Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 443 Frustration and Control

The two opponents were surprised by Ruger's strange behavior, but he himself frowned slightly.

He looked at the two lumps that popped out with his fingers and felt that the method of application was too primitive and the effect was unlikely to satisfy him. It was only because these two guys were seeing it for the first time that they were confused.

Although they had moved out of the suffocating skin's influence, they remained within the sphere of influence of the Miserly Demon's own natural spells, which were similar to the spell of miserliness.

Ruger observed their every move, even deliberately keeping his distance to gauge the extent of the Miser's influence.

Whenever the two wizards were about to make a move, Ruger would disrupt them with malice. Under the influence of the Miserly Demon, the chances of successfully disrupting the other party were extremely high. This also allowed Ruger to gradually become familiar with the fluctuations of their mental energy and magic. He could detect even the slightest movement or the faintest magical fluctuations in time and interfere with them.

The reason they couldn't succeed completely was because the opponent's fixed spell casting was too fast, but Ruger was also adapting and gradually figuring out the two's strengths and weaknesses.

The moment the old man took action without any burden, it was no longer a matter between them and Valin.

If Ruger's guess was correct, the old man's solidified first-circle spell was indeed a fireball spell. However, condensing it in the palm of his hand would amplify its power, and there were different methods of condensation, resulting in different fireballs. The seemingly polite middle-aged wizard's solidified first-circle spell was the same spell he initially used to trap Ruger in place. It was precisely because of this that Ruger did not notice the spell fluctuations in time when the two first made their move.

Another advantage of solidification spells is that they can be used to create spells like Ruger that require a long duration.

A single-circle compound spell, the stingy fallacy magic.

Ruger can now maintain this state indefinitely. The stability and extremely low consumption of the solidification spell make it quite easy for his mental energy to bear. If there are no special circumstances, he can even live in this state indefinitely.

Aside from not having his own demonic name, he seemed to be no different from those strange and bizarre demons.

But this is precisely the biggest difference; a true name is far too important to a demon.

Ruger was eager to see what other tricks the two wizards had up their sleeves, such as some novel spells, but he didn’t dare risk giving them the chance. After all, there were two of them, and he was just a newly minted wizard. The middle-aged wizard had almost broken off his handsome curved horn just now.

Ruger kept reading them, and the two wizards were also trying to figure out Ruger's background. However, he was too strange, and after their assessment, they only looked more solemn.

The old man suddenly roared and touched his forehead.

After a long-planned hair removal procedure, his head was now completely bald, including his unsightly, weed-like eyebrows.

Ruger scrutinized him.

A gentle breeze helped the old man bid farewell to his hair.

Without those irritating eyebrows, even though the old man's face was full of anger, he looked much kinder. Those bushy eyebrows were really intimidating, adding three layers of ferocity to his appearance.

Just as he was distracted, Ruger suddenly waved his hand.

A spray of blood!
The middle-aged wizard staggered backward and fell, but managed to regain his balance.

A huge wound running from his waist to his neck caused the usually composed middle-aged wizard to spit out blood, instantly staining the ground in front of him red.

The cold glint of light from the cut wound came from the old man's fallen hair.

But upon closer inspection, they turned out to be some different kinds of hair.

While the three were locked in a back-and-forth struggle, Ruger had already secretly left some spirit hairs on the road. The two wizards were now standing in the very spot where Ruger had stood before.

The middle-aged wizard's protective spell had not been successfully cast since the last interruption.

This gap and the opponent's position forced Luger to take action; he couldn't resist the urge to act, and he would be letting down his valiant furry companions if he didn't. Luger's constant surge of spiritual power and undisguised demonic aura were meant to cover for the spirit hairs, but these little guys were smarter than he had imagined. When they concealed their aura or played dead, they were just ordinary hairs.

"Spirit Hair Knights, charge!"

"Zha Mao No. 1" roared, but unfortunately it was still on Luger's body.

Leading the group was the valiant Black Knight, Spirit Hair Demon Number One. The spirit hair demons, having landed a successful attack, did not retract their weapons but instead formed a group and charged fiercely towards the middle-aged wizard.

The sudden change startled the bald old man.

Ruger strode toward them, his pace slow but steady, one step after another, without stopping, intentionally creating a sense of oppression.

Whenever the bald old man tries to rescue his companion, or the middle-aged wizard tries to fight back against the spirit hair, Ruger will interfere as he moves around.

The middle-aged wizard trembled and kept backing away, bloody streaks appearing on his body. His robes were now stained with blood. It was his last shred of dignity, or rather, his stubbornness, that he managed to stand without falling.

Curse, Kafi's Impatience Technique.

An inconspicuous zero-ring curse spell quietly fell upon two wizards in different circumstances. The small curse spell appeared at this moment, but their different situations revealed the same impatience. The curse was just a trigger, like dropping a feather on one side of a scale, breaking the balance and igniting their own impatience.

Impatience and stinginess.

By giving Luger complete control over them, it becomes easier to use malice to prevent them from casting spells.

The two of them finally entered the area of ​​the foul-smelling skin again.

The intense malice burned them, or rather, the stench of evil corroded their souls. The old man actually swayed first, retreating in a sorry state, even worse off than the injured middle-aged wizard. This showed that the bald old man harbored an uncontrollable malice and wanted to crush Luger to pieces.

The old man gasped for breath and suddenly ripped open his wizard's robe.

The robe was like an alien scroll, which was now being roughly unfurled.

Ruger immediately waved his hand to bring back the excited furry creatures.

The middle-aged wizard also fell backward, reaching his limit. This was probably the most frustrating moment in the other wizard's career.

"what!"

The bald old man exhaled and made a sound, seemingly in great pain.

A dozen chains of flame emerged from the clothing-shaped scroll and pierced the old man's robust body. In an instant, a dozen different fireballs condensed around him.

The speed was so fast that it was difficult to interfere, as if the formation of the spell was no longer solely due to the old man.

A heat wave rose around the hairless, eyebrowless old man, his feet slowly floating off the ground. His robe unfurled and detached from his body, fluttering behind him as if the robe and the emerging chains of flames were lifting him up.

The air around the old man distorted, as if light and shadow were dancing.

Just when Luger thought he was about to be struck by a devastating blow, the menacing bald old man made no further move.

“Young man, perhaps we can stop here…” the old man suddenly said.

(End of this chapter)