Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 355 Obedience and Demonstration

As Ruger raised his hand to cast a lightness spell on himself, Mahama beside him began casting a spell almost simultaneously. The two walked along, casting their usual spells on themselves. By casting spells before any situation arose, they could save the spells in their temporary spell slots for later use.

Without realizing it, both of them quickened their pace.

At the edge of the woods, a cliff protruded outwards.

Mahama leaped up to a high place, and Ruge followed closely behind with his wings slightly spread.

Climb high and look far.

The teleportation array they appeared in was originally in the mountains. Looking down, they saw a large number of people, as small as mosquitoes, fighting on a flat area. This seemed to be the border between two forces on the island. In the forest, far away from the ordinary soldiers, there were also magical fluctuations at the level of wizard apprentices.

So-called gods cannot easily show themselves. The wizards or wizard apprentices behind these gods usually appear in front of the public as messengers or incarnations of gods.

"War, famine, victory, defeat—all of these are breeding grounds for evil..."

One is the sudden appearance of the sound.

"grown ups."

Ruge and Mahama immediately turned around, greeted each other in unison, and bowed to the source of the voice.

A pungent, sour smell of alcohol wafted out. The man was slightly taller than Ruger and a little shorter than Mahama. He appeared to be middle-aged and possessed an undisguised aura unique to formal wizards. His black wizard robes were also somewhat peculiar, as if to avoid the heat, with a vertical slit in the center of the collar, revealing half of his chest. The black body hair on his chest connected with the beard on his chin.

Without saying a word, the man first held up a finger beside him, revealing a circular pattern with a conspicuous broken and curved corner in the center.

This is a straightforward way to identify oneself.

"Over there are four fifth-level wizard apprentices who are already on the verge of advancing... I've heard that this batch of new blood is very outstanding. Now let me see your skills. Go and defeat them. If they resist too fiercely, you may kill them."

The bearded man, who appeared to have a gentle demeanor, casually uttered a statement that surprised the two of them.

Ruger glanced at Mahama, the burly man who also seemed somewhat hesitant.

Is it good? Of course not.

They are demon hunter wizards, not those people from the Otherworldly Oversight Council, and certainly not holy judge wizards.

They have no right to handle matters that are not related to demons.

While the two hesitated, the wizard, whose name was still unknown, did not urge them. He simply watched calmly from the side and even took out a bottle of wine.

Ruger looked at the bottle of wine; it was clearly not a high-end product, not even as good as the kind that old dog Lunther drank.

So-called hesitation is just instinct.

Unexpected events, without any apparent reason, can cause hesitation.

They had no reason to refuse the orders of this hairy-chested wizard, and since he had already revealed his identity as a demon hunter wizard, there must be a deeper meaning behind such orders.

Ruger stretched his shoulders.

In fact, even if they do things beyond their authority, they can disregard their status. For example, if wizard apprentices see treasure and fight each other out of greed, no one will care. Even holy judge wizards will ignore such commonplace things. The only thing that might cause trouble is that this is the Endless Sea, and some apprentices may be disciples of a certain wizard, that is, so-called followers of a god.

But none of that matters. Ruger is confident he can simply knock them down without giving them a chance to resist too much.

Without even knowing what this place looks like, its exact location, or its name, it's best not to cause trouble.

Or to put it another way, if a formal wizard-level witch hunter appeared here, then this place would definitely not be a paradise for wizard apprentices.

Ruge's shoulder movement was a signal, and Mahama, standing beside him, also made a movement.

With a swift movement, the two leaped down from the heights, plunging into the depths of the forest. Ruger flapped his wings, gliding smoothly into the distance as he descended. Mahama, the larger figure, landed first, using the mountainside for leverage halfway down, but still lagged slightly behind. The two tacitly chose their targets; since there were four wizard apprentices, two would naturally be chosen for each of them. It was convenient for everyone, as those apprentices were also engaged in paired combat.

The wind lashed my face, and the distant shouts and screams of battle carried the stench of blood that permeated the forest.

The two suddenly separated, rushing towards their respective targets like the wind.

Unlike the noises made by Mahama, Rug glided along, trying not to use magic as much as possible, like a shadow swooping down through the forest.

"Hahaha, you're finally going to lose! Five years! Your appearance has wasted five years of my life! Your foolish divine name makes me want to vomit day and night..."

A short man laughed loudly, venting his pent-up emotions.

The woman in front of him suddenly fell down, letting out a cry of pain.

"Do you know how much effort I put into finding those who could withstand the Warrior's Elixir, including the God-given individuals I trained, and even high-level God-given individuals? Dozens, nearly a hundred God-given individuals, have all been wasted by you in these past five years!"

The shorter man seemed to get angrier the more he yelled, to the point of becoming uncontrollable.

Suddenly, he paused for a moment, then hurriedly took out a bottle of medicine and drank it.

He casually crushed the medicine bottle, and with a wave of his hand, the fragments drifted to the witch apprentice lying on the ground. In an instant, the ground beneath her turned into hard rock, while the medicine bottle fragments floating in front of her emitted a beautiful, colorful light, attracting nearby dust and forming a semi-transparent wall that pressed down heavily. Although this wall was no longer as clear as the original medicine bottle, one could still see the witch apprentice's transformation and witness her dying in agony.

Luger pounced over, pursing his lips.

Suddenly, I felt there was no point in making a move.

Just as he was thinking this, the two hard objects slammed together with a loud crash.

Before the short man could fully process the surprise on his face, he clutched his throat in pain and knelt on the ground.

After leaping off the cliff from a great distance, Luger's expression worsened as he flew over.

Amidst the swirling vines, the witch's apprentice, covered in mud, struggled to climb up from the ground on the other side.

The short apprentice also struggled to his feet, raising his hand to cover his bleeding mouth.

The two looked together at the furry dog-headed man who had suddenly appeared in the room.

Luger stopped and let out a long breath.

Thankfully, it wasn't a completely wasted trip, he thought.

He subconsciously glanced back as he stood still, but the distance was too great and the trees obscured his view, so he could no longer see the bearded man on the hilltop. However, he could hear a rumbling sound in the distance, indicating that Mahama had begun to intervene in the battle.

"Your Mightiness……"

The short man had just opened his mouth.

Luger had already made his move.

The foul-smelling skin enveloped the two people not far away, causing the two wizard apprentices to sway and stagger. However, they clearly did not harbor enough malice towards the suddenly appearing Ruger, failing to achieve a decisive victory. But this was exactly what Ruger wanted. He only needed to display his strength to a sufficient degree, not to waste effort hiding it, but simply to go with the flow.

A mix of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, is what keeps people guessing.

A stingy spell that was already fully activated during the dive, and another stingy spell on a temporary spell slot, were given to the male and female apprentices in no particular order.

While casting his spell, Luger kept moving, taking advantage of the combined effects of the foul-smelling skin and the stingy spell to easily knock the two unconscious.

When he led the two men, one tall and one short, back to the hilltop that was now reeking of alcohol, Mahama had already arrived and was standing there nodding to him.

(End of this chapter)