Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 185 A Thousand Laments and a Single Greeting

Ruger suddenly thought of another question: why was the old dog head next to him, who was poking his ribs with his elbow, so confident? Had the old dog head already come into contact with something similar, or had the old dog head's eyesight been able to understand what was happening to those formal wizards?

Thinking of this, Luger couldn't help but glance at the old dog-headed Lunser, his dearest uncle who had no blood relation to him, and whose two heads didn't even look like they were the same breed.

"What, you still don't believe me? My situation is rather special; you won't be able to learn my skills..."

Old Renser grinned smugly, seemingly thinking that the stunned Luger was still thinking about his chain-shaking move. This made him even more smug, truly establishing his status as a senior in front of the two young men.

Ruger looked up again.

This old vampire wizard is truly arrogant and imposing.

However, further delay could still lead to unforeseen circumstances. Although the vampires only wanted this area, there were still people in the vast Blood Burning City who disliked them. Even a statue could fly out from an unknown alley to argue with them. The longer it dragged on, the more likely something unexpected would happen. Clearly, the vampires, who had been driven out countless times, understood this principle. At the same time, they didn't dare to truly slaughter everyone here, and could only rely on an old man to intimidate them. Therefore, the next step should be to use shocking methods to kill one as a warning to others.

Thinking this, Luger jabbed his elbow at old Lenser while silently retreating into the shop. Unexpectedly, he missed, as the old man had already retreated first.

The old man swung out an ordinary chain, pulling Jaxet and his cousin, who was unable to move or speak, back together.

With the old man statue standing there next door, it's unlikely that any vampires would easily wander into this alley.

Ruger then realized that those vampire juniors who had dispersed early might be a prelude to making an example of them. For instance, the vampire cousin that Jaxey was holding—if he were in Ruger's or Old Lunser's hands, Old Lunser's apothecary might become one of the next targets for this scare tactic. At the same time, Ruger also sensed that the Blood Fortress's caution in entering the City of Burning Blood, despite appearing to be the stronger party, was going to such lengths, sending some of their juniors out so aggressively, only to be beaten up.

The fact that there hasn't been any major commotion yet suggests that Ruge's guess is pretty accurate; at least the vampires haven't taken the initiative to attack.

"Hehe, look, the vampires have made many preparations..." Old Lunser said softly.

Being one of the many powerless to resist, the moment had come, which ironically made old Lunser relax. He adopted a rather theatrical attitude; everyone was caught up in this situation, and there was little they could do, so they might as well just watch the show.

The three members of Old Lenser's Pharmacy returned to the window upstairs, but this time they were accompanied by a creature whose mouth, nose, and ears were covered in blood crystals and which was unable to move. Jaxet would occasionally add a blood shackle to his cousin.

Upon hearing this, Luger looked in the direction Old Lunther pointed, and could only see a corner of the street intersection where someone was walking out. It seemed to be someone who had truly submitted to Blood Castle's demands. The figure was unhurried and was carrying some things that were inconvenient to put into a storage pocket.

“This guy thought he was hiding it well, but it’s not just me, many people know that he has connections with Blood Castle, and he even modified his bloodline to be closer to that of vampires,” Old Lunser said.

"So, he came out now because he was bribed by the vampires?" Ruger said.

"Hehe, it's a guiding role. After all, a few people have to leave before those who are hesitant can be motivated. People with pressure also need an outlet..." Old Lunser said by the window.

But it seems the vampires' preparations didn't have much effect. Among the few people who left their homes, there were probably a few who were also poor performers of traditional plays.

This also means that a real deterrent is about to begin.

"You are testing my patience..."

The old vampire wizard, standing in mid-air, let out a sigh.

At the same time, a roar suddenly came from a certain direction, followed by angry curses and screams.

The old vampire wizard in mid-air waved his hand, and an exceptionally tall figure floated up and floated directly in front of him.

This person's unusual height clearly indicated that he was also a bloodline modifier, and he had a very volatile temper. Even when facing a third-ring wizard, he was still cursing loudly. At the same time, he was holding the head of a vampire youth in his hand, and he did not let go even when he was floating in mid-air.

The tall, muscular man's limbs began to twist and turn. With just a slight turn of his wrist, the old vampire wizard caused the man's limbs to begin to twist and rotate.

The burly man's bloodline modification seemed to have made his body exceptionally hard. With continuous twisting, his limbs made creaking sounds in mid-air, followed by loud and clear cracking sounds that echoed throughout the area. The sounds did not resemble the twisting of a human body at all.

The burly man's mouth was sealed shut, and the cursing ceased. He couldn't even utter screams or cries of pain. Only the sound of his limbs twisting could be clearly heard. The vampire's head, which he had been holding, fell from the air as his arms twisted.

The vampire youth's head exploded with a crack as it hit the stone slab, providing the final sound of the tall, strong man's limbs slowly breaking.

Luger felt a sudden ache in his teeth.

To his surprise, the old vampire wizard did not kill the strong man. Instead, he removed the gag from the man's mouth, and the strong limbs were slowly pulled away from their original positions, but streams of blood connected them to the original body.

The hot-tempered burly man started cursing again, his endless words making old Lunser by the window feel refreshed.

"So what if I'm a third-ring wizard!"

The burly man roared.

"You know better than I how many third-ring wizards are in the City of Burning Blood. Once your foolish vampire brats anger any wizard, they'll turn you into the cheapest laboratory material! You think you've taken over this place? Those wizards might be waiting for you! Once you've settled in and truly established yourself here, they'll find an excuse to turn you into an inexhaustible source of experimental subjects! Old man, you'd better move the entire Blood Fortress here. Then, if any passing fourth-ring wizard takes a dislike to you, you can wipe them all out at once..."

"The wizards of the City of Burning Blood are someone you can never eradicate. Even if Blood Fortress is a hundred times, ten thousand times stronger, you will never be able to obtain the City of Burning Blood."

Various orderly and chaotic filthy words kept pouring out of the tall, burly man's mouth.

But the old vampire wizard didn't seem to change at all. He just kept pulling the strong man's limbs away, and the blood lines connecting the limbs never stopped, making it look as if the strong man had become taller.

The slow stretching stopped, and the old vampire wizard snapped his fingers, causing a row of bottles and jars to float around him.

He casually picked up a bottle and looked at the burly man.

"Insulting a wizard of a higher rank is punishable, and you've conveniently helped me complete an experiment."

The old vampire wizard opened the bottle and dripped the potion from the stretched bloodline.

With just one drop, the burly man, who had been rambling on and on, could no longer continue his tirade.

A piercing scream echoed through the air.

The stretched blood vessels flowed slowly, as if the severed limbs had not lost feeling. The four flowing blood vessels changed color in turn with the circulation of blood, constantly changing with the dripping of different medicines. The hands and feet separated from the body also began to twitch.

The burly man's shouts also changed with the changing colors.

Each bloodline drips with a different medicine, drop by drop, like plucking the strings of a musical instrument.

Ruger felt goosebumps all over the floor. Although he didn't have goosebumps, he did have fur, and it was really falling off with his emotions.

Those who had left their homes earlier, some genuine and some not, quickened their pace upon hearing the screams from the sky.

"Uncle, you've been looking for a new store location, haven't you? Have you made any progress?" Ruger asked.

Old Lunser glared at him irritably and said, "Using your dog brain to think about how you suddenly have to move so many people away, how could it be easy? After today, even those caves on the mountaintop that require more bloodshed will be filled with a bunch of crazy bastards."

In mid-air, the burly man, after being tortured, actually grew taller. The streams of blood gradually solidified and swelled to the thickness of his arms and thighs, as if a limb had been attached to him. They even writhed in pain, displaying a muscular rhythm.

The burly man's cries gradually changed, and his multicolored blood and skin also became multicolored. In the end, his cries were no longer human, but like those of a wild beast, and his whole body turned dark red and almost black in an instant.

Then, with a beast-like roar, it stretched out its limbs and crawled through the air until it reached the old vampire wizard's feet, turned around, and lay down.

As he lay down, he shook his body, just like a real wild beast.

“What…what is this?” Ruger looked at old Lunser.

“It’s like a blood beast, or a blood slave transformed from a vampire. It must be something new that this old guy came up with,” Old Lunser said.

This new thing should have a long name, so let's just call it... "Those who defy me will suffer a fate worse than death," Ruger thought.

Intentionally unsealing the gag and letting out that shrill scream was just an appetizer; what truly chilled the heart was the quiet, long-legged, long-armed monster now lying there.

Even if people simply look up and quietly gaze at the monster, their hearts will grow heavier with each passing second.

More and more people are choosing to submit, and there may be some vampires who have been bribed to do so, but it must be said that the effect this time has been very good.

Luger glanced at Jaxet, then looked at old Lunsser.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Old Lenser was also deep in thought upon seeing this.

"Let's leave," old Lunser said, as if letting out a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Lunser, please believe me, I can do it. I can ask some familiar tribesmen for help, and we should be able to get this place under our name,” Jaxey said urgently.

Old Renser patted him on the shoulder.

"In that case, I'll leave this shop to you. Take good care of it for me," Old Lunser said with a smile. Rugger, listening to the implication in Old Lunser's words, seemed to share the same sentiment as the tall, burly man: he didn't think the vampires could settle down here peacefully, or rather, he didn't believe they could stay here for long. This was yet another cycle of history.

“Once we have a new place to stay, I will let you know. If anything unusual happens, you can come to us, and I will take you in,” Old Lunser added.

This was clearly intended to prevent the young man in black from being eliminated along with the vampires if they were driven away again.

Upon hearing this, Jaxel opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

Luger leaned against the window, tilting his head, sensing the calm and collected tone in Old Lunser's words. It was clear that he already had a destination in mind, even though he had just said that things were difficult to handle.

Perhaps, as the burly man said, some wizards are happy to see the vampires come in. Once the vampires have settled here, after a few decades, they will devour the vampires' wealth, eat them dry, and drive them out. As for the young wizards and apprentices who suffer losses during this period, as well as those who die, they are not included in the calculation.

As Luger was lost in thought, another surge of mental energy from the old vampire wizard suddenly appeared.

This time, however, it wasn't a long speech, nor was it a display of power.

"Ok?"

It was just simple confusion and surprise.

Ruger and old Lenser immediately pressed themselves against the window and looked outside.

Suddenly, a figure dressed in a magnificent wizard's robe appeared in mid-air, standing even taller than the old vampire wizard.

"Sir...you?"

The old vampire wizard spoke in a slightly humble manner, but the wizard in the magnificent robe ignored him, simply standing quietly and occasionally turning his head to stare at a certain spot in mid-air.

Click! Click!
A rift was torn open in the void.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard emerged from the rift and stood in mid-air, the rift behind him instantly smoothing out and returning to normal.

"grown ups."

The figure, dressed in a magnificent wizard's robe, bowed respectfully.

The unkempt middle-aged man waved his hand casually, and the splendidly dressed wizard who had been bowing turned and left.

Once again, only two people remained in the air.

The middle-aged man with stubble looked around, nodded, and seemed to think he had come to the right place.

Ruger nudged old Lenser, but this time old Lenser did not respond.

A middle-aged man with stubble stood high in the air, took out a scroll, slowly unfurled it, and began to recite.

The sound was not loud, but it carried very far.

The old vampire wizard standing to the side was completely bewildered, but dared not disturb him. After all, the wizard in the magnificent robe had bowed respectfully and seemed to have sensed the spatial fluctuations and come to greet him. This unshaven man, on the other hand, was just acting like he was doing business and didn't even bother to acknowledge him.

The recitation continued.

The long sentences seemed endless, and could be recited until the end of the world.

Old Renser seemed to finally come to his senses and responded, "This...this might be a bloodline name, it's someone's name! Not an ordinary name, someone can actually pronounce someone else's bloodline name..."

Ruger stared blankly at the shocked old Lunser.

Old Lenser turned to look at him: "You don't understand the meaning of this? Only when the level of life is extremely high, and the world interprets it, will a bloodline true name be born. And at the beginning of life, even the person himself cannot remember the complete bloodline true name. Only when the power becomes stronger will he be able to remember his bloodline true name completely. Moreover, the bloodline true name obtained by a bloodline wizard is completely different from the true name of those extraordinary creatures such as dragons. The difficulty is worlds apart. The true name that a pure-blooded dragon has at birth is more of a recognition of the dragon race by the world."

As Ruger listened, his mouth gradually opened wider. He was not only surprised by the meaning of the real name, but he also had many unavoidable associations. He seemed to hear one or two familiar words in the person's murmur.

"Uncle Lunser, what happens to a wizard with a bloodline name after he dies?" Ruger asked.

“That’s hard to say. Anything can happen. Such a powerful being can disappear without a trace or cause a lot of strange phenomena. Especially the place where he died, there will probably be some traces left behind. Even just being injured can change the surrounding environment... Moreover, such a powerful being is also hard to truly die…” Old Lunser said with envy in his eyes, “I’ve only read about this in books before. This time I’ve really broadened my horizons. I hope nothing bad will happen.”

"Hard to die...not dead?"

As Ruger spoke, he looked up at the sky.

The person standing in the sky was still chanting, his pace steady and seemingly unchanging, extremely focused, without the slightest impatience.

The bewildered old vampire wizard suddenly shouted and began to tremble violently, but it had no effect on the stubble-bearded middle-aged man next to him. The man's mouth was like an alchemical instrument that could utter words.

The floor was shaking as the cousin struggled. Bound by the Blood Shackles spell, he gushed blood as he struggled.

"what!"

Jaxay also collapsed to the ground in agony.

The painful cries of the Blood Fortress vampires began to echo everywhere.

Just as Ruger was about to step forward to help Jaxet, old Lenser grabbed him and slowly shook his head at him.

The two of them shrank further towards the window.

boom!
The window of Old Lenser's Pharmacy was shattered by the blood trail, and shards flew through the air.

Numerous beautiful, crystalline blood-red threads emerged from Jaxet's body, as did his cousin. Both of them thrashed about like fish out of water, making a loud clattering sound as they struggled.

Ruger frowned and glanced at his head chef, then turned to look out the window.

Blood lines gathered in the air from all directions, and even the vampire's third-ring wizard could not avoid it. A large number of blood lines flew out from his body, and he sometimes cried out in pain and sometimes laughed.

As Ruger marveled at the spectacular scene in the sky, more streaks of blood flew in from afar.

He understood after a moment's thought.

“That’s the direction of Blood Fortress,” Old Dog Lunser said in a deep voice.

Countless lines of blood, inaudible lamentations.

Like a tidal wave, the sound waves and the blood waves converged above the City of Burning Blood.

Gradually, a blood-red humanoid figure materialized.

When the blood-red humanoid appeared, the blood trails flying from all directions were nearing their end, with many already broken. Only the old wizard with three rings in the air remained the most resilient, still occasionally emitting some blood trails.

*Snap!* All the blood vessels were severed.

A handsome man slowly opened his eyes. The color faded, revealing his fair and well-proportioned body. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes. He looked to be in his thirties.

"Ancestors...first...first..."

As the old vampire wizard spoke, he lowered his arms and fell silently from the sky.

The area had become unusually quiet when the health bar was broken.

The sound of the corpse falling startled the bewildered man. He blinked, looked around, and finally looked at the person holding the scroll in front of him.

He waved his hand lightly, and a blood-red robe appeared on his body.

"Look at you... my big bed is completely ruined," the man in the blood-red robe said reproachfully, stretching.

When Ruger heard that the bed was completely destroyed, he was stunned for a moment and immediately turned to look at his chef, only to see that Jaxet was lying on the ground, lifeless.

Old Lenser was still holding a bottle of potion, the cork only half open, but it was clearly unnecessary to continue.

“It’s my duty, please sign for it. I made this trip in person because I was afraid you would blame me. It’s just a low-level letter,” the bearded man said, raising his finger. An icon lit up next to him, and the circle it outlined looked like a kitten carrying a letter. “Besides, you’ve slept long enough. The main body of the letter is a greeting.”

"Hmm, it has indeed been long enough. It's time to wake up. It's been about a thousand years, hasn't it?" the blood-robed man said, stretching his shoulders and tilting his head back, looking relaxed.

The bearded man continued reading: "I wish you a good mood upon waking, just like I am right now."

(End of this chapter)