Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 451 Familiarity, Return

The mountain of fire-attribute magic crystals soared into the air, forming a crimson torrent of crystals that crashed powerfully into the high wall of white mist.

Ronan watched as the white mist wall rapidly moved backward, and the entire misty space expanded at breakneck speed.

Over the years, the Misty Space has expanded gradually, covering an area of ​​approximately tens of hectares.

Now, with Ronan generously injecting magic crystals, this space is growing rapidly.

In a short period of time, it grew to more than ten times its original size.

When all the fire-attribute magic crystals harvested from the Land of Fire were exhausted, what appeared before Ronan was an incredibly vast black plain.

Arrietty stared blankly at the vast new world before her, her mouth agape, completely stunned.

God knows that her initial wish was simply to have a small room of her own, where she could help Ronan keep it spotless every day.

Later, she became "greedy" and began to hope to tend a small garden, planting all sorts of bright and beautiful flowers and plants, after all, she considered herself quite talented in how to become a qualified gardener.

But now.

Good heavens, Arrietty couldn't imagine how big this plain was. She was afraid that even if she broke her wings and collapsed from exhaustion, she still wouldn't be able to fly from one end to the other.

She was just a tiny little nature sprite, born from the dust between the cracks in the bookshelf.

Dodor III was quite pleased with the expanded new territory, which meant it had more room to run wild, and it transformed into a gray shadow, running freely across the black plains.

"This place should be able to support several thousand people."

The fertile black plains are suitable for grazing. If you sow a handful of grass seeds and nourish them with the abundant energy of the Holy Blood Tree and the Misty Space, they will grow into a dense forest in just a few years.

If you find the plains too monotonous, earth magic can artificially create hills and mountains, while water magic can summon rivers and lakes.
Of course, these tasks can be left to the elemental lifeforms in the Elemental Pool; Ronan doesn't need to do them himself.

"The energy accumulated in the Elemental Pool is almost full, which is just right for us to continue expanding the space slowly later."

Ronan believed that the barbarian and elf hybrids under Aerys's command were not inherently fond of the harsh and cold environment of the far north; at least most of them would not refuse such a lush and fertile new home.

"If everything goes smoothly, the matter of the Holy Blood Tree's retinue will be resolved."

If Ronan hadn't already considered using Iris to take over this tribe of thousands of barbarians and elves, making them servants of the Holy Blood Tree, he wouldn't have been so cautious, fearing to harm Iris. He would have already used violent means to directly extract the faith weapon from her body for research.

After doing all this, Ronan turned around and saw the newly cleared soil churning beneath his feet, the roots of the Holy Blood Tree stretching out to their fullest extent.

In the distance, the Holy Blood Tree, its body shimmering with radiant light, was striving to grow deeper into the sky and the earth.

Under its canopy, there appears to be a "fruit," which is actually a large cocoon formed by countless crimson tendrils.

Vanessa and Benigo stood side by side under the tree, gazing up at the large, writhing cocoon on its surface, lost in thought.

Ronan walked over, and Vanessa turned to look at him, nuzzling him affectionately.

"Can you stay here from now on?"

Ronan stroked her long, slightly wavy, chestnut-brown hair, which resembled his own earliest days, and said softly, "Benigo will teach you meditation."

Vanessa nodded obediently.

Benigo paid no attention to the conversation between the two, focusing intently on the large callus on his head while rapidly taking notes.

At that moment, accompanied by the rustling of the leaves of the Holy Blood Tree, the large cocoon in front of them suddenly opened, and a small, thin figure fell out of it.

Iris lay naked on the ground with her limbs outstretched, her face still showing a hint of bewilderment, as if she had just woken from a deep dream.

Ronan grabbed a robe and threw it over Iris, who shuddered and jumped up from the ground.

"How does it feel?"

"Very good."

Iris touched her cheek and nodded with a complicated expression.

Even if he didn't say it, Ronan could tell that he was in good shape.

The Holy Blood Tree performed a preliminary bloodline purification on Iris, perhaps randomly selecting the dwarven bloodline within him, which made Iris appear much stronger, and his originally gray and withered body became fuller.

Ronan noticed a complex and tiny light red sacred tree mark on Iris's forehead—he had become a follower of the Sacred Blood Tree.

"The God you're talking about."

Iris suddenly pointed to the Holy Blood Tree beside her and hesitated before asking, "Is it it?"

"of course."

Ronan nodded, reached out and gently stroked the surface of the Holy Blood Tree's trunk, which was as soft and smooth as skin, and whispered, "Otherwise, did you think it was me?"
Isn't that more in line with the characteristics a deity should possess? Mysterious, vast, and silent.

And it truly possesses incredible power comparable to that of a god, as you have already felt.

Iris, you are still the King of the Wildlings, you still rule them, and from this day forward, you are their representative.

If they believe in it, they will naturally believe in you as well.

Iris remained silent, staring at the Holy Blood Tree before her, her eyes flickering as if savoring Ronan's words.

Ronan didn't care what he was thinking. The mark of the Holy Blood Clan had already been planted in Iris's body, and he had no right to refuse. He could only accept it slowly.

Ronan didn't need to sign any contract with him. He and the Holy Blood Tree had already achieved symbiosis when they deduced Hecart's ancient bloodline last time. Loyalty to the Holy Blood Tree was loyalty to him.

"You can think about the specific direction for the next bloodline purification, dwarves, or goblins."

Benigo will help you keep things under control.

Ronan continued, then tossed the golden ring he and Jason had obtained from a golden-eared goblin to Iris, "When you have time, use your talent as a descendant of treasure-hunting goblins to help me find clues about the treasure behind this ring."

Iris hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse. She nodded and reached out to take the gold ring.

Ronan was fairly satisfied with Iris's performance.

Iris is a rare talent, and her abilities extend beyond simply managing his Bloodline Families.

He has the blood of dwarves and goblins flowing through his veins, and in the future, no matter which direction Aerys ultimately decides to take, it will be of great use to Ronan.

He was a seed planted by Ronan, requiring only patient nurturing and quiet waiting for the day he would blossom and bear fruit.

"When the Sacred Blood Tree becomes a kingdom, all sorts of talented individuals will continuously emerge from its ranks, which may greatly benefit my future path as a wizard."

As Ronan was thinking, Arajan's voice suddenly popped into his mind.

"Did you just find out?"

Ronan was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Arazan didn't explain, but simply brushed it off: "You'll find out later."

Ronan frowned but didn't say anything.

ice fields.

Heavy snow.

Under a gray sky, mixed-race barbarians and elves, carrying large and small bags, lined up in a long queue and entered a huge, pure white spatial vortex in an orderly manner.

Having regained her identity as the "King of the Savages," Iris rode on the back of a lizard, wielding a warhammer, coldly overseeing everything.

In the distance, some figures were moving away in another direction.

Occasionally, someone in the group would hesitate, weigh the pros and cons, and then quietly leave the group, ultimately choosing to follow another group of people away.

Neither Ronan nor Iris tried to stop it.

Iris was utterly defeated by the breath of the ancient ice dragon that Elsa had transformed into, which ultimately affected his prestige within the tribe.

If it's just one loss, that's fine.

But everyone witnessed Iris being taken away by the Frost Leader's wizards, only to return unharmed, and upon her return, ordering everyone to migrate into a completely unfamiliar and unknown space. It's hard not to have different speculations and thoughts.

"If it weren't for you, I would most likely have thought that the Barbarian King had succumbed to the power of the wizards and had completely degenerated into a lackey."

Ronan stood on a snowy spot not far from the vortex at the entrance to the misty space, with Andrei and Nicole beside him, and Gar, a mixed-blood elf boy with his eyes fixed on him.

Your guess is actually not wrong.

Ronan smiled when he heard Andre's words of lament and said softly, "But Iris's promise to everyone was not wrong either."

That is indeed a very good place, more suitable for wanderers to settle down and take root than the North.”

Damian

Andrei called his name softly, his handsome face filled with confusion and complexity.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more to Ronan, but in the end he didn't speak. He simply led Nicole and silently rejoined the group.

"me."

Young Garr wanted to keep up with Andrei and Ronan, but he also didn't want to leave Ronan and wanted to talk to him.

Ronan read the longing in his eyes, but did not respond. His figure transformed into a cloud of snow mist and disappeared into the vast snow.

Young Gar instinctively reached out and grabbed at the air, but only grasped at the cold air. His face immediately showed deep disappointment and frustration, but soon his eyes became firm again.

The matter of the Holy Blood Clan was completely resolved, and the total number of people who entered the Misty Space was 2,531.

Ronan has prepared everything they need to get started; how things develop from here on out depends on Iris's decisions and their own.

The Holy Blood Tree will gradually transform them into its followers. It is foreseeable that the Holy Blood Tree will enter a period of rapid growth in the near future.

The increased number of living creatures within the misty space also helps the awakened snake recover and wake up sooner.

Although Ronan's soul impurities haven't yet reached the point of affecting him, he still needs a constant supply of sobering potions to continue cultivating with [Spiritual Amber].

"Ta-ta-"

Ronan walked along the empty corridor, his steps even and crisp.

On the walls made of gray-blue ice stone on both sides, from the open mouths of the snake-headed statues, clusters of eerie blue flames ignited, their cold light shining deep into the corridor.

"My king."

Ronan stopped in his tracks when he heard the call.

Elsa walked towards him from directly in front of him, and gave him a slight bow.

"Where is the Grand Elder?"

Ronan asked casually.

"Currently asleep."

Elsa replied, "The Elder's soul is nearing the end."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. He remained silent for a moment, then turned and headed back the way he came.

"Then we won't bother the Grand Elder."

Elsa followed, her voice low, like the pleasant sound of tiny ice crystals colliding.

"You want to go back to the central region?"

"Ah."

Ronan paused for a moment and then asked, "How many people can the Frost Leader let me take with me?"

"all."

Elsa answered calmly and without hesitation, "Including the Grand Elder."

"Not all of them are needed."

Ronan shook his head. "You handle the allocation. I only need one unit of power... enough to qualify me to enter."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, looking towards a distant place elsewhere.

Elsa nodded, thought for a moment, then quickened her pace, walked up to Ronan, and led him to another place.

This is a huge room filled with rune arrays. Countless rays of light flicker in the rune paths and finally converge at the dome, forming beautiful snowflakes of different colors, sizes and shapes, which fall down one after another.

These magical snowflakes fell without melting, accumulating into a thick layer on the ground, which looked quite beautiful.

"This is the room of the Frost Leader, the Frost Messenger, connected to the magical network established during the time of the Kaldim Empire. Although the original magic network has long been abandoned, some of its functions have been preserved."

Elsa explained to Ronan, then gently waved.

The snow beneath their feet churned, and some snowflakes flew up and landed continuously in Elsa's hands.

"The Frost Messenger has been receiving various messages from the Central Region, which should be of assistance to our King."

Ronan took the snowflake from Elsa's hand and saw that the ice crystal patterns on the snowflake formed small, shimmering words, like a special magical letter.

He examined each snowflake in his hand, his usually calm face gradually showing a furrowed brow.

"So many, almost all of them are requests for help?"

Elsa didn't say anything, she just stood quietly to the side.

Ronan kept flipping through the information on the snowflake.

Suddenly, his gaze abruptly stopped when it landed on a particular snowflake.

"Could these so-called requests for help be a trap deliberately set by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?"

Ronan looked at the snowflake in his hand and asked expressionlessly.

Elsa shook her head. "I don't know."

But many of the distress signals were sent out a long time ago, and the area may have already fallen by now.

Ronan's eyes flashed intensely as he listened to Elsa's reply.

A moment later, snowflakes quietly crumbled in Ronan's hand, turning into fine ice shards that trickled down from his fingertips.

"call--"

Ronan sighed softly, then spoke in a low voice.

"Get ready, Elsa."
Depart as soon as possible.

"Yes.

"My King."

In the central region, at Linghu Lake.

The once ethereal and tranquil secret space has now been completely shattered.

Above the enormous spirit lake, the void resembled a sheet of paper riddled with holes. Countless figures dressed in black robes, along with grotesque and monstrous creatures, emerged from the entrances of various spatial rifts like locusts.

The reflections of the three pagodas shattered on the lake's surface, and flames burned in the water.

Some corpses dressed in dark blue, fiery red, or black robes floated silently on the lake, rising and falling with the turbulent water.

The roars of spells, screams, shouts, and wails echoed continuously in this space, a chaotic scene of blood and fire.

(End of this chapter)