Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 6: The soul in the ring

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The clear night sky is littered with stars, shining on the quiet Maple Leaf town, beside the stone bridge, a thin figure is kneeling in front of the grave.

Ron’s tears were streaming down, he stood up abruptly, the weak, never need tears.

Thinking of those few domineering young masters, Ron's anger almost broke through the sky, he couldn't break each other's body into pieces, and there was a voice in his heart constantly shouting.

"Vengeance, I want revenge..."

"To avenge grandpa..."

But Ron quickly became discouraged. The word revenge is simple to say, but it is not so easy to do it.

Strength, no strength, not to mention that Kitley, any butler and servant of Naka Manor can beat him to the ground.

Ron lowered his head in frustration. He has no strength. How can he get revenge?

"Hey, if I were a magician..." Ron said mockingly, "So I can avenge grandpa..."

It can be imagined that a fifteen-year-old child is still a helpless wandering child, saying that he wants revenge, that is simply impossible. At this time, Ron, besides anger and self-comfort, what nothing.

"Tomorrow... Tomorrow, go to Fenglin Ancient Road to try your luck, even if it is a glimmer of hope..." Ron sighed. For now, he has only this option.

"It would be great if I met a magician..."

At this moment, a sudden voice rang in Ron's ear.

"Do you have to be a magician if you want revenge?"

In this quiet night, the sudden sound made people feel creepy, and Ron was startled.

"Who? Who is here?"

Ron looked around, but he didn't find a figure, and his heart became even more flustered.

"Child, don't be afraid, I am here..."

After saying this, a cloud of black air appeared in front of Ron's eyes. The black air gradually grew larger, and a figure gradually emerged.

Ron was frightened by the sudden appearance of the figure. He kept backing up, staggering and falling to the ground.

The old man who appeared in front of Ron, his complexion was slightly pale, he was wearing a black magic robe, he was entwined with a trace of blackness, his eyes glowed with dark blue light, like a wolf in the wild The same, it looked a little gloomy and terrifying in the silent night.

"Child, don't be afraid, I have no malice..." Sombra grinned and showed a kind smile, which in Ron's eyes was more terrifying than evil spirits.

"You...who are you?" Ron asked in horror.

"My name is Huo Meilin, the undead magister Huo Meilin." The old man said with a smile, "My child, what is your name?"

"I...I'm Ron..." Seeing Homelin so kind, Ron calmed down and asked.

"You... why are you here?"

"I am a soul body. After death, people will turn into souls and stay there..." Hummelin smiled and stretched out his hand and clicked the ring on Ron's hand. "I am awakened by your blood. , So I ran out."

"The ring?" Ron looked at the humble ring in his hand, puzzled. It was a bargain bought by Grandpa Zari from a vagrant businessman on his tenth birthday, just a few copper coins.

On the outside, this ring has no decorations, just a small black iron ring. In terms of shape, the cheapest ring is much better than it.

Because Ron's blood flowed onto the ring to activate it, Khomelin had actually been out for a while, and he had been watching Ron.

When he knew Ron wanted to be a magician, he couldn't help but jump out.

"Don't worry, Ron, I am a soul body, I have no strength or ability to hurt you..." As if feeling the fear in Ron's heart, Huo Meilin took the initiative.

He smiled again and continued to ask, "Ron, can you tell me where this is?"

"Uh...Maple Leaf Town..." Ron replied.

"Maple Leaf Town?" Huo Meilin frowned. This is a name I've never heard before, "Where is this place?"

"Maple Leaf Town is in the Holy Roman Empire..." Ron saw that he didn't understand, and added another sentence.

"Holy Roman Empire?" Khomelin's heart jumped, another country's name he didn't recognize.

Homelin frowned. He thought for a while and asked, "Ron, do you know the natural disaster church?"

"Scourge Church?" Now Ron was at a loss. "What is the Scourge Church?"

"What's the matter? Even the natural disaster church doesn't even know how is it possible?" Khomelin was taken aback and lost his voice, "Isn't this the Omros continent?"

"Omros Continent? Haven't heard of..." Ron shook his big head, "I only know that our place is Noah Continent..."

"Continent of Noah? What's the matter?" Huo Meilin's breathing became short. "Did I reach another plane? What happened after I died?"

The soul slept in the ring. No matter how long it was, Khomelin felt it was just a moment. He didn't know what happened. In fact, from Khomelin's death, the years have passed 100,000 years.

And Ron didn't know at this time. In the fairy tale told by the old man in Maple Leaf Town, the continent that was punished and abandoned by the gods was called Omros.

……

Ron was also completely relieved of Huo Meilin at this time, and got up and said, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, why are you hiding in this ring?"

Recalling the past, Huo Meilin's lips twitched fiercely. He will never forget. His apprentice took the potion made of "blue face flower" and coaxed him to drink it. This potion made of flowers can make people drink it. He temporarily lost his power, and then killed himself with a knife. Fortunately, his soul was strong enough to abandon his body and hide in the ring. Otherwise, even his soul would be wiped out.

Homelin didn’t want to talk about the sad past, but instead changed the subject and said, "Ron, I just heard you want to be a magician. What is going on?"

Looking at Huo Meilin, Ron only felt cordial for a while, not for anything else. Huo Meilin looked too much like Grandpa Zari, all so kind and kind. At first Ron thought that Grandpa Zari was alive again.

Ron was full of grievances, and just wanted to find someone to talk to him. He told Khomelin all the things today, and when it came to emotions, he couldn't help crying.

"So it's like this..." Homelin nodded and listened to Ron's words. He sympathized with Ron's experience. His eyes showed a trace of murderous intent, "Such a person, you should kill..."

He paused and said, "But Ron, if you want to avenge your grandfather, that needs strength. Without strength, there will only be countless resentments and accusations left. This will not help..."

Homelin read countless people, he could see Ron's poverty at a glance, and revenge was as difficult as heaven for him.

"So I really want to be a magician..." Ron said firmly in his eyes, "As long as I become a magician, I can avenge grandpa..."

Homelin chuckled lightly, "Ron, you don’t have to be a magician if you want revenge..."

Ron heard something like these words. He looked at Huo Meilin carefully, and said with a hint of joy, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, could it be said that... you are a magician? You wear magic. Gown?"

He regarded Huo Meilin's Necromancer robe as a magic robe.

Huo Meilin smiled and nodded, "Yes, but I am not a magician, I am the undead magister Huo Meilin, and I belong to the natural disaster church-the temple of the undead..."

When Ron heard this, he was dumbfounded, "What? You are not a magician?"

"Although I am not a magician, I am a necromancer..."

"Huh?" Ron's eyes gradually dimmed, but the gleam of hope that had just ignited in his heart was ruthlessly shattered.

Looking at Ron’s expression, Khomelin was slightly dissatisfied. He stared strangely, "Why? Look down on me Necromancer? Tell you, when I was a Necromancer, I don’t know how many magicians died. I have it, you didn’t know where it was at that time..."

Ron tilted his neck and asked, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, can it be said that you, a necromancer, are better than a magician?"

"Of course..." Huo Meilin was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. He couldn't see that others would defeat his undead magic. If it weren't for him to be a soul, he would have already passed by with a big ear.

"Better than a fire magician?" Ron continued to ask.

"Of course..." Huo Meilin replied proudly.

"Better than earth magician?"

"Of course..."

"Better than a water magician?"

"Of course..."

"..."

"Bringing..." Ron finally came to a conclusion directly after listening.

"You..." Huo Meilin was almost furious. He pointed at Ron, shaking and unable to speak, his beard was moved with anger.

Seeing the stubborn Ron, Huo Meilin couldn't help being defeated. What is this called? The ignorant is fearless.

He thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and said softly, "Ron, let's do this, if you are willing to learn undead magic from me, I will consider teaching you..."

"It's not great magic, I don't learn..." Ron still shook his head and said. "You can't get revenge after learning it, it's useless..."

If people in the old Omros continent heard it, they would probably drop their jaws. The undead holy magister Huo Meilin personally accepted the disciples. I am afraid that half of the continent will be a sensation. Just queuing up to ten streets. Go, now I want to accept disciples in a low voice, but the other party still doesn't accept it.

"Huh?" Huo Meilin was dumbfounded, and shook his head helplessly, "Then Ron, what do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn magic...well, fire magic is the best..." Ron said excitedly after thinking about it, "water or earth etc..."

Ron started to imitate the scene of the female magician casting spells he had seen before.

"The raging fire hidden in hell, accept my call and burn my enemies..., go, fireball!!!"

I have to say that Ron's movements are extremely well done. It seems that he has gone through many practice, but apart from the movements, there is no spark at all.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, do you know this?"

"I won't..."

Huo Meilin felt that he was completely defeated. He didn't pay attention to this **** fireball technique. He killed the opponent casually with bone spurs, but then again, Huo Meilin was really not Can fireball.

However, Huo Meilin couldn't help it. Because Ron's blood dripped on the ring, he felt that his soul had been connected with Ron. He had to rely on Ron to regain his body.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, do you have any friends who are magicians? Would you let him teach me..." Ron raised a smile, and wanted to reach out and shake Huo Meilin's hand, but he grabbed a moment when he didn't expect it. Remember that the other person is a soul body.

"The magician?" Huo Meilin gave him an angry glance, thinking that in this unexplained birdland, I am still a soul, and I know a **** magician.

Huo Meilin took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, softened his tone, and prepared to further coax Ron to learn undead magic, suddenly his face changed and he trembled.

"Ron, do you have any enemies? Someone came straight here, as if... it was for you!"