Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 423 - 198: Bone Bell, "Extreme Boiling Lake"! For Whom the Bell Tolls (Third update, seeking to secure the monthly ticket!)

Chapter 423: Chapter 198: Bone Bell, "Extreme Boiling Lake"! For Whom the Bell Tolls (Third update, seeking to secure the monthly ticket!)

Claire arrived before Ronan in an instant.

Now, Ronan was fully clad in Titanium armor, including his cheeks, which were covered by a silver mask that seemed to constantly flow and had tightly closed shark teeth patterns.

Only his eyes were exposed, and outsiders found it difficult to discern his appearance.

Ronan had considered whether to reveal his face to Claire, but then he thought that it seemed impossible to hide his identity, and hesitating would only make him look petty; it would be better to face Claire openly and see her reaction.

Therefore, Ronan took the initiative to dissolve the metal mask on his face and watched calmly as Claire quickly approached.

"It’s you?!"

As expected, the young wizard Claire, having clearly seen Ronan’s features, immediately stopped in his tracks and frowned.

But soon, any emotion subsided, and he continued walking towards Ronan with an expressionless face.

"You should truly be thankful that Orian took you into the Blue Mist Society early... Otherwise, encountering me now, you may have already been ousted."

Claire gave Ronan a quick glance, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Titanium Armor, and then he took out a Communication Stone to check, beckoning to Ronan:

"Let’s go."

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, "Where to?"

"There are a few members of the Blue Mist Society in this area, we’ve discussed and decided to meet first under the third Stone Pillar..."

Claire casually pointed towards a rather conspicuous gray Stone Pillar within view, looked at Ronan, and said indifferently, "If you don’t trust me, or don’t want to join us, that’s also fine..."

"Boom!"

Before Ronan could respond, a loud spell blast sound interrupted Claire’s words, coming from the east.

Both of their gazes were immediately drawn that way, seeing flickering red lights amid the mists veiling an ancient structure, the rumbling noise was continuous, suggesting someone was engaged in a fierce battle.

Ronan and Claire exchanged a glance and, as if by silent agreement, almost simultaneously flew towards the direction of the explosion.

The battle was actually quite close; in less than half a minute, the two of them had arrived one after the other at the location of the outbreak.

Ronan and Claire stood on the roof of a round fairy ancient building and surveyed the battle unfolding below.

They saw two figures in Magic Robes engulfed in battle among ancient buildings of varying heights, both combatants actually having reached the Intermediate Level 3 Stage, one was wielding Flames, the other manipulating vast shadows.

The Spells they cast spawned potent Power of Magic Domains, and their terrifying might continued to clash, with waves of residual energy sweeping away the Mist in a vast area around the fight, causing some of the ancient fairy structures to collapse under the Spells’ effects, with large chunks of earth and stone tumbling down...

It was clear that more wizards had been drawn to the fight besides them.

Ronan, with the help of the Eye of Truth and his keen senses, detected seven figures lurking around the battle cluster.

"Including myself, this location now has at least six Level 3 Wizards..with two of them at the Intermediate Level Stage..."

Claire suddenly spoke to Ronan, with a Solemn expression.

"This place could very likely erupt into a melee, getting involved now offers us no benefit.

Let’s go, stick to the original plan and regroup with others..."

Saying this, Claire began to back away.

However, after retreating a distance, he realized Ronan hadn’t followed.

"Didn’t you understand what I just said?

I said leave."

Claire frowned, approaching with a cold tone.

Ronan turned his head to look at him calmly, "Actually, you don’t have to worry about me."

Claire watched him with an emotionless gaze, the two locking eyes silently.

Moments later, Claire gave a cold laugh and shook his head.

"A senseless fellow."

He didn’t bother with Ronan anymore and turned to leave, disappearing in an instant.

Ronan withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the battle, his eyes shimmering with thought as his brain rapidly processed.

So far, excluding the two combatants, there were another two Intermediate Level 3 Wizards and five Early Level 3 Wizards in this area.

Claire’s assessment wasn’t wrong; this place could indeed explode into a melee at the Level 3 tier.

It seemed perilous to the average person, but for Ronan, it was a good opportunity.

If he could defeat a few more in the melee, the soul power he needed to advance from Level 2 to Level 3 might be completely replenished.

As he pondered, two more arrived.

At this point, even the two Level 3 Wizards sparring with each other started to notice something amiss.

Ronan’s brows furrowed as he realized the two combatants were showing signs of ceasing the fight.

A moment later, indeed, the two completely stopped, each glaring coldly to the side, almost making it seem as though they were working together.

Wizards eligible to enter the competition were naturally no fools and wouldn’t be lured into a situation that allows others to profit from their confrontation.

The previously tense and eerie atmosphere immediately relaxed when the potentially profitable situation ceased to exist, and none of the wizards present chose to take further risks.

Some began to leave, one or two at a time... In the blink of an eye, half of the observing wizards had departed.

Ronan felt somewhat disappointed; things hadn’t developed in the direction he most hoped for.

However...

He quickly "delightfully" discovered that two of the Level 3 Wizards, who had not yet left, seemed to take an interest in him, the unknown and "rather bold" Second-level Wizard, and began to slowly approach him.

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