Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 104 Monsters and Fear

Ruger suspected that the female wizard apprentice might have long been gone from the Findis family. After failing to send invitations to them several times, she used the other party's name to trick him, a simple and kind-hearted dog-headed man, out. So, he was the one who had been telling the truth and had never lied from the beginning to the end.

A drunken figure sat down next to Ruger.

"Do you need any help, young man?" the man said with a burp.

"I didn't expect you to be here too." Ruger said with a smile.

"I'm not following you. The Findis family is spending a fortune to find some fearless transcendents to deal with a wild wizard with strange methods. Hehe," the alcoholic old wizard apprentice said with a smile, "I heard there's money to be made and there's wine here, so I came here. But their wine isn't as good as mine."

"Young man, you have to be careful. I recognize quite a few wizard apprentices and some miscellaneous extraordinary people. There must be some powerful people from the Findis family hiding in the dark." The old drunkard reminded.

"So, what about you?" Luger said with a smile, "Are you going to attack me?"

The old man who loved drinking waved his hand, took the wine glass from Ruger's hand, raised his head and drank.

Luger smiled and looked around.

Are all extraordinary people proud?
They haven't rushed in yet.

Ruger looked at the people who were eyeing him covetously in the distance and couldn't help but feel curious.

"They're waiting for your poison to take effect," the old man sipped his wine leisurely. "Your constitution seems to be very special. Ordinary poisons seem to have no effect on you."

"Is there poison in the wine?" Ruger looked at the cup in the old man's hand.

"Just a little bit, to spice things up," the old man said. "I've drunk wine that's stronger than the poison these nobles have."

Luger blinked and felt that he had learned something new.

He stood up, straightened his robe, and with a wave of his hand, he took out another seven glasses of wine and placed them next to the old man.

"Enjoy your meal, I'll go take care of it first."

He looked around the dim hall and began to walk slowly forward along one side of the hall.

Ruger didn't take the stairs, but he was still getting closer and closer to Edgar. While walking, he looked up at the second floor and smiled at Edgar.

"That despicable, cunning monster, he certainly hasn't been drinking!" Edgar said, glancing at the old man sitting in the distance tasting wine. "Wild wizards are indeed all despicable, all despicable liars."

Following Edgar's roar, the people in the hall finally began to move.

Three buzzing glowing arrows shot out from the dark corner. Ruger paused slightly, instantly cleared his three temporary spell slots, and rolled over on the spot. He had actually already seen the movements of the man in the corner.

The maintenance of the foul-smelling skin was deliberately controlled, starting and stopping in an instant, and the person in the corner had been dealt with.

He had been thinking about it since his last battle with Baonte. His first mistake was to let Baonte quickly find the range of the effect of Stinking Skin. Although the opponent was experienced, he could sometimes cast spells to maintain, and sometimes stop the spell, constantly changing the distance between the two and the timing of casting spells to interfere with the opponent's judgment, just like what he was doing now, sometimes casting Stinking Skin from a long distance, and sometimes casting spells from very close, completely preventing them from finding the pattern.

Ruger even had time to admire his own towering figure. After the demonic body's blessing, he had grown even taller. In this state, he was already taller than Ai Sijin and only slightly shorter than Dashaheng. The only regret was that he had forgotten to remove his robe, and now only a torn piece was left hanging from his body. He still liked this garment very much.

Seeing the people in the hall, some visible and some invisible, falling one after another, Edgar stopped yelling and cursing. He first took out a bottle of potion and drank it down, then he tore open a scroll with great effort and threw it on his head.

Luger had been keeping an eye on him, so he naturally took it all in. As the scroll fell from the sky, the surrounding darkness writhed.

Ruger quickly moved away, but the twisting darkness spread as he moved, affecting a wider and wider area, until it finally turned into a huge cage that was pressed down on his head.

Because he made the cage so big, many extraordinary people were trapped in it with him.

"Statham! Don't forget your daughter's illness. This is one of the conditions. Show your bravery! Only the Findis family can help you!"

As Edgar finished speaking, a middle-aged knight who was trapped in the shadow cage suddenly rushed towards Luger.

The tall and heroic figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, holding high a spiked war hammer.

"Vincent! The Findis family trained you! Don't be afraid of this monster!"

Another figure trapped in the cage overcame his fear.

At the same time, several fire bombs flew through the gaps in the cage. Just as Luger tried to dodge, a wave of magic paralyzed his entire body. However, even in this situation, the knight still collapsed mid-sentence amid the screams of the crowd, twitching continuously under the influence of the foul-smelling skin. The same happened to the others in the cage.

For a moment, there was only one figure standing in the cage.

The hall also became quiet.

Ruger turned his head and looked at the people in the darkness. He had been rushing around before just to lure out these wild wizards. These guys might not have other abilities, but they were good at taking advantage of the situation and playing tricks. They did not show up easily even when lured.

Boom! He rushed forward with a ferocious smile on his face, crashing into the cage of black shadows.

The cage shook violently.

More arrows and spells flew towards him, mixed with the casters' fear.

Boom! The shadow cage shook violently again!
The shock felt in the hearts of everyone in the hall. The old man who was tasting wine in the distance had already stopped what he was doing. The shock even spilled a little of the wine in the glass he had just picked up.

Ruger whipped his head around, seething with rage. Someone had cast a spell that affected his emotions, but he simply grinned, letting the rage within him rise like a madman. He no longer dodged the incoming arrows and spells as before, but simply charged in. He crushed the convulsing men on the ground, breaking bones and sometimes even shattering skulls. He seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast, his charge sending shattered limbs and blood splattering outside the cage.

This was an experiment he took the opportunity to conduct, and even when he realized that his emotions were affected by some spell, he took the initiative to cancel the spiritual boiling that he had bestowed.

Burning with rage, he lost his rationality and seemed to no longer feel the pain.

But the loss of sanity does not mean becoming stupid. He felt that his strength was growing, his body seemed to be a little taller, and the connection between several spells was becoming deeper.

Two highly compatible spells, Foul Skin and Demonic Body, also seem to be having an effect.

He was still searching, searching for the source of his rage.

Even if there is magic guidance, you still need to have a seed yourself.

As the cage collapsed with a loud bang, he finally found the source of his anger.

They were too weak! The wild wizards were too puny! He was afraid. Subconsciously, when he saw these weaklings, he feared his own predicament. The other party's emotion-modifying spells and demonic bodies combined to turn this fear into fuel for his own rage. If he couldn't get the ferry ticket, wouldn't he end up like these guys, living in a muddle-headed state, living in a corner? In a dozen years, decades later, what difference would he make except that he knew two more minor spells than them?

(End of this chapter)