Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 76 Malice and Malice

"The skin of a stoneback beast is a bit of a stretch for a wizard apprentice to use as a material for the Magic Skin spell. He just wants to cover his fist, so it's the best choice for him," the half-man said. "Your calmness is beyond my expectations. You will become a good wizard. He knows about the demon dice, which is also a gain from this trip and a valuable resource that can be exchanged for resources for wizard promotion."

The little dog-headed man smacked his teeth, feeling as if he was being used and plotted against, but the bait he ate was still the real thing.

"You don't need these?" Ruger said with a crooked mouth.

"These things are no longer useful to me." Half-man said without blinking.

But I could inexplicably feel that this guy was telling the absolute truth. At the same time, it was also a disguised admission that he wasn't the real Karyu.

Ruger thought of Baonte's sharp sword and suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

"Can the meditation method be changed?" he asked sincerely.

"Yes, but are you willing to do so? Will he fully trust you?" the half-man said slowly. "And it will cost a great deal. Your mental energy may not be able to withstand it. Even if he obtains this meditation method, he may not practice it himself. The cost of switching to it is still not small for someone whose mental energy has reached the apprentice limit. He is more likely to trade it."

Luger nodded calmly.

He also thought of something else: this guy's actions were definitely a good deal. The money he had paid not only helped him gradually regain his mobility and find half his head, but also tied him up, forcing him to face Baonte. On the surface, he was helping the man regain his freedom and heal his injuries, but in reality, he was being tied up tighter and tighter.

There must be a reason why this guy can say so much here.

"You...can't just take a walk?" Ruger asked tentatively.

He felt that after he asked the question, half of the people seemed to be laughing.

"This city is your chance, and I will take action at the critical moment. I know what you are thinking. Even if I leave this city now, I still can't take action casually. You can understand that my injury has not healed yet, so this is the best choice, everything is the best choice." said the half-man.

"The dance is about to begin, and we should leave. This alley is not a suitable stage for you..."

As soon as the half-man finished speaking, Luger immediately felt a force enveloping him.

The scene around him was changing rapidly, and he seemed to see the figure of a strong man rushing to the entrance of the tavern alley.

Suddenly, the scene stopped changing.

"Looks like we're early."

Ruger looked around and found that this was a huge arena, built of an astonishing number of huge black stones. There was a circular area in the middle and stepped audience seats around it. They were currently in the front audience seats.

"Don't be afraid, I will help you, everything is the best choice." said the half-man.

While Luger was surprised, he was suddenly pushed down.

The moment his feet touched the ground, thunderous cheers rang out from all around, and the huge arena trembled with the echoing cheers.

He first gave himself a mental boost, cheering himself up and suppressing the many distracting thoughts in his mind.

In front of him, a tall figure whose face could not be seen was already waiting there.

The figure held a strange-shaped long stick in his hand and rushed over at the moment Ruger cast the spell. The bent long stick seemed to be not suitable for attacking such a small target as it was swept.

Ruger naturally tried his best and activated the foul-smelling skin. However, the unreal figure did not fall to the ground, but suddenly stopped and did not move. He tried to send a fire bomb, and the figure disappeared with a bang. At the same time, a blurry thing attached to his body, like clothes or armor, and his strength increased a lot in an instant.

As soon as an unreal figure disappeared, another figure holding an axe appeared.

Luger grinned in delight, feeling the rewards of victory. Regardless of whether he could take them out of the city, he felt that if he continued like this, he might actually be able to challenge Baonte. As he was thinking this, a figure wielding an axe lunged towards him from a distance, nearly reaching the area of ​​the stinking flesh.

Boom!

The unreal figure shattered in an instant, shattered under the feet of Baonte who fell from the sky, and was crushed to death.

The expression on Luger's face froze.

"Over there," Luger pointed to the audience, "after I threw the little circle to give the signal, he threw me here as a punishment."

He had thought before that Baonte had his sights on him, and there must have been a reason for him to do so. But why did he keep his eyes on him instead of taking action immediately? Because in Baonte's eyes, his friend Kalu was the one to be caught, and he was the one who was blatantly wandering around in front of him, so he didn't rush to deal with him.

"That's not important. I don't want to wait any longer. I hope you can hand over the black book so that I don't have to look for the magic stone that the wizard can use to erase the mark..."

As Baonte spoke, he took out his silver sword.

Anyone familiar with Baonte would know that he was serious just by seeing this sword.

"Don't panic, I will help you."

The half-human voice rang in Luger's ears, but the figure was no longer in the audience.

Many spell fluctuations flashed across the two opposing people almost at the same time, and their temporary spell slots were cleared in an instant.

Ruger's figure rose rapidly, and this time a small sharp corner slightly longer than the last time emerged from the top of his head, which was itchy and painful. The range of the spell of foul-smelling skin seemed to have changed in an instant, and it actually enveloped Baonte.

I saw Baonte's body sway, and he actually kept his pace.

Luger's eyes widened. He didn't feel as much malice from Baonte as he had imagined.

"Is there any room for easing this matter?" Ruger tried to speak in a low voice after changing his body shape.

Baonte said nothing, but steadied his body and held the sword upright at his side.

"You're going to kill me?" Luger said.

"Feel sorry."

Baonte uttered two words.

Ruger was shocked. This psychopathic guy clearly wanted to kill him, but he didn't have much malice in his heart.

This is simply outrageous!
He had never dared to believe it before, or no one would believe that there was such a person in the world, a person who could not be said to be good or bad, a person who was so pure and terrifying that ordinary people could not understand.

Sure enough, he suddenly remembered the words of the Flame Man, the man who loved cooking. Ruger always felt that this chef who rarely raised his head when speaking had a pair of eyes that could see the truth. This guy's evaluation of Baonte was strange, and he was a person who could only be described as strange.

Fortunately, the smelly skin still has some effect on Baonte.

Ruger suddenly turned sideways, a silver light flashed, and a large piece of flesh flew out from his shoulder. The fuzzy armor given by the arena was completely useless, and the light body technique he was quietly empowering was also interrupted.

Baonte rushed far away with one strike, and found the radiation range of the smelly skin at the first time, standing cautiously at the edge.

"Your magic is strange, but you are still no match for me. I hope you can make it easier for both of us." Baonte said, holding his sword.

(End of this chapter)