancient Mirror Court wizards.
As for the second entrance here, it should correspond to the former living area of ​​the Mirror Garden wizards..."

The green-robed witch muttered a few words to herself, and then turned her gaze to the other two.

The bald wizard holding the burning stone staff in Molten Crystal Lake narrowed his eyes, trembled his lips slightly, and then started communicating with someone.

The third-level wizard wearing a feather mask in the Black Nightmare Swamp stood there without moving. However, the heroic middle-aged man on the side of the Magic Ring didn't even look at the three people, and walked straight towards his own magic airship.

He sat down in the air directly above the airship, with his eyes closed, as if thinking or meditating.

This behavior continued for a while and was then interrupted.

"Caroni."

A gentle voice gently called the heroic man's name. The man opened his eyes and saw that the green-robed witch who had been responsible for opening the secret realm had appeared in front of him with a smile on her face.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time..Would you like to chat for a while?"

The heroic man's face showed no emotion. He nodded and said, "This exploration will probably last for quite a while."

The green-robed witch quickly took out some strangely shaped and fragrant fruits and threw them casually into the air in front of the two of them, leaving them suspended in the air. Then she took out two wine bottles with long necks and handed one to Caroni.

“They both started again.”

The green-robed witch picked up the bottle of wine and took a sip gracefully, then glanced to the side and spoke softly to the heroic man, Caroni.

(End of this chapter)