Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 449 The Froststone Throne, Goblin Hybrid
Ronan walked through the empty, deep corridor, with Elsa following closely behind him, her steps as light as snowflakes.

The cold air coalesced into an invisible glacier that flowed through the entire corridor. Ronan "swam upstream" in the darkness until a glimmer of light appeared in his field of vision, illuminating the end of the corridor.

At the end of the long corridor was an exceptionally spacious hall, where the cold air subsided.

The faint light illuminating the hall poured down from above the two of them, falling directly onto a huge, cold stone throne in the very center of the hall. The throne was similar to the Ice Thorn Throne that Ronan had seen in the Ice Emperor's inheritance space.

The columnar light was exceptionally clean, without any dust or debris floating in it.

It was as if an ancient barrier had frozen time in the area surrounding the throne.

Ronan stopped in his tracks. Elsa's voice came from behind him, so softly it was as if she didn't want to disturb anything that was there.

"arrive."

"Is this the palace where Hyotei Chaguscona once lived?"

Ronan exhaled gently, his breath mingling naturally with the chill in the air, without any mist rising.

"Yes."

Elsa replied, "When I was very young, the Grand Elder brought me in once."

She made me kneel before the throne of Hyotei, meditate without eating or drinking, and lose track of time, but I did it, and from there I found and took away the Ice Ring.”

"The other half of the Ice Ring is in the North, in the hands of the Lanster family of the Iceflame Iris. You yourselves drove them out of the North."

Ronan turned to look at Elsa, "You must all regret it now that you know this, right?"

"There's nothing to regret."

Elsa shook her head. "It's all the Ice Emperor's will. Even if I obtain both ice rings, the inheritance might not necessarily be ours."

Ronan listened to Elsa's words and sighed inexplicably, "You've over-deified him."

Ronan had met Chagus Connor in person, spoken and talked with him, and found him to be very human, still the same boy who had spent half his life chasing the Frost Whale.

Elsa looked at him very seriously and said, "In the eyes of the wizards of the North, the Ice Emperor Chaguscona is a god."

Ronan didn't refute it further. In fact, he should be more grateful for this, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take over the Frost Leader so smoothly.

On his way here, he had even mentally prepared himself to deal with all sorts of difficulties from the Frost Leader Wizard, and to put on a few shows when the time was right to test what he had gained from his nine years of training.

But to my surprise, everything went much more smoothly than I had hoped.

Everyone, including the Frost Leader, the seventh-level Twilight Elder, had a devout, almost fanatical, faith in the Ice Emperor Chagus Connor.

As he released the ancient Frost Whale bloodline within him, the high-ranking wizards of the Frost Leader immediately prostrated themselves in worship.
"Now, you are the new Hyotei, the continuation of Chagus Conner's will."

The entire Frost leadership will obey you unconditionally.

Elsa said.

Ronan also learned that after obtaining the bloodline inheritance of the Primordial Ice Dragon, Elsa naturally became the new "Frost Leader".

From any perspective, Ronan now held absolute control over the Frost Leader.

These northern wizards, whose blood flowed with icy coldness, were unexpectedly pure and simple.

Instead of heading straight for the throne in the center of the hall, Ronan began to slowly walk around the hall in a clockwise direction.

The main hall has no stone pillars for support, and the four walls are covered with various ancient murals.

The murals mostly praise the glorious achievements of the Ice Emperor Chagus Connor, depicting Ronan seeing various powerful creatures and races submitting to the Ice Emperor.

A giant enveloped in frost, an ancient dragon with wings as wide as a curtain, a three-eyed being emerging from the stars, and a one-horned bull that spews thunder.
He even saw the figure of "Hecarto" in a mural.

Of course, it might not be the "Hercules" inside him, but perhaps the other party's ancestor, a giant python with ten heads.

Ronan wasn't sure if the wizards who carved these murals had exaggerated their content artistically, but it was enough to demonstrate the glorious achievements of the Chagus Connor Ice Empire.

He can still recall the scene he witnessed in the Ice Emperor's legacy space: a one-eyed giant humbly kneeling with its chest torn open on the ice plains, a shattered ice sword cleaving the sky, and countless corpses eternally frozen by frost beneath the snowfield's ice.
Suddenly, Ronan's gaze swept over a mural depicting a humanoid alien creature clad in heavy armor and emitting billowing black smoke.

He subconsciously recalled the previous Barbarian King and couldn't help but turn to Elsa, who had been silently following beside him, and ask, "What did you do to those barbarians and elves who offended the Frost Leader?"

"I ignored it."

Elsa said, "They only captured the dwarf who led that group of barbarians."

"The Barbarian King was actually a dwarf?"

Ronan was taken aback.

"In fact, he wasn't even a dwarf. His dwarf bloodline wasn't pure; to be more precise, he was a cave dwarf."

Ronan blinked, utterly astonished that the over three-meter-tall, imposing Barbarian King, who resembled a small giant, was actually a cave dwarf hidden beneath his runic heavy armor.

He, however, became the so-called "King of the Savage Spirits" and possessed power almost comparable to a level five wizard.

"Keep him."

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "I'll meet with him in person later and have a good talk with him."

Ronan asked Elsa about the "King of the Savages" and his tribes, simply because of a certain idea in his mind.

Now, however, I have developed a strong interest in this "King of the Savage Spirits" himself.

After Elsa agreed, Ronan walked around the entire hall, looking at all the murals on the walls, and finally headed toward the Cold Stone Throne in the center.

The ice throne within the pillar of light remained silent, as if it had been quietly awaiting the arrival of someone qualified to sit on it.

Ronan reached out and broke the frozen time within the pillar of light, ascending the stone steps one by one, and finally slowly sat down on the throne.

Elsa, who was below the steps, immediately knelt down on one knee, bowing her head obediently, like the most loyal subject.

A chill emanated from the throne beneath him, like an ancient, cold echo, resonating strangely with the ancient frost whale bloodline patterns etched into Ronan's spine.

"Kakaka-"

The ancient throne awoke from its slumber, and icy thorns carved from cold stone grew rapidly, piercing deep into Ronan's palms, which were lightly resting on the armrests, and his shoulders. Cold blood flowed down the wounds, and the thorns, saturated with blood, turned crimson.

The blood flowing on the throne steps evaporated into icy mist, swirling around Ronan like a cloak or a banner.

In a daze, Ronan seemed to return to the time when he hunted "Hercules".

He crossed the river of time and space, intersecting with the spirit of Chagus Connor who once sat here.

Countless images flashed rapidly before Ronan's eyes—the ancient, desolate sound of horns, slaughter, blood, frost, death, and conquest.
In a fleeting moment, all of this images vanished, and Ronan saw the back of a woman.

He initially thought it was Elsa, but soon realized it wasn't.

The woman was taller and more graceful than Elsa, with long, ice-blue hair that shimmered like the aurora borealis on the distant horizon.

Lorraine... Lorraine

She whispered a name, sometimes as if whispering in Ronan's ear, gently cupping his cheek as she spoke.

At other times, it seemed as if it had traveled to the far reaches of the sky, and the sound became ethereal and melancholic.

Ronan tried to grab her, but he couldn't manage it. He couldn't even see her clearly; all he could see was a blurry silhouette that appeared and disappeared in front of him.
As all illusions faded, Ronan slowly opened his eyes on the Cold Stone Throne.

A nameless sadness and melancholy, like a chill that hadn't been exhaled, swirled within my chest.

"My king."

Elsa stood at the foot of the throne, staring at him intently, and hesitantly reached out to offer him a snow-white handkerchief.

Ronan then realized that two icy tear tracks had appeared on his cheeks without him noticing.

"Lorraine...is that another name for Chagus Conner?" "Even the mighty Hyotei has things they can't grasp no matter how hard they try."

Ronan thought to himself, then reached out to wipe away the tears on his face and shake off the ice crystals that had congealed in his blood.

This throne, once the throne of the Ice Emperor Chagus Connor, has now been fully awakened by his Frost Whale blood. It is indestructible and represents the supreme status of the Ice Emperor.

Ronan's consciousness connected with the throne and discovered a complex runic structure inside it.

With a gentle touch of spiritual power, eighteen bright or dim shadows of snow-white suns suddenly appeared before my eyes.

In addition, there are a large number of tiny, densely packed light spots.

"So this was the key item that guided me to the next site of Hyotei's legacy."

Ronan's eyes gleamed; no matter which snowy sun he touched, he could obtain accurate location information.

However, the locations of the inheritances represented by these eighteen snow suns are all not on the Upper Ring Continent, and some are either about to disappear or have already been taken by others, so the information feedback is extremely weak.

"Whatever the reason, there's nothing I can do right now."

Ronan pondered this and tried again to touch the scattered points of light beside the snowy sun with his mental power, only to discover that each point of light represented a flowing stream of icy blood.

For example, Elsa, who is standing right in front of him now.

"Besides the far north, there are five other icy bloodlines scattered across the Upper Ring Continent."

One of their bloodlines is quite potent, almost rivaling Elsa's.

Ronan was slightly surprised, but had no intention of searching for it; he just wanted to take a look.

These icy bloodlines do not represent the bloodline of Ice Emperor Chagus Connor, but rather the bloodlines of the powerful ice magic wizards under his command—the blood of his former subordinates.

Ronan roughly figured out the function of the Cold Stone Throne, and then slowly rose from the throne.

He spread out his right hand, summoning a huge white vortex that directly absorbed the throne.

He is now the new Emperor of Hyotei, so this throne should rightfully belong to him.

Elsa had no objection to his actions. Seeing Ronan descend the steps, she asked softly, "My King, what should we do next?"

"Next"

Ronan's eyes gleamed, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, across the endless ice plains, and landing on the distant central region, which was shrouded in gloom.

But Ronan quickly withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "I need to see that dwarf in the cave who is disguised as the Lord of the Savage Spirits first."

The icy blue liquid flowed slowly along the grooves of the rune lock until it illuminated the entire pattern of the spiked crown.

The gate that had been unsealed opened, and the cold white light of the illuminating crystal spilled onto Ronan's robes, refracting a dim, dragon-scale-like luster.

Because of the Lanster family of the Iceflame Iris clan, Ronan had a very negative stereotype about the Frost leaders.

Soraya described the Frost Leader's wizards as a group of unemotional and extremely selfish people who ruthlessly drove out the Lanster family, causing the Iceflame Iris to wither away in the North.

But Ronan discovered that the Frost Leader's wizards weren't so bad after all; they weren't a group of evil villains whose bodies blended into the darkness and whose only feature was a pair of red eyes.

For example, right now, they have prepared a relatively comfortable "prison" for an "enemy" who enjoys witch hunting in the North, with even a pot of hot tea kept warm by magic on the table.

Of course, this is most likely related to Ronan's special instructions to Elsa.

Neither Ronan nor Soraya could have imagined that one day Ronan would "conquer" the Frost Leader with a kingly demeanor, which could be considered as settling old debts for the Lanster family to some extent.

"Let Elsa order that the sigil of the Ice Flame Iris shine once more in the North."

Once all the turmoil has subsided, bring Aunt Soraya to the North. She will be very happy when she sees it.”

Ronan, lost in thought, slowly walked into the "prison".

Inside the room filled with runes and magic arrays, a person was staring at him and sneering in front of a round table made of ice crystal.

"Have you finally decided what to do with me?"

The person in front of the round table was unusually short, probably less than 1.2 meters tall. His disproportionately large head had a few sparse hairs hanging down, a striking red garlic nose, and gray eyes that were only the size of mung beans.

Elsa said he wasn't even a dwarf, not in a derogatory way, because he was so weak that his thin limbs were covered with bulging veins and his skin was sickly rough and pale.

"Skin me alive, or cut off my head—oh, I almost forgot, that's not the custom of you human wizards."
Are you planning to extract my soul and seal it inside a toilet or something?"

The ugly, short dwarf yelled at Ronan in a shrill voice, revealing a set of sharp, yellowish teeth as he spoke.

It's hard to imagine that the creature that tames the Dawn Lizard and wields a black warhammer taller than a person, encased in heavy armor over three meters tall, is such an ugly and weak creature.

"I have a friend who really likes this; if you met, you might have a lot in common."

Ronan sat down at the round table and spoke calmly.

The dwarf squinted at him and said, "You are the Frost leader of this generation?"

"Do not."

Ronan shook his head. "It was the ice dragon that froze you."

"So you are."

"Now it's my turn to ask you a question."

Ronan spoke softly, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, and invisible ripples emanated from his fingertips, creating transparent waves in the air.

The dwarf's body and expression froze instantly, and his eyes quickly became numb and empty.

This guy was surprisingly weak. After stripping off his heavy armor, his mental strength was barely at the level of a second-level formal wizard.

"name."

Ronan picked up the silver teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea, watching the steam rise from the cup.

“Iris Sgaran.”

The dwarf, with a blank expression, recited a long and difficult string of syllables.

Ronan frowned slightly, looked up at him, and seemed to think of something, his eyes flickering slightly.

"age."

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Ronan asked questions one by one, and under the hypnotic guidance of his mind, the dwarf answered them all.

He even explained his bloodline and background in great detail.

What surprised Ronan was that both he and Elsa had misread it.

This dwarf named Iris was not a cave dwarf; he was indeed a dwarf, and according to him, his dwarf bloodline was extremely noble.

It's just that it's mixed with other bloodlines.

And what's mixed in is actually the legendary goblin bloodline!
This guy is a half-breed, born from a dwarf and a treasure-hunting goblin!
Even more remarkably, his goblin father, who successfully "stole" the dwarf princess's "first night," possessed golden ears, more precious than mithril, making him a golden-eared goblin!
Ronan subconsciously thought of the golden ring he had kept in the misty space, which he had never really studied.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he asked the next question.

The dwarf Iris, who had been under his mental control and hypnosis and was extremely compliant, showed a strong struggle and resistance for the first time.

"Take out that set of magical artifacts that are bound to your soul and let me see it."

(End of this chapter)