Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 17 Low-key and Exploratory

This place lacks everything except roads. He turned around and around until he was confused, and then he felt relieved.

He simply stopped running at full speed, but he showed no sign of stopping. His two ruthless, short legs swung at a steady pace, as if trying to throw his feet off. He had always believed that the kobolds' timidity was a bad habit, limiting them and preventing them from becoming stronger. But after what he had just experienced, he felt that it was nothing, completely understandable.

The cowardice of the dog-headed people can save their lives. In most cases, they will not be frightened and will not do stupid things like standing still. Once they are frightened, they will scatter and their instinct will drive them to run away.

Just as he is doing now.

Since he had the small storage bag, it became convenient to run around, he sighed in his heart.

For a dog-headed man, this place is full of large houses where he can settle down, and the fact that they are open on all sides means that it is easy to escape.

He came to a spacious and pleasing place, but unfortunately it was the intersection of three passages and could only be considered transparent on three sides.

Set your mind.

The little bug man's expression was very wrong when he left.

The only problem now is that there is no food, but that doesn't matter. He can starve for now. After all, another specialty of the Gnollman is resistance to hunger, which has not been used for a long time. He can wait quietly until tomorrow and then try to find his way out.

"My backup rations, are you okay?"

He took the breeding bag, opened the bag, and whispered to it close to his face.

The big insect egg actually shook and seemed to be trembling.

This thing can actually understand what we say?
He had seen the little bug-man communicate with him in the language of the Crypt Common, so this time he also used the language when teasing the bug eggs. Before, he had thought the two brothers could somehow communicate, using pheromones or something like that.

After teasing for a while, he calmed down.

He sat down against the wall of the cave, took out the spell book of freeze ray and continued to read it.

Learning a spell directly from scratch is not like learning from the spell model as you might imagine. I learned before that the spell model is equivalent to a special rune that can be extremely simple or extremely complex. It is an alternative man-made creation.

Without the use of inheritance scrolls and the auxiliary power, simply put, if you want to build an excellent spell model with your own strength, you must first understand a bunch of smaller and more fragmented things. If you don't understand any of them thoroughly, it will be difficult to build the simplest spell model.

Those little things can be understood as even smaller runes, which are somewhat similar to a strange element that emerges from the collision of all things in the world with the spiritual power beyond the mundane. They can also be said to be the expression of the world. If the world is regarded as a person who can speak, the person can say one sentence at a time, but the world can speak a hundred or ten thousand sentences at the same time. A less accurate analogy is that these little things and even the big runes in meditation are all captured, seen, and understood words spoken by the world, or even just punctuation marks.

These little creatures may seem cute, but they are actually so naughty that they make people tired. Simply observing them comes at the cost of continuously consuming mental energy.

At first glance, they all look the same, but in reality, they are completely different. Even if they are broken into two and then put together, they are still different. They blend together and repel each other, and when multiple are put together, they will have different changes. If you don't have a thorough understanding of them, it will be difficult to continue building the spell model. However, this is still a good thing, because the predecessors have paved the way, and the book has given a range, one by one corresponding to each naughty ghost required by this spell, not one more, not one less, complete and reliable.

Perhaps in the eyes of the great wizard, this kind of book is a fool-proof, step-by-step guide.

He scratched his head as he flipped through the book, trying to understand and master it bit by bit. He turned the pages slower and slower, sometimes not turning a page at all for the whole day. Fortunately, after becoming a wizard apprentice, the transformation of his mental strength made his brain a little better than before.

It suddenly occurred to him that, from another perspective, he was actually having a conversation with the world.

It's just that the world is a chatterbox even more exaggerated than Old Gold Teeth, talking non-stop since its inception. And what he'd been dissecting and studying for a few days might be just half a word the world uttered, or even a greater disparity, so vast it's hard to describe. Therefore, this exaggerated disparity makes it a stretch to call it a conversation. As they studied and explored these runes, it felt more like they were trying to tap into the world's echoes. Perhaps an echo from a world thousands of years ago. He looked up at the crystal lamp standing in the corner. The diamond-shaped crystals embedded in the hourglass-shaped frame had already completed another cycle, switching their shining ends.

In the blink of an eye, he had been hungry for five days. He repeatedly reminded himself that this was not due to excessive caution, but the selfless state of mind he had gained from learning magic for the first time, combined with the kobold's natural ability to endure hunger, had overcome hunger. It seemed that after becoming a wizard's apprentice, his ability to endure hunger had also become stronger.

He finally decided to move.

After a few days of self-study, he has accumulated a lot of gifts for half people.

Maybe you could also consider giving half a human a worm, but I'm not sure if this guy would take a bite and then leak it out somewhere else.

He did not follow the route he recalled.

I've been hiding for so many days, I can't be careless at the end.

It took me half a day to find my way out and I successfully arrived at the long-missed hunting ground in the ravine.

The first thing he saw was a pair of beautiful dark pointed ears.

It should be the dark elf that Old Gold Teeth mentioned.

At least from his human perspective, it is quite beautiful. Perhaps the dog-headed people and lizard people would have different opinions.

After he came out, he kept a low profile and did not cast the foul skin spell. He looked like an ordinary little dog-headed man.

At this moment, he made an action that was consistent with the image and temperament of an ordinary dog-headed man.

He howled, waved his arms, turned and ran.

This black elf was about the same height as a human. He stood there casually with his back straight, giving off a sense of tallness and sharpness. When he heard Ruger's footsteps, he didn't look over immediately, but waited until Ruger started to run away before glancing at him.

This is also the effect that Ruger wants.

At this moment he was just an ordinary dog-headed man, at least that was the first impression others had of him.

The fact that this dark elf could leave his home alone and wander around the territories of other underground races was enough to show that he was a tough guy.

There are many places where you can catch bugs now, so just give them to the other party.

Seeing that the elf had not caught up with him for a long time, he began to slow down, walk lightly and close his mouth, thinking carefully. The pointy-eared guy just now seemed to be standing there observing the entire ravine, not catching insects to eat.

Ruger thought about it and decided not to care about those things. After catching the bugs, he hurried back and learned the spell as soon as possible.

He had already decided not to wait to become a Level 2 wizard apprentice and set out as soon as he learned this spell. He would first search the two relatively nearby wizard fall sites. Thanks to Little Crybaby for the Wizard Heritage Map.

The last time he parted with the little bug man, maybe it was the last time they saw each other. If there was any danger, it would definitely be around the little bug man. He was just a passing scrap.

(End of this chapter)