Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 95 Battle and Identity

Gradually, more and more people gathered in the stands.

The battle between the two mercenary captains reached a fever pitch. Both appeared to be exceptional knights, one skilled in the use of a battle axe, the other a more conventional two-handed sword. In this life-or-death struggle, they gradually abandoned respectable combat methods, employing various subtle maneuvers, and naturally taking advantage of the situation to consume various potions. The seemingly stalemate often resulted in victory or defeat in a split second, often with unexpected consequences.

There was an exclamation from the stands.

Ruger was also looking at the situation in surprise. The two mercenary leaders actually thrust their weapons into each other's bodies at the same time. One was pierced through the chest, and the other was split in the shoulder by an axe. Both of them had half of their bodies stained with blood. They rolled together and entangled, and gradually they both lost their breath.

There was a commotion in the stands everywhere. Of course, they were not sighing about the ending of the two people, but because the result made many people lose money.

Luger pondered.

"According to the strength standards of these two people, find two opponents for my two friends. If you can only find slightly stronger ones, then it will be a two-on-one fight to the death." Ruger instructed the red-nosed man beside him.

The red-nosed man bent down to listen and responded quickly.

"Sir, where are your two friends? When will they arrive?" Red Nose asked curiously.

"Right now," he said.

Ruger waved his hand, and Aisijin and Dashaheng appeared beside him. He had told them long before leaving the manor that the two kobolds were very excited and had been holding their weapons at the ready before setting off.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled Red Nose, and his attitude became even more respectful, and he kept bowing to Aisijin and the others.

"You follow him, I'll watch you here." Ruger said with a smile.

The so-called victory or defeat does not involve life or death.

Seeing that a strange-looking underground beast that had just appeared was driven back, the audience in the stands became excited.

People who often come here know that this is a temporarily arranged gladiatorial duel, which is usually a good show. Some people in the noble stands even speculated that it was a pair of jealous noble young masters who were fighting for favor yesterday.

"Lorrigo Stars? Master Lorrigo, it's been a long time since I saw you here."

A simple and honest voice came from the side.

Several men and women in gorgeous clothes climbed up the stairs on the right to the noble stand.

"Oh? It's Edgar! Long time no see." Lorigo turned around and greeted him.

Luger also took a quick glance.

The red-nosed man worked very efficiently. At this moment, another larger underground beast was driven out. At the same time, Aisijin and Dashaheng also walked out of the gladiator's passage with weapons.

The battle began and the arena ushered in a new round of cheers.

"Boring! I thought they were fighting over those two guys from Lian Na..."

"It seems they are soft goods."

Some in the noble stands expressed disappointment.

Luger stared, unblinking.

Aisijin and Dashaheng seemed to have discussed this beforehand, or perhaps practiced privately, and their coordination was far superior to their previous battle. The strange-looking subterranean beast had thick spikes on its back and three pairs of claws beneath its belly. It leaped with remarkable agility, and it also had a long tail. The spikes at the end of its tail gave Dashaheng considerable trouble and also made Luger sweat.

The situation was no longer so dangerous until the two gnolls gradually adapted to their opponent's attack style.

Luger also relaxed, and gradually he felt that the atmosphere around him was not right.

He looked left and right.

There were two people at the center of the discussion: one was Lorigo next to him, and the other was the group of people who had just come up.

Among them he heard an interesting thing.

"The person who greeted you, does he have someone in his family going to the Wizarding Realm?" He looked at Lorigo.

"Yes, it is said that he has great talent and has been taken in by a wizarding organization," Lorigo said with some envy. "Several of the city's major nobles actually have some family members over there, but some have gradually lost contact, and the people here are powerless to help. Their family should only have one member at the moment, a descendant of Uncle Edgar's generation. This time, someone was sent over there to fetch some things and, by the way, test the talents of the family members on his behalf, and that's when they discovered this child."

Luger nodded.

Maybe some things should be pointed out more directly, he thought.

"Do you have a way to let people go to the wizard domain normally?" Ruger turned his head and looked at Lorigo.

Dashaheng was biting the underground beast's tail fiercely and swinging his hammer to break several annoying spikes on its back. The underground beast's swift movement was also hindered by the heavy hammer, creating a new opportunity for Aisijin, and blood splattered all over the place.

The spectators in the stands howled.

Master Lorigo was stunned for a moment.

"You, aren't you coming back from there?" the handsome young man said, and immediately put on his usual smile.

Ruger saw it and understood the meaning of Lorigo's words. Simply put, the subtext is that you are really a wild wizard!
His previous powerful performance and unusual methods had always led Lorigo to misunderstand that he might not be a wild wizard. Ruger had also noticed this, but he had never taken the initiative to correct this. After all, Ruger had always regarded himself as a wild wizard and had never said that he had any remarkable origins, so it was just a beautiful misunderstanding.

"The various underground cities began receiving assistance from wizards when they were first established. Providing them with talented individuals is also the responsibility of the underground cities. Every ten years, wizards visit the various underground cities to conduct talent tests," Lorigo explained. "Each qualified candidate is allowed to bring five loyal followers with them when traveling to the wizards' regions. Each underground city has a teleportation array maintained by the city lord. Starry City's teleportation array is located in the family castle."

"But we're just maintainers, we don't have the right to use it at will," Lorigo whispered as he leaned in close to him. "Wizards don't like ordinary people to travel to their places at will, because living around wizards isn't suitable for ordinary people. It's said that being around powerful wizards will make ordinary people sick, so there have always been restrictions on the teleportation array. To get there, not only do you need a recognized identity, but there are also different teleportation points depending on the wizarding organization that receives you."

For the wizards, the test is conducted once every ten years, and the ones left here are all eliminated. There is really no need to make things easy for them, Ruger thought.

But this was not good news for him, as if all the roads were blocked. He was a genius who was left out. After all, no one had ever gone to the ogre's lair to test their talent.

Of course, this is just a joke, because even in the major cave areas, there will definitely be talented people who are missed.

"Don't let them fight anymore. I bought those two extremely tall dog-headed men. Don't hurt my baby." A hoarse female voice said.

Luger turned his head suddenly. He didn't know when the red-nosed man came to the noble viewing platform again, but this time he stood respectfully among another wave of nobles.

The group of noble men and women vaguely gathered around a woman in a long robe. Among them was Edgar, the newly discovered gifted child in the family. This woman's identity was easy to guess. She was probably the one who had been asked to return from there to retrieve something.

The other party seemed to have sensed the fluctuation of his mental power and looked towards him.

The red-nosed man was sweating profusely as he explained to Edgar and his group that the two fighters were not the property of their arena.

(End of this chapter)