Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 3 Dogs and Bugs

Ruger bent his legs like a dog, trying to get into a standard cross-legged sitting position with the soles of the feet facing upwards. But this was a bit difficult for the dog-headed men, especially for one who was the shortest in the tribe. But in the end, he succeeded with a slight noise in his legs.

Perhaps, it doesn't have to be like this. After all, there is no such requirement in the Magic Scar Meditation Method.

He thought so after he finished fiddling with it.

This was purely a spur of the moment act, fulfilling his wild childhood fantasies, just like the masters in those stories practicing their peerless secret techniques.

To say what he is most familiar with this meditation method with a cool name.

It was the old friend who often danced for him, and the pattern occupied the entire second page.

He now knew that he needed to trace six runes in the meditation space to form the first magic scar. During the process, his mental strength would be tempered. For a normal wizard apprentice, the growth of mental strength and the formation of the magic scar would occur simultaneously. At that moment of success, he would become a qualified first-level wizard apprentice.

The dancing pattern on the second page is the first rune to master.

When he was able to outline the first rune, under normal circumstances, his trained mental strength was already able to support him to turn to the third page of the black book and see the true appearance and explanation of the next rune.

These playful runes will slowly dissipate after being drawn.

If you want to stop these silent little rascals, you have to form the first magic mark as soon as possible.

In other words, he needs to keep trying to hone himself, and after mastering the six runes one after another, he needs to outline them in the meditation space in one breath.

Ruger relaxed his mind and saw the mystery he had glimpsed for a moment again.

He was immersed in his own meditation space. After recalling the key points to pay attention to when starting meditation, he did not rush to start.

This spiritual space, belonging to him, actually intoxicated him at this moment. He felt this unique tranquility. His feet stepped on the surface of the spiritual sea, which seemed to be solid. He felt a strange sensation. He looked up at the starless deep space. The deep space seemed infinite, but he could still vaguely feel the size of the spiritual space.

After a long time, he finally began to outline the first rune in the air.

After a moment, he frowned slightly.

The old friend who has seen it countless times now seems a little unfamiliar. It changes differently from different angles, and even subtle changes will occur as time goes by. It is necessary to outline it in one go based on a certain degree of understanding.

This requirement of doing it in one go is also a test of the control of mental strength.

In the limited inherited knowledge and black books in his head, there was no mention of how long it would take a normal wizard apprentice to complete the outline of the rune for the first time in his life. So he had no reference for comparison.

Until hunger forced him away, ending that wonderful meditative state.

He had just managed to outline this first rune.

An ever-changing rune floats in the meditation space, changing over and over again while also slowly dissipating, bringing a touch of vitality to this quiet place.

Gurgle! My stomach rumbled at the perfect moment.

He fell down, his legs so numb that he couldn't move.

That's it?

Is it difficult? Harder than I imagined.

But it is not like what is said in meditation methods, where various important points are solemnly reminded.

He was very familiar with the stomach-based timing method. Before the fat meatworm appeared, he had often been hungry. Feeling the level of hunger at this moment, he made a judgment. If the subsequent runes were of this level, it would only take a few days to master the six runes and complete the formation of the first magic mark.

Maybe, really soon.

He thought to himself and looked up at the half-dead flesh worm hanging on the wall of the cave.

As long as there is enough food, he can stay here for days without going out and meditate all the time.

Gulu!
He didn't bother to look at the new runes on the third page, and simply crawled towards the half meat worm he had left over from last time, dragging his legs that had not yet recovered.

After eating, I started meditating again. It seemed that the result of drawing the first rune slightly relieved the fatigue in my heart.

The only difference was that this time he chose to meditate in a lying position.

As the number of worms gradually decreased, he began to eat less at every meal.

Starting from the third page, there was no explanatory text as expected. Page after page contained new runes, so when you opened the page, you would see both the runes on the third and fourth pages at the same time.

Finally, the food ran out.

Ruger looked at the remaining thumb-length insect leg in front of him. He had left it there to fill his stomach before going out hunting, so that he wouldn't run away if he ran into trouble. After all, he had been in a state of not starving to death, but not full for many days.

"I wonder what happened to that Gray Long-Neck Saint..."

He muttered to himself, picked up his stick and followed his original route, intending to go to the ravine where he often hunted to catch a few more worms.

I have thoroughly mastered four runes and can outline them in one breath, but the fifth is still a bit difficult.

Everything he looked at now was filled with joy, as if the happiness welling up from the bottom of his heart was overflowing.

It's just that the matter of making shorts has to be postponed again, but he thought that when he really becomes a wizard apprentice and becomes powerful, he can make better ones and make it more perfect. Besides, his precious black book is so thick, and he doesn't know what is written in the back. Maybe there will be some powerful spells.

The journey was safe and sound again, and we didn't encounter any dog-headed people.

Gnolls usually find fun in bullying their weaker brethren, which is boring and stupid behavior. He doesn't have time to get involved with them now.

"What a master! No matter how powerful he is, he can't even lead them to hunt on the ground..."

He wanted to go to the surface and bask in the sun after a long absence. Even though his current appearance might scare people and he might be chased and beaten, or have his butt stabbed with a sword, he really missed the feeling of sunlight, the fresh air, and the smell of sunlight.

So far, he still doesn't know how to get to the ground. He had asked Ai Sijin before, but she also knew nothing.

He went to his own hunting grounds and caught four worms for the first time before heading back.

This time he was not as lucky as last time in catching insects, and the amount of hunting had increased, so it really took him quite a while.

He had a feeling that outlining and fusing the six runes might not be that simple, and he didn't want to be interrupted by issues like food.

Three annoying figures appeared in front of him when they should not have appeared.

Two in front and one behind, they trapped Luger in a cave.

The leading dog-headed man grinned foolishly, looking so stupid.

This guy is not tall, only half a head taller than Ruger. His image is the most eye-catching among the three idiots. He is missing an ear and an eye on his dog head. The ear naturally has nothing to do with Ruger. He is a kind little dog-headed man, and he knows the details of the empty eye socket.

I remember it was a piece of bone with a sharp tip. It first stabbed in at an angle, then it was lifted up and pulled, and then a scream was heard. He was nearby at the time and saw it most clearly because he was holding the piece of bone in his hand.

He has no choice.

He was extremely hungry at the time, and if he didn't scare them like this, his skinny body would become the target of all the nearby gnolls.

The food would be snatched away time and again.

He just wanted to keep the bitter piece of meat in his hand, which was the hunting trophy he got when he participated in the tribe's first hunt.

"insect."

"Give us!"

"The great gray long-necked master has ordered that no insects be eaten."

The three dog-headed men were talking to each other in the short and unpleasant dog-headed language, gradually approaching him.

Ruger swiftly shook off the fleshworm on the long stick, then slowly retreated to the side, leaving the solid cave wall behind him.

One of the dog-headed men immediately ran towards the fleshworm, while the other two, holding dagger-shaped weapons made from the underground beast's front claws and fangs, continued to approach Ruger.

Luger smiled, put the long stick aside, and untied the rope around his chest.

"Let me show you something good..."

After he learned the common language of the catacombs, he no longer wanted to speak the unpleasant and flat-mouthed Gnoll language, but this time he just felt particularly refreshed, because he had been looking forward to it and wanted to say this sentence for a long time.

The sound of flipping pages could be heard.

He carried the black book with him all day long, not only because he cherished it and wanted it to be a guarantee of his safety, but also because he wanted to find an opportunity to do an experiment.

The two dog-headed men were indeed attracted, and their three eyes were bigger than copper bells.

He first turned a page, spread it out flat, and then grasped both sides of the book with both hands, showing them both pages completely at the same time.

The focus is not on the text on the first page on the left, but on the pattern on the second page.

The rune that made his head dizzy and helped him fall asleep.

According to his plan, he would continue to flip backwards and show them the runes at the back one by one.

But his hand that was turning the page suddenly stopped, and the situation was beyond his expectations.

The two dog-headed men's eyes seemed to be sucked in, their whole bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, veins bulged on their foreheads, but they didn't move their eyes away.

Ruger held the book in both hands and tried to take another step forward.

The two dog-headed men's eyes widened and their eyeballs were bloodshot, as if they had completely lost their ability to resist.

Just when he was about to continue observing.

With a bang, the two dog-headed men's heads exploded simultaneously, and the headless bodies collapsed to the ground.

silence.

This ordinary cave fell into an eerie silence.

Bah! Bah!
The dog-headed man holding the meat worm had a dazed look on his face, and the meat worm in his hand kept slipping out.

Ruger put down the book that he had subconsciously raised in front of his face to block the splashing blood. An ear that splashed on the pages of the book was sliding down. The inside of the book was as non-sticky as the cover that was used as tableware.

Is this my sleep book?
incredible.

He had originally only intended to knock the two kobolds unconscious, and his long staff was propped against the cave wall so he could easily pick it up. He had already devised ninety-nine stick techniques for beating them after they were stunned, and he was also considering whether he could try to subdue them, beat them into submission, and make them catch fleshworms for him.

He quickly analyzed the cause and effect in his mind to calm himself down a little.

However, the results are not bad.

At least it solves the problem completely.

However, he had already given up the idea of ​​letting Aisijin learn meditation.

After calming down, he held the book in one hand and picked up the long stick in the other, putting on a calm and composed posture.

Step by step, he walked towards the stunned dog-headed man.

The only one among the three evil dog-headed men is the tallest and the dumbest among them. He is so dumb that he has abandoned the cunning and bestial side of the dog-headed men. Usually, he plays the roles of carrying, covering the rear, and being the first to go in when there is danger.

Ruger approached step by step, his steps were very slow, even getting slower and slower, but he frightened the big guy so much that he fell backwards and sat on the ground, at a loss.

The dazed look in his eyes was filled with fear of the unknown, an inability to understand, an inability to cope, and something that was beyond the capacity of his brain.

"Master Gray Longneck, did you say that we are not allowed to catch insects?" Ruger thrust his long stick at the other's feet and looked down at the dog-headed man sitting on the ground.

The big kobold looked at him in fear, first shook his head, then nodded.

Seeing Ruger frowned.

The big guy hummed and explained hurriedly.

"insect."

But the more afraid and anxious you are, the more confused you become.

The large dog-headed man slumped on the ground, repeating and gesturing with his hands.

(End of this chapter)