Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 85 Relaxation and solemnity

Seeing the red-haired woman, a Transcendent, hiding a hint of nervousness beneath her serious expression, Ruger realized that this matter might not be easy to resolve. Furthermore, it was most likely not a sudden incident. If that were the case, there would only be one person worthy of being targeted, and it certainly wouldn't be him, a little-known kobold.

Lorigo suddenly reached out and pulled the red-haired woman away, slowly walked up to Ruger, and looked closely at his dog-like face covered with hair and small scales.

"Wizard Luger, can I trust you?"

Lorigo's expression was extremely serious.

Being stared at so closely, and even locked in his eyes, made Luger feel a little uncomfortable. But he could already sense the sincerity, or rather, not sincerity, but a genuine feeling born of desperation and necessity.

"These redeemers couldn't have suddenly appeared here. Their appearance is likely related to me. They might want to stop me from exploring the ruins, or they might simply want to take my life. I'm more inclined to the second possibility. The ruins might not even exist. They must have considered Myrtle. People who are familiar with her must know that Myrtle will always be by my side, so there must be a transcendent hidden in the dark who can fight against Myrtle..."

Master Lorigo spoke clearly and logically. The sounds of killing around the camp made his face even uglier, but it did not disturb his thoughts.

This was also the first time Luger had heard the red-haired woman's name. But this also raised a question: he himself, a spellcaster, and also a wizard, appeared in a dirty and chaotic cave town to meet them. This was a bit suspicious. No wonder the red-haired woman had been a little nervous when she saw him.

"If you're willing to believe, you can trust me. Just shout out my name, Lord Ruge, and I'll guarantee your safety tonight." Ruge slipped out a line from a biographical novel he'd read a while ago, and hurriedly brought up another topic, saying, "Ever since we met, you've been eager for me to perform a spell, but out of respect you've kept it to yourself. Tonight, I'll show you how to summon a kobold!"

Ruger said this with a wave of his hand, and the invisible space door opened, and Aisijin and Dashaheng walked out with weapons.

The sudden appearance of two tall and fierce figures frightened Lorigo so much that he stepped back repeatedly.

Luger gave Aisijin a look.

"From now on, you must protect Master Lorigo and don't let anyone hurt him," said Ruge.

The two tall dog-headed men nodded when they heard this, and protected Lorigo in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.

The red-haired beauty Myrtle opened her mouth as if to say something, but Lorigo waved her hand to stop her.

"Thank you, Lord Ruge, for your help," he said with his head down.

Ruger waved his hand and began to use the light body technique and the strength of the bull on his body. He walked slowly towards the entangled battlefield and went straight to the group of people with abnormal brains.

He came to the edge of the camp and jumped into the crowd. With the help of his foul-smelling skin, the dense crowd fell down one after another. Some mercenaries retreated in fear, while others, with blood-thirsty eyes, took the opportunity to stab their fallen opponents. Some individual mercenaries were also affected, but Ruger ignored them. Being affected meant that they had ill intentions towards him.

He casually controlled the situation on the battlefield. The bloody and brutal fight instantly became a child's play because of his strength and the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

He wandered among the crowd, hearing the sounds of falling enemies and the mercenaries' awed glances. Every move he made was a miracle. Some veteran mercenaries were discussing how different Ruger was from the wizards they had seen before. Ruger, watching the men falling before him, couldn't help but sigh.

"Your faith is not pure enough!"

If these people truly believed in their theories like Baonte did, they wouldn't be so affected by the stinking skin. Since they firmly believed that everyone, including themselves, was a sinner and that wielding weapons was helping others atone for their sins, they should have a mindset of helping others. Whether the weapons landed on themselves or others, it should be a form of redemption.

He began to circle the camp. No one had yet emerged capable of resisting them. He wondered if the Transcendent in the shadows would be frightened by this unknown force and dare not appear. Logically, if they were here to kill this young master, they would have to deploy two or even three Transcendents for safety.

After all, the red-haired woman is a spellcaster, and there are three extraordinary people in the mercenary group that was temporarily assembled, namely the leader and deputy leader, one is a low-level knight, and the other two are fighters who can only succeed after drinking alchemical potions.

Many wild wizards make a living by making low-quality fighter potions. There are many types of fighters. For example, a life fighter needs a strong desire for life and a potion to produce his own fighter mark. He can accumulate vitality in the mark on weekdays. To put it bluntly, his specialty is that he is difficult to kill. A strength fighter needs a desire for strength. After generating the mark, he will become stronger. And so on. He is a quick-made warrior with no future despised by the knights.

Interestingly, the most resilient Life Warriors often die faster than Strength Warriors. This is a common topic of conversation in the tavern, sometimes even scoffing and enjoying it with their drinks, even though most of these drinkers would never be able to save up enough Sun Coins to buy a potion. The Fighter is the most accessible, or perhaps the only, path to transcendence accessible to ordinary people. All it takes is saving enough money, finding a way to buy a potion, and a firm belief in one's heart, and the path to transcendence is within reach.

Ruger was strolling leisurely. Perhaps in the eyes of the powerful transcendent, the mercenary knight and the two fighters were nothing.

Finally, a figure who could no longer hold back jumped out from the dark corner. It turned out that the man had been hiding in the camp for a long time.

As expected, the man rushed directly towards Master Lorigo.

Luger looked back.

Dashaheng took a sudden step forward, standing between the man and Lorigo, and swung his hammer with a blow that no one present could ignore. Ruger even considered finding a chance to get Dashaheng a bottle of Fighter's Potion.

The man seemed particularly confident in his agility and did not change his forward trajectory at all.

When the hammer shadow overlapped with the figure, the man appeared behind Dashaheng in a flash, and was then knocked away by the cheap long sword that came from the side.

Luger noticed that the red-haired woman had not moved, and it was obvious that there were enemies in the dark making her wait.

Perhaps, the master and the servant had already guessed who was playing a little joke on them, and had anticipated the coming storm.

For a moment, Luger just felt it was interesting, as if he had become a character in the knight's adventure novel.

(End of this chapter)