Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 489 Extraordinary and Lost

The demons shifted restlessly in place. The bloody scent emanating from the unseen distance ahead was a mysterious and sweet temptation to them. The only reason they stayed put was because of the demon lord's oppressive aura.

Ruger followed suit, swaying back and forth, occasionally glancing around. Mahama, on the other hand, was quite clever, or rather, he had to keep his nerves on edge the whole way, which was quite tiring. At least mentally, he was much more exhausted than Ruger. This guy couldn't sense the lord's commands to the demons at all, and he had to keep a close eye on the demons around him. Normally, it wouldn't matter if he was a little slower, it was just a matter of being a step ahead or a step behind, but coincidentally, he was a mount, and on his back was a strange old demon.

Fortunately, we have already seen a promising outcome for the purpose of this trip.

Ruger calmed himself down, becoming a tiny drop of foul water caught in the tide of demons, and waited quietly.

Every step was an extraordinary and interesting experience.

He enjoyed the feeling and was glad that he could become a wizard and begin to explore and experience this interesting world.

Wizards are the group best suited to explore this world. They might stare at a small stone for hundreds of years, studying it intently, or they might travel all over the world without stopping. All of this is exploration, appreciating the beauty of the world, and probing its mysteries.

Similarly, helping Mahama become a sorceress was also an interesting experience.

Ruger looked around. Fighting for a demon lord who was eager for success would be a good experience.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

If you can use magic to disguise yourself as a demon to experience the Abyss, can you disguise yourself as something else in the future?
In Ruger's mind, an image of an old, toothless wizard appeared. The shaky old wizard, whose hair had all fallen out, began to tell his disciple about how, at a certain age, he had disguised himself as a demon to fight for a demon lord, and how, at another time, he had gone into hiding for decades to uncover the secrets that had troubled countless people. His wonderful life was slowly revealed as the old wizard trembled as he spoke.

That's a pretty good feeling too.

Ruger had already imagined what he would look like in the future, but that would have to wait until he lived to see it, and even if he were lucky enough to live to see it, it would probably be several hundred years from now, since he was a formal wizard with dragon blood.

Perhaps in the future I can find a wizard who deals with the field of life to estimate his so-called lifespan, or perhaps I have similar alchemical tools.

He shook his head, and suddenly felt a pain in his foot.

Although strictly speaking, it wasn't painful, he still glared fiercely at the person beside him.

“If you step on me again, I’ll rip out your heart and eat it.”

Ruger said in a deep voice, seemingly without a trace of anger or urgency.

But the demon beside him still trembled a few times in fright.

“Yes, Your Excellency, Heartbreaker,” the demon said, bowing his head.

Ruger raised an eyebrow. This guy was indeed a demon he had seen in the pit. No wonder he looked familiar.

"Where's your badge? Why is it following me?" Ruger said in a deep voice, subconsciously glancing at the other man's chest as he spoke.

The demon trembled again, lowered its head and said, "I won the tokens back, then lost them again. Lord Heartbreaker is very powerful, so I squeezed through them to get here."

Ruger nodded. This was indeed the case for some demons. Losing a token and being seriously injured meant that even the most bloodthirsty and gambler couldn't participate for a while. After being intimidated by Ruger, the big, black-haired goofball did become much more restrained, but before long, he was moving around restlessly in place, just like the other demons.

Even the most ferocious and impatient demons show patience under the fists of the Demon Lord.

Until a roar.

That was the voice of the demon lord.

Their roars seemed to echo throughout the entire abyss.

Are they really loud? Ruger believes that the loudness is not due to the volume of their voices, but rather to their unique characteristics. It is their uniqueness that creates this effect when they roar. It is the favor of the abyss that has given them a transformation that is different from ordinary demons, even if they are not yet true lords.

With the lords' roars, the demons began their charge.

Hunger and pent-up anxiety made the demons' eyes glow red, and they roared and howled wildly, even though this foolish charge couldn't see the enemy at all.

Gradually, chaos began to break out in the ranks, with some powerful demons charging ahead and even trampling to death some of the smaller demons that blocked their way.

The waves carried Luger as he began to run, the direction and speed no longer within his control.

The fighting finally began when they set foot on a blood-soaked, pungent land, which also answered one of Luger's questions: accidental injury.

After all, these guys all look very similar. They are just attracted by the call of the lords of different territories. Apart from some special intelligent demons, there is no such thing as loyalty. Some areas may be inhabited by different low-level demons due to their terrain and environment, that's all.

Therefore, friendly demons are not afraid of being accidentally injured. First, powerful demons often swing their weapons indiscriminately and knock down a whole group of them, including not only enemy demons. Second, there are demons that have come along the way. In Luger's perception, there will be a distinct aura from enemy demons. This should be the lord's method and the proper way to distinguish friend from foe.

Ruger suddenly grabbed a charging unicorn, holding its horn as a weapon and sweeping it around, pushing back the swarming weaker demons. Only one slightly stronger demon charged forward. Ruger's eyes widened, and he reached in, pulled out its warm heart, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Unbeknownst to them, the demon armies from various factions had already become entangled.

In the blink of an eye, Ruge realized that Mahama was no longer in his sight, but fortunately they had left secret marks on each other in advance.

Mahama was probably still being used as a mount, which would make movement difficult, so Ruger took the opportunity to slack off and sneak into the group of weaker demons while moving towards the arcane mark.

He always held that one-horned thing in his hand, using it as a hammer that was taller than a person.

The malice emanating from the fingertips was enough to make the hammer seem honest and reliable, trembling slightly as if nodding in agreement, though it was unclear whether it was sturdy enough.

Ruger rampaged through the weaker demons, then stealthily passed by the powerful or unpredictable ones.

He walked and stopped along the way, and blood had soaked every inch of his body, as if it were trying to drown him in a wave of demons.

With that sign, even the slow-witted demons on his own side wouldn't attack him, and he naturally wouldn't bother killing those sensible ones. He had actually been paying attention, multitasking, and in his hazy and chaotic perception, he had already killed demons from three other factions. It seemed that only one lord's forces had yet to be encountered on this battlefield of flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)