Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 26 Then and Now

From a distance, the Demon Skin spell model resembled a leaf with pointed ends. It was now slowly turning, like the other spell models, swirling around the magic mark within the mental space. They seemed to be guarding this solitary magic mark. And at the highest point of the mental space, a zero-ring spell slot, imbued with the foul-smelling skin, shone like a star below.

Ruger is already working hard to usher in the second magic mark as soon as possible.

After he recovered, he immediately began to cast spells, continuously empowering the spell model for seven times. By the eighth time, he was already struggling to cast the spell.

That's about it.

He scratched his skin lightly with his fingernails. The magic stimulated the surface of his skin to form some wrinkles, and the whole skin was covered with a layer of translucent keratin, but the feeling was just average. The advantage was that it was light and comfortable, and he would not feel any discomfort when standing up, moving around, and jumping.

After a brief meditation to recover, he took out the gift set given by Halfman.

A piece of leather the size of a palm and a bottle of matching potion.

The precautions on the potion bottle can be read through mental power, and it seems a bit dangerous at first glance.

First of all, he needs to choose an attachment location. Since he is a self-defense guy, his idea is not to show up in public. Just because he has limited knowledge and doesn't know what kind of leather this is, it doesn't mean that others don't know it either. In case there are any targeted methods, and seeing a sudden little thing, most wizard apprentices will guess that he knows magic skin magic, or even uses it frequently.

He fumbled for a long time and finally chose the area below his upper arm.

He first used a hair removal spell on himself. When he raised his hand, he couldn't help but think of Baldy. With precise control of the spell, he would naturally not let himself become like that.

He cleaned the back of his arm, broke the lid of the medicine bottle, and slowly poured the medicine down the back of his arm along his raised elbow. The medicine inside was a little sticky, just enough not to flow too fast. With a hissing sound, his skin felt like it was corroded, but it was not as painful as he had imagined. Instead, it was a strange itch that was more intense, as if it went straight from the corroded area to the depths of his soul.

He counted silently in his mind, waited for the right moment, lifted up the unknown piece of leather and pressed it hard against him.

The leather, which I was worried was a little irregular, instantly became fit and honest, as if it was made for this corroded area. I reached out and gently smoothed it out. The size of the two became one under the effect of the potion. Everything looked so perfect, except for a slight pain from the backlash.

At this moment, he felt that it was like a birthmark that was slightly rough to the touch.

Zero-ring spell: Demon Skin.

He cast the spell again, carefully feeling the changes in the spell.

This was the first time he used a spell with the help of a spell material, and it was such a special spell material that was highly bound to his body.

He also felt the change in the cost of casting the spell. This was a change in the same spell that he had never experienced before. He was in a hurry to experiment with the smelly skin last time.

First, there was a tingling sensation on the back of his arm. The palm-sized skin still looked black. As the spell succeeded, his entire body changed because of it. He raised his hands in front of his eyes, and his skin had turned a solemn dark red.

He took out a claw left by the Black Haired Saint Lord and scraped it hard, leaving only a white scratch.

The maximum number of spell castings has been reduced from eight to five.

From this, it can be seen that the original owner of this piece of skin should be a creature stronger than him.

When you poke it with your fingernail, you can feel its hardness but also its toughness.

He lay on the ground in a big letter shape.

Close your eyes and enjoy a moment of relaxation.

With a thought in his mind, the smelly skin was successfully used, and it seemed that there was no conflict.

After resting and meditating, he would embark on a journey to visit the remains of the wizards. As a dog-headed man, there was not much he could do. He would make good use of the things they left behind and then simply bury them. Of course, as a dog-headed man, he would not waste anything. Waste was shameful, so maybe shoes and the like would be taken away.

He had already made preparations to go out, and he didn't want to disturb anyone by leaving now. If Ai Sijin and Bald Tooth couldn't find him, they would just think he was hunting for insects nearby.

As for what needs to be prepared, it is actually very simple. For example, the two small bottles of Dashaheng's blood in the storage bag were what he exchanged for shaved ice when they separated. He also asked for the broken handle of Baldy's knife. For him, the remaining piece is equivalent to a war hammer. As for the rest of the spare food and the like, there is no need to say more.

Picking out the most convenient long stick with an animal tooth fixed on the tip, he left this maze-like place where he had the opportunity to survive until now.

Before leaving, I suddenly thought of some heroic and tragic stories, such as being stabbed in the back and sent to the cemetery as soon as I left the house.

He carried a long stick and walked with his short legs, and when he thought that he was not a hero, he relaxed again.

To reach the nearest target, one must first pass through the area where the small cave where the gnolls are entrenched, and then head to the larger cave where the gnolls have hunted for generations. It is a small world in the cave that is like a wonderland, and the target has to cross it diagonally. Fortunately, it is passed diagonally, otherwise it would take a few more days to walk. In an adjacent small cave area on the edge of the area is the burial place of a wizard.

Of course, the most likely scenario is that he is a wealthy wizard apprentice.

From another perspective, this journey was also a pleasure for him.

Ruge, who did not participate in the tribe's hunting, did not dare to go far during that period.

The mysterious underground space, for a weak race like the kobolds, teems with unknowns and dangers. The kobolds' reliance on the so-called Holy Lord and their eagerness to attach themselves to powerful aliens are partly due to this very environment. This harsh living environment fosters this strange way of life.

As for the current Ruger, he believed that if he was not careless, he could be more powerful than the strongest hunting team in the tribe.

He would occasionally use the power of a bull on himself, and his abundant endurance allowed him to rush all the way, master the interval time, and keep his mental strength in a relatively satisfactory state.

After a non-stop trek.

He slowly stopped and finally saw the beautiful scenery that he had not seen for a long time.

After entering the big hole area, after walking for a distance, you will involuntarily look up and see the tall spindle-shaped mushrooms standing in the distance like giant trees.

When he first saw it, he was stunned for a moment and was kicked in the butt by the ogre behind him.

During the two times he followed the hunting team, he had never been to that area. It seemed that it was one of the more dangerous places in this cave world.

Luger withdrew his gaze and observed the surrounding environment.

The sound of footsteps has been kept as low as possible.

On the way, he had been maintaining the second form of foul-smelling skin, so he picked up a few cute little prey. If it was an unfamiliar prey that he did not intend to eat or did not dare to eat, he would not choose to stab it to death and make the long stick smell of blood.

"lizard Man?"

He had just walked a distance when he ran into a group of lizardmen.

Moreover, they had scarlet backs that I had never seen before, which was very different from the green-backed guys who had been fighting with the dog-headed people for years. They looked much stronger, and there was a row of vertical spikes wrapped in thin membranes on their backs, which looked like the spikes had burst through the tough skin.

Looking in this direction, it seems like this group of little lizards are going to visit the dog-headed people.

"Well, it would be nice if there was a mind control spell."

He couldn't help but think to himself.

(End of this chapter)