Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 458 Scorching Heat and Coolness

Who says a fireball has to explode at a distance? Actually, the Spirit Knights volunteered to help Ruger clear the bubbles that were trapping him last time, but Ruger wanted to test whether a fireball of that magnitude at that distance would injure him in his demon form, and to what extent. At least in his prediction that time, he would be much less injured than the immobile witch on the other side, so he did it that way.

This is also a drawback mentioned in the spellbook when using Fireball as an example: the normal casting speed of Fireball is much slower than that of Fireball.

Once you get close enough, you don't need to consider that kind of issue anymore.

Luger swooped down, and the Mushroom Felt Giant leaped out from behind Luger, revealing most of its body, and reached out to slap Luger.

But Luger didn't dodge, nor did he have much room to dodge; he had already rushed into the area filled with bubbles.

To the witch's astonishment, nine out of ten gray bullets hit her, while her usually invincible shield only managed to block one gray bullet.

The witch painfully tried to unleash two magical fluctuations with astonishing willpower, but both spells failed. The gray bullet that hit her again caused her to collapse completely, and she could no longer hold up her useless shield.

"Second formation! Charge for our master!"

Another squad of Spirit Hair Knights charged out.

This time, Luger didn't let them simply clear the way; instead, he changed the column formation, making them spread out flat.

Like a shield riddled with holes, but enough to help him push away the bubbles in front of him.

There's another reason for doing this: to get rid of these spirit hairs. His fur was slightly burned during the last attempt, but thankfully not seriously. This was told to him by Miscellaneous Hair Number One. In fact, one of the spirit hair cultivation methods included in the original Shepherd Ascension Ritual was to cultivate some spirit hairs that were extremely resistant to burning. After becoming a Dragonborn, his fur was already more resistant to burning than normal fur, but it was still not enough. Too much damage could easily cause them to lose their spirituality. The traps he set up during the battle on the island were actually initially set up to shake off the spirit hairs in order to prevent them from getting hurt.

As the last bubble was pushed away, the Spirit Hair Knights suddenly changed formation again, reverting to their previous charging array. They rushed to the fallen wizard, grabbed the two storage bags, and ran away without looking back.

Then came the soft sound of Luger landing.

A huge shadow loomed overhead, and the mushroom giant's hands were already directly above.

Ruger didn't throw fireballs directly to kill the two immobile guys, partly out of consideration for their poverty, fearing he might damage their storage pockets, which he had torn before and found to be not very sturdy.

Ruger was curious to see how many gray bombs it would take for this seasoned first-ring wizard to reach the same level as the newcomer beside him, but he only thought about it and eventually gave up on the idea.

With a gentle toss, waves of fire surged forth.

Ruger even collected the unawakened hairs that had escaped, as well as the inverted hourglass hairs and the blood cursed dolls.

The fireball landed on the two wizards, at the same distance as last time, but its power had reached the limit he could control.

The raging flames rolled and filled his vision, forcing him to squint even with the combined power of his demonic body and dragon blood.

The cancellation of the inverted hourglass of blood allowed him to grow taller again.

He felt his own magic, the raging flames that he had once again freed and were now under his control, and the intense malice that continued to fill the patterns on his body, then gradually weakened until it completely disappeared from his senses.

Ruger opened his arms in the flames as if to embrace it, the curved horns on his head buzzing as if trembling and undergoing a new transformation.

He didn't rush to find Mahama and Varin. He believed in their abilities, and even Varin, who was in poor condition, could solve the problems he faced.

Sometimes, showing too much concern for a strong, excellent, and confident companion can be hurtful, especially when in a position of power. For example, if a wizard is a wizarding apprentice, the dominant position can prevent the expression of true feelings and lead to greater repression. Therefore, Ruger believes in their excellence.

As for his trust in the wizard Zorn, it was naturally even stronger; however, when his life was in danger, he naturally preferred to take more initiative.

For example, if you want to eliminate your opponent in advance, you can try to hide or prepare to escape.

When the swirling flames subsided and dissipated, they scorched the sticky ground into a hard crust, leaving not a trace of ash where the two wizards had once stood.

Luger raised his hand, and the hairs returned to their positions.

He put on his robe and waited for his injuries to heal before immediately turning the Bloodline Hourglass upside down again. This was just an experiment or a feeling, and he didn't want to try to completely turn off the Bloodline Hourglass again because it was a faint sense of loss. This was something that had accumulated over a long period of time. In the feeling just now, he could hardly perceive the strengthening of the dragon bloodline, so the faint sense of loss inevitably stirred up worries about the future.

For him, or rather for wizard apprentices like Mahama and Valin, once they crossed the threshold of becoming formal wizards, further advancement would not be a problem. The real difficulty, the next hurdle, lies in the stage of moving from a third-ring origin wizard to a fourth-ring wizard. Under normal circumstances, they could at least become ordinary third-ring wizards without any obstacles.

Of course, Luger was mentally prepared; at worst, he would let the hourglass of impermanence run for a few more years, allowing Mahama and the others to go first.

The specifics will require time to verify.

At the same time, Ruger will not give up looking for other solutions.

With a sickeningly loud sound, the body recovered from its injuries rapidly thanks to the dragon bloodline, and a brand new dwarf puppy-headed human was born once again.

Luger looked around, closed his eyes to sense for a while, and then ran to his left with his head down.

There were bursts of magical fluctuations coming from that direction.

Of course, that doesn't apply to third-ring wizards.

As Ruge approached, the sounds became clearly audible; it was, as expected, that big guy, Mahama.

Wizards are diverse, as exemplified by Mahama, a wizard who enjoys throwing punches and is said to have followed in his teacher's footsteps. This speaks volumes.

Luger sat down on a towering mushroom-shaped cap with a grin, and, his mouth parched from the heat, he made himself a shaved ice.

The Mahama below had transformed into a small giant, its already imposing size now even more astonishing, appearing to be as tall as two Ruger's Miserly Demon forms stacked together.

Moreover, since it wasn't someone familiar, it was impossible to recognize Mahama. He was wrapped in layers of demonic skin, his movements as swift as the wind, and the demonic skin covering him would tremble on his fists when he threw a punch. It was definitely not the two-layered demonic skin that Ruge had seen before; rather, it was a body covered with many spellcasting materials for demonic skin magic. He possessed an astonishing level of proficiency in the transformation of demonic skin magic, and different skin transformations would respond to different spells from enemies. These skin transformations were so rapid, with pieces constantly growing larger and smaller, moving like fish across Mahama's massive body.

Ruger suddenly realized that with Mahama's control over the Magic Skin spell, if it were just ordinary spellcasting materials, he could completely unfold and cover his entire body, just like the double-layered Magic Skin spell he had seen before. The reason he had to move back and forth was because it was a spellcasting material beyond his control. The half-human had once said that while spellcasting materials of higher levels would certainly have better effects, the Magic Skin spell would be very difficult to cast, and its duration would be greatly reduced.

In other words, the spell-casting materials that Mahama possessed were likely from some kind of creature at the level of a formal wizard, giving the apprentice casting the spell no chance of winning.

Click!Click!
The shaved ice was indeed delicious.

Ruger then raised his hand, crushed a black fruit, and poured the juice over it.

He twitched his brow, then smiled and shifted his position, turning in another direction, where it seemed to be the fluctuation of Valin's mental energy.

(End of this chapter)