Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 456 Vicious Dogs and Mushrooms

This was the new spell he had created to demonstrate to Mahama. It was still in its first, somewhat immature version, and some of the envisioned effects had not yet been achieved. He hadn't expected it to be put to the test in real combat first.

The small gray ball clearly startled the wizard on the other side.

Five small balls flew out one after another. Ruger did not let them fly together. This way, they flew out at different times, which would make them more difficult to dodge. At the same time, Ruger calculated in his mind that the flying speed of these gray little guys was even faster than the normal fireball spell.

The reason it's considered normal is that many wizarding apprentices modify the Fireball spell to be faster, even at the cost of some of its stability, in order to highlight its strengths.

The wizard opposite her was even more enthusiastic than the hotel rat, rushing over at an extremely fast speed. She was incredibly agile, suddenly flipping to the side, and a strong gust of wind blew her hat off.

She was a short-haired witch, and her gaze toward Ruger held the same coldness.

Ruger was very curious.

Where did these guys come from? With what mindset, or what ideology, are they watching these so-called hounds of the Supreme Council?

The witch's dodging movements did not slow her down.

Ruger understood her thoughts and stepped forward to stop her from rushing over and disrupting the other person's ascension ceremony.

Now that she's dodged it, let's send her more gray bombs. In this brief moment of movement, Ruger has already completed two rounds of gray bomb condensation, with a total of ten gray bombs flying towards her.

It resembled a fireball spell, but its reaction was different. It didn't even leave any trace on the muddy ground after landing. The witch frowned, her expression becoming particularly solemn at this spell that left no trace and didn't even make a sound when it landed.

In battles between wizards, the worst thing is to be completely baffled.

The more things you can't understand, the worse the situation becomes.

Ruger shared the same concern, which is why he didn't dare let the two wizards act recklessly when they clashed on the island last time.

He began making a new attempt during the second round of Ash Bombs. He had heard of wizards who could cast multiple spells at the same time, which he couldn't do yet. However, when he was tinkering with this small spell, he had considered this issue and made a small effort, which was to lower the standards, reduce the mutual influence between spells, and then use his stable mental strength to bear more burdens. So he tried to create a targeted spell that could be used to simultaneously empower and cast spells, which could only be used for Fireball and Ash Bombs, a zero-ring spell that hadn't been named yet.

He could only cast spells simultaneously when using both of these spells, just as a fireball that was constantly gathering in his other hand was gradually growing larger.

Unexpectedly, this battle allowed us to test two spells.

He smiled slightly, then suddenly stopped flapping his wings backward. As the other accelerated, he charged forward to meet it head-on. The distance between them, which was normally quite far when casting spells, was instantly shortened as they rushed towards each other.

The witch's expression changed drastically.

Clearly, this guy hiding in the sky isn't the kind of wizard who just throws fireballs from a distance.

Ruger ignored it completely, confident that under the influence of the Miserly Demon, even if the opponent was unexpectedly agile, he would not be able to dodge ten gray bullets.

When the seven gray bullets hit the witch, she froze on the spot.

At the same time, Luger stopped moving. A bunch of beautiful, fist-sized bubbles floated around him, surrounding him completely. There were at least a hundred of them at a glance.

It was a spell that the witch performed the moment she realized she couldn't escape, a spell that Ruger had never seen before.

Luger suddenly felt an itch all over his body, and his body, transformed by the magic of stinginess, was unable to resist it.

"My master is a curse..."

As he spoke, Miscellaneous Hair Number One began to lead the many spirit hairs in prayer. The rich and pure power of faith could weaken the curse power that was about to strike to a certain extent.

Ruger also felt the power of the curse upon him, along with something else, which seemed to be some strange toxin.

He even saw tiny black mushrooms rapidly growing on his body. With a flap of its wings, the bubbles floated back and forth, like a persistent, insidious infection.

With a flick of his hand, Luger threw the condensed fireball onto the ground between the two of them. With a deafening roar, flames surged and engulfed their figures, finally dispelling the annoying bubbles.

Just before the flames obscured his vision, a slight smile appeared on his lips as he saw Mahama rushing towards the ascension ceremony, and Valin emerging from the other side to restrain the wizard apprentice.

A new fireball spell began to form.

To ensure the success of this bold attempt, he had even been silently reciting the incantation for the fireball spell.

The swirling flames brought him both warmth and pain, but thankfully, it was all within an acceptable range. The power stored in the Life Warrior's Mark was also healing him. At this moment, he felt a little nostalgic for his suppressed dragon bloodline; otherwise, his self-healing ability would be even stronger.

The flames may obscure the view, but malice cannot be concealed by flames.

The foul-smelling skin enveloped the witch, not only controlling her, but Ruger could also sense the difference between the two spells. While the gray bullet rendered the enemy unable to resist, it seemed to inflict more damage than the foul-smelling skin.

Ruger's expression shifted, and he suddenly swung his arm in a wide arc, throwing out the fireball spell that he hadn't yet fully formed.

The flames that had just subsided and dissipated surged up again, accompanied by screams, but they were nowhere near as high as before.

In the brief intervals between the swirling flames, Ruger saw a pair of eyes, a person pulling away the immobile witch, and in the distance, Mahama, who had been knocked away and crashed onto a mushroom.

The man did not approach, but instead commanded the mushrooms, which seemed like his hands and feet, wriggling forward one after another to pull the witch away.

Ruger smiled, gestured towards the distance, and then stared at the two people in front of him.

A new fireball spell condensed in his left hand, while his fingers made a simple casting gesture. He raised his right hand and launched five gray bullets.

Two first-ring wizards, or one and a half, Ruger thought.

The one dragging the witch is the one who has advanced. Obviously, the other party has succeeded, but most likely has not yet had time to solidify the first-circle spell, because it is impossible to construct a first-circle spell model before advancement. People like Ruger, who immediately fused a first-circle composite spell and solidified it after advancement, are rare.

The thick-skinned Mahama immediately understood and ran to help Varin, handing the two wizards over to Ruger.

What methods might a newly ascended wizard who hasn't mastered first-circle spells have? Besides mastering zero-circle spells, their enhanced mental strength is another possibility, such as the methods brought about by special ascension rituals, just like Ruger's ability to manipulate his fur.

In fact, he did not unleash the full power of the Ascension Ritual because he had not yet had time to cultivate his own spirit hair, and he had very few methods for cultivating spirit hair. He only had one method that came with the original Shepherd Ascension Ritual knowledge, and another that he glimpsed from behind that door when he modified the Ascension Ritual. The various spirit hairs that aided in spellcasting, combat, and experiments were the true power of this Ascension Ritual.

"Be careful--"

The witch struggled to warn her companions.

"You vicious dogs of the Supreme Council, you will be destroyed!"

The tall, thin, newly minted wizard cursed, his eyes coldly fixed on Ruger. The mushrooms dragging the witch, dripping with green liquid, swelled and burst open as if unable to bear the weight, sending the witch flying far away and landing at his feet.

The witch's warning was clearly ineffective; the tall, thin, newly minted witch was not good at dodging, and her transparent armor-like spells could not stop the gray bullets from penetrating.

He stood there frozen, his face contorted in pain.

Ruger was eager to see what tricks they could pull and their strange magic, but he suppressed the urge and chose to proceed with greater caution.

The wounded witch suddenly stood up, hugged her companion, and used her as the best shield against the gray bullets—a shield that would wail in pain, though its only flaw was that it was a bit thin and narrow.

Ruger smiled; she had finally gained the opportunity to cast her spell.

(End of this chapter)