Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 36 Hairy and Hairless

It hurts! It hurts like hell!

Ruger had never enjoyed such an explosive and fiery full-body massage. The burning heat was mixed with the explosive blows. The powerful impact made him retreat continuously. Under the feeling of suffocation, it seemed as if the huge force at that moment was not pushing him to the wall, but pushing him to another world. More than 20 fire bombs fell on his body one after another. He felt like being crushed repeatedly. The air was swirling under the splashing flames, and it was burning painful to breathe.

But he wanted to laugh again. He didn't know what kind of skin the half-man gave him. It was so burn-resistant and tough. It couldn't even be described as burn-resistant. It was as if it had a faint affinity for flames.

When I could barely sense the current state of the guy who threw the flammable materials around.

He wanted to laugh even more. A fifth-level apprentice was no more than that. But his vision was blurry, and his throat was barely able to shout. Tears, snot, and blood covered his face. His head was buzzing, his ears were ringing, and he didn't even know if there was a piece missing. This was after he subconsciously used his arms to protect his head. Fortunately, he had this dark red skin and was lucky enough to have learned the magic skin technique before running around.

Fortunately, countless fortunately's made him what he is today and prevented him from becoming a charred and broken corpse.

He breathed hard, not caring about the discomfort caused by the heat still lingering in the air.

Now he could do nothing but breathe deeply and lean against the wall.

After an unknown amount of time, the dizziness had recovered a lot. He began to try to move his hands and feet, and simply cleared his mouth and nose to make his breathing smoother. Then he groped for the storage bag. Only then did his brain, which had slowed down after the beating, react. The well-fitting robe he had just obtained was completely ruined. He took out a bottle of Dashaheng's blood, tilted his head back and drank it down. Without these movements, he was not sure if he could drink it smoothly.

He exerted too much force and fell from where he was leaning and lay flat on the ground. His body slowly recovered with the nourishment of Dashaheng's blood.

He thought that the blood had been released for too many days and the effect seemed to have weakened.

When his vision was no longer so blurry, he immediately leaned his head back to the ground, tilted his head, and looked at the person on the other side of the passage who had crossed his path for a distance.

Seeing that the man was also lying on the ground and occasionally moving, he felt relieved.

Not knowing if the other party was also recovering, or if there was something he hadn't seen before, he suppressed his inner anxiety.

Every once in a while, he would check the other party's condition.

It was as if he was racing against an imaginary enemy in terms of recovery ability. He really hoped that he would worry for nothing. It would be much safer if the other party did not recover.

Time would slow down due to anxiety and fear, just like when those fire bombs were approaching him, it was clearly just a blink of an eye, but he felt it was exceptionally long, as if he could give each fire bomb that hit his body a small name in turn, for example, the fire bomb that hit the armpit could be called "Xiao Xie", and the fire bomb that burned all the hair on the head could be called "Tu Ran".

Ruger stretched his legs and felt that he was almost there, so he stood up by holding the wall of the cave.

He mobilized his mental power and cast a zero-ring spell on himself: Mental Boiling.

Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, unknown brother, it’s been long enough, he thought.

Of course, he had indeed been carefully maintaining his smelly skin, and was even afraid that the man would move around and run out of range, so he used his head to arch the ground and crawl forward.

Thanks to Dashaheng's blood, I'll give him more barbecue when I go back.

He moved slowly along the wall of the cave, observing the other party. Based on his experience, seeing the other party twitching, he could almost conclude that it was affected by the smelly skin. It seemed that a target with a physical body was easier to control. It was also possible that this person himself was not as powerful as the last target that was almost a spirit.

The man lying on the ground was wearing a hood, and only the stubble on the lower half of his face could be seen.

Ruger's barely recovered body was still in pain all over. He had no mood or need to study this guy.

He walked to the right spot and stopped.

Judging from the situation just now, this person's zero-ring spell should be the solidified fire bomb spell, and it is not simply solidified. It has obviously been modified or combined with other means to make it incredibly powerful.

Despite the other party's state, he still didn't dare rush over. Today's wizard apprentices all practiced third-generation meditation, and a fifth-level wizard apprentice had at least five temporary spell slots. If he were to be caught by a sudden surprise, he really wouldn't be able to handle it. He once again imbued himself with the power of the wild bull, then pulled out the short spear from his storage bag and shook it in his hand.

There was no rush to act.

First, three consecutive freezing rays all hit the opponent's ankles, even freezing them to the ground.

During this period, the other party still did not resist violently, and it seemed that he was not cheating.

Another freezing ray went straight to his face, but unfortunately the opponent was lying on his side and was partially blocked.

Then he took a stance, swung his arms, and threw out two short spears in succession.

Unfortunately, his skills were limited, and he only hit one target right in the torso and the other just scratched the scalp, but it was enough to stop the nameless guy from squirming.

Luger's body swayed, and he slid down the cave wall and sat on the ground.

pat!pat!
The sound of footsteps made him nervous again after just breathing a sigh of relief. Although he had the power of a wild bull, he still couldn't run fast, but he had to run even if he couldn't.

"It's me, little one, well done."

Baonte walked slowly into view carrying a long gray-white snake, and he didn't look embarrassed at all.

This guy must have thought I was dead, Luger thought.

"This apprentice is probably called Lant. He's relatively weak, and I punched him twice. I think it should be no problem to hand him over to you. If you choose to stay, you should be prepared to face this level of difficulty. This may be the minimum standard." Baonte looked at Ruger, who was already in a state of disarray and speechless, and said, "It seems that he may have improved after not seeing him for a while. Or maybe I was wrong. Are you not yet a third-level wizard apprentice?"

"I just don't know many spells," said Ruger.

After his stinking skin was put to the test by a Level 5 wizard apprentice, he felt more confident. Furthermore, he had only been cooperating with their questions; he had never considered completing any commission from the wizard master. He would take the reward, find an opportunity to escape, and return to his hiding to continue meditating and quickly complete the second magic mark. This was his proper course of action.

"Maybe you really should leave with that fire-playing cook in a few days."

Baonte said as he threw over a bottle of dark green potion.

"It's free," he added.

Ruger took it, but didn't drink it. Instead, he put it into his storage bag solemnly.

Baonte saw it but did nothing and walked towards the corpse nailed to the ground by the spear.

A storage bag was thrown over, and Ruger raised his hand to catch it again, pulling his shoulder which had not yet recovered from forcibly throwing the spear.

He thought about it, stood up, and under Baonte's surprised gaze, walked up to the man and took off his robe and boots.

"I didn't bring a spare," he explained.

The robe, which also had a hood, was torn open at the tear and put on him in a few seconds.

Baonte looked at his body, which was no different from that of an ordinary dog-headed man, with a knowing look.

(End of this chapter)