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  Chapter 35 Brothers and Sisters, Rookies

  Before this, Ronan simply hated Linus.

  Because this guy is very arrogant and always thinks he is superior to the wizards in the tree house area.

  Even though they were both at level five, Linus always displayed an inexplicable sense of superiority in front of him.

  This sense of superiority almost reached its peak after he killed two third-level apprentice wizards in one fell swoop during a solo patrol, became famous in one battle, and gained the support and admiration of many lower-level wizards.

  "I used to think this guy was just annoying, but now I know he's so cruel, selfish and mean

  . Even if he was just a sex partner, we would have developed feelings for each other after a few months. He killed me just like that...tsk tsk"

  If Linus died after doing something like this, at most people would spit on him when talking about him.

  Now that the person is not dead, he is automatically "excluded" from the group by others.

  Everyone looked at him with a rather cold gaze, beneath which was also an undisguised disgust and contempt.

  After Ronan understood the entire process of the battle between everyone and the black-robed wizard, his gaze naturally turned to the strongest half-elf brother and sister on the field.

  Looking at the beautiful half-elf wizard girl with delicate features in front of him, his tone couldn't help but soften.

  To be honest, he quite admires this girl.

  Calm, smart, and decisive. Possessing excellent leadership skills. Although she has a small chest, she is definitely not a "vase".

  It's really rare.

  "Nicole, right?

  There's still no news about Old Wells, Venetia, and Jacob. I have to go look for them again.

  From now on, you and your brother Andre will be responsible for leading everyone to the town. I believe you can do a great job!"

  Ronan spoke to the half-elf wizard girl with admiration and encouragement.

  The half-elf wizard girl also agreed readily.

  "no problem."

  Her voice is not the delicate voice of ordinary girls, but rather neutral and full of magnetism.

  Ronan's favorable impression of the half-elf wizard girl suddenly increased.

  "but.."

  After the half-elf wizard girl took on the task assigned by Ronan, her expression suddenly became a little hesitant.

  Ronan asked: "What? Is there anything else?"

  The half-elf wizard girl shook her head.

  "It's okay, I just want to explain it to the adults.

  Actually I'm not Nicole, I'm Andre.

  This is my sister Nicole... She inherited my mother's barbarian blood, and while exploring the path of wizards, she also practices the way of knights."

  The half-elf wizard "girl" pointed at the tall and sturdy half-elf man next to her, who was covered in lumps of flesh and had a large tuft of black chest hair, and introduced her to Ronan sincerely and enthusiastically.

  The smile on Ronan's face froze for a long while,

  without moving at all.

  In the forest, Ronan was running at full speed.

  "What kind of fantasy creation could give birth to such an absurd and abstract pair of siblings!"

  "How can barbarians get along with elves??"

  Ronan complained through gritted teeth as he ran.

  He felt as if something in his heart suddenly broke.

  He once thought that was the beautiful night that represented the beginning of all the stories. The elf girl smiled at him gently by the campfire.

  "Pah!"

  Ronan shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the messy images in his mind.

  "Rustle, rustle—"

  I could hear the sound of branches and grass rubbing against each other quickly.

  Ronan turned around and saw two wizards who were in a hurry and moving in the opposite direction of him.

  Neither of them stopped at all, and when their eyes met, the other party seemed to want to say something but hesitated, as if she wanted to say something to him, but they quickly passed each other.

  "It seems that the news of the appearance of the black-robed wizard has spread. There are probably quite a few black-robed wizards in the forest."  

  Ronan naturally knew what the other wizard wanted to remind him, and he had encountered more than just this group of fleeing wizards along the way.

  The forest was filled with smoke and countless killings were quietly taking place in unknown corners. Apart from Ronan, there was probably no one else who would choose to "go against the flow" at this time.

  It's not that Ronan wants to be a hero.

  If he still fails to keep the oath of mutual assistance that he promised when the small group was established while he still has the strength to do so, then what is the difference between him and Linus and his ilk?

  The experience of killing the intermediate apprentice black-robed wizard just now also gave Ronan a lot of confidence, and it also gave him a clear understanding of his current strength.

  The power of the [Energy Missile] that has reached the half-step expert level is enough to be comparable to the general zero-level advanced spell. In addition, the casting time is only half a second, so his combat power may be stronger than that of an ordinary seventh-level wizard apprentice.

  "Even if I run into a stronger opponent, with my current physical condition, it shouldn't be difficult for me to escape."

  Of course, nothing is absolute and everything has hidden risks.

  But if he didn't even dare to take this risk, Ronan really didn't know what the point of his hard work day and night was.

  Ronan's pace gradually slowed down as he shuttled through the silent woods and got closer to the location where the dense black smoke from the signal was emitted.

  Ronan casually released the [Detection Technique] and carefully paid attention to any movement in the surrounding environment, ready to enter into battle at any time.

  Although he was a little nervous at this moment, he was not afraid at all, but rather calm.

  The deerskin boots covered in wet mud stepped gently on the forest floor full of fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

  There was wind blowing around, and the grass and trees swayed slightly.

  Ronan casually picked up a light red berry nearby, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. The sour and slightly sweet taste slowly spread between his lips and tongue.

  "@#￥%"

  Suddenly, a soft and delicate voice floated into Ronan's ears.

  The chattering

  sounded like someone was whispering in his ear.

  This is

  the sound of a spell being chanted!

  Someone is hiding in the dark and preparing to cast a spell on him secretly!

  Ronan paused, his eyes instantly locked onto a bush not far away, a cold look appeared in his eyes, and he was about to throw out an expert-level [Energy Missile].

  But at this moment the sound stopped abruptly.

  Ronan was slightly startled, somewhat unexpectedly.

  I thought the person behind the bushes had given up on casting the spell, but two seconds later, the sound of the spell chanting rang out again.

  Ronan frowned and took two steps forward. The chanting immediately became rapid and flustered.

  Then it quickly disappeared after a certain syllable was wrong.

  After a while, perhaps the caster's mentality had adjusted, the chanting sound rang out again.

  This repeated several times, and Ronan was speechless.

  "You want to learn sneak attacks when you don't have enough skills?

  You should just learn comedy instead."

  Ronan changed his mind immediately.

  He simply gave up casting the [Energy Missile] and instead placed his hand lightly on the hilt of the one-handed sword at his waist. After all, it took a lot of mental energy to release an expert-level [Energy Missile], so every bit of energy saved was a good thing.

  There is no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut when dealing with a rookie wizard.

  Ronan walked towards the bushes with a calm expression, step by step.

  As his footsteps got closer, the spell chanting and whispering coming from behind the bushes became more and more rapid and panicked.

  The frequency of errors increased rapidly, and it happened repeatedly several times in a short period of time.

  Until Ronan stood completely in front of the bushes and could almost see the outline of the figure hiding behind the bushes.

  ".Al..Albaru~!"

  The sound of the spell chanting, which was trembling and distorted due to fear and tension, suddenly became louder and no one cared to conceal it.

  A hint of coldness flashed across Ronan's face, and he swung out with the sword tightly grasped under his robe.

  "Tear——"

  The sword, shining with cold light, tore through the air, releasing a crescent-shaped white air wave visible to the naked eye, and the dense bushes were crushed into powder in large pieces.

  Amidst the countless flying leaves, the long sword seemed to have hit something, making a loud "bang" sound.

  But soon it swept on with overwhelming force.

  (End of this chapter)