【Skin Sclerosis】!

The function of this spell is to change the molecular structure of the skin in an instant, making the distance between the molecules closer, thereby greatly improving the skin's defense.

Compared with the elemental shield surrounding you, this 0-distance protection spell is undoubtedly much lighter and more suitable for the "melee wizard" like Heath, which uses close-knit melee combat as its main combat method. This is also the main reason why Heath chose it.

"It seems that the attempt of fire spells can only be pushed back again."

He murmured secretly, and Heath sat cross-legged and began to build the model of the spell of skin hardening.

The apprentice-level spell models are not complicated. In addition to the experience of constructing models, Heath is more skillful in building the model this time. He completed the construction of the model in his mind in just half an hour.

"Try it out how it works!"

Withdrew from the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, Heath couldn't wait to stand up.

He raised his right hand towards his chest, and at the same time he murmured quietly: Skin hardened!

All defensive spells use special rune structures, sacrificing some characteristics to greatly simplify rune gestures and spell singing, so that the defensive spells can reach an instant level to the greatest extent.

After all, in actual combat, if defensive spells cannot be instantly fired, there will basically be little protection.

"Sizi..." There seemed to be an electric current passing through his skin quickly. Heath obviously felt that his skin suddenly seemed to have changed, as if he had become stronger in this instant.

He then took out a sharp dagger, grabbed the dagger with his right hand, then raised his left hand, and then-

A finger stretched out with his left hand.

He held the dagger and stabbed his finger gently...

OK, I don't feel anything.

He then increased his strength and slashed his finger with a dagger.

OK, still don't feel anything.

Two successful experiments made Heath relax. He then spread his palm, bit his teeth, and held the dagger hard and pulled it hard in his palm.

"Hiss!" A soft sound was heard.

The dagger was like a glass that had been slashed through the edges, and Heath obviously felt a slight tingling pain coming from his palm.

However, what was surprising was that there was no visible wound on the dagger's side, just a white seal that was not obvious.

"Good guy, this is too useful!" Heath was surprised.

You know, the dagger in his hand was sharp, and even the thick wild boar skin could be easily cut. However, at this moment, when facing Heath, he could only leave a white mark, not even a trace of wound.

"No wonder wizards have medium-sized apprentices to take on hunting tasks. With such a defensive effect, the probability of survival has indeed increased by more than one level..."

Heath thought afterwards.

Then, he tried several more times, and his strength was heavier and heavier every time, but even if he used all his strength, he still couldn't leave any trauma to himself. It was not until he used the black magic [Depth of Damage] that he finally pierced his skin. Even so, he only left a very shallow wound.

Looking at the trauma on his hands, Xi Fei was not depressed, but became happy: "Haha, with this spell, are you still afraid of fighting with others in the future?"

"I'm afraid that if you stand and make people feel weak, you can stand up and shout: Who else!"

Heath was excited and thoughtful...

......

Two days later, Brittany, the grey woodland.

"Wheel! Wheel!" The sound of the wheel turning echoing in the forest.

In the dense forest, a convoy was driving slowly.

It was a very conspicuous convoy, composed of more than a dozen soldiers and a carriage. The soldiers were wearing exquisite leather armor and covered with a uniform blue cloth cover. The carriage was wide and large. The carriage was painted with white primer and golden patterns. The corners were even covered with silver. They shone brightly under the sunlight and looked extremely luxurious.

In the carriage, Heath leaned against the soft leather sofa, his brows slightly frowned, looking worried.

His eyes swept through the dense woods outside the window from time to time, and his brows became even tighter.

For some reason, from the day before yesterday when the convoy entered the range of the gray woodland, Heath felt a little restless and always felt something was about to happen.

‘Is it because I haven’t seen people for a long time?’

The gray forest land is the largest aristocratic leader in the kingdom, occupying one-fifth of the kingdom's land, but its population is only one million. It is typically vast and sparsely populated. Since entering this land the day before yesterday, Heath and the others have never seen towns or people.

‘It’s not just the people, but the wreckage…’

I didn't see the people, but I encountered two wreckages left by the attacked convoy, including a row of damaged carriages and several corpses. Judging from the badge, they should belong to merchants, and it seemed that I encountered attacks from bandits during the business process.

Although bandits were inevitable in such a backward medieval context, they were a little too frequent. They met twice in just two days. Are all the nobles here dead?

‘Is it because I’m not lucky? Will Maden and others have the same problem?’

In addition to the duke, there were several powerful nobles in the gray forest. Maden and others were all arranged to be with one powerful noble. Not long after they set off, they separated.

"Dada!" At this moment, a light sound came from outside, and the moving carriage stopped.

After a while, a messy sound came from the front.

Heath looked out, but saw that there seemed to be several ragged people standing in front of the convoy, blocking the convoy's way.

Is it a beggar?

Heath asked at Ike not far away, "Ike, what happened?"

Ike ran over quickly: "Sir, they are fur merchants going to Gray Castle. They encountered robbers on the way. They survived and wanted to join our convoy now. Commander Good is negotiating with them."

Another attack!

Heath frowned and asked, "What do you say to Commander Good?"

In fact, he just asked casually. After all, who is Goode, he has realized these days. It would be polite to have a few refugees who dared to stop the convoy and not chop them to the ground. How could he take them in?

Ike said: "Captain Goode intends to keep them."

Heath said, "Oh, just tell Goode, just drive them away, there is no need... Hum? Wait, what did you say just now? Goode wants to keep them?"

Halfway through his words, Heath suddenly froze.

Ike confirmed: "Yes, Commander Goode is already arranging Bell to allocate them food."

Heath looked surprised: "I heard it right?"

Has this Goode changed his sexual nature?

But at this moment, Heath suddenly saw that Ike's expression was different, so he asked, "Do you know the reason?"

Ike raised his finger and pointed at the other side, "I think it should be that one."

Heath looked in the direction Eke pointed, and found that there was a young and beautiful woman in the middle of the group of refugees. Although her clothes looked a little tattered, her temperament and appearance were still outstanding.

Heath frowned.

At the same time, Goode had finished his arrangements for the refugees. The other refugees were just casually arranged in line, while the young woman got a horse alone and was carving the reins for the other party intimately.

Seeing that Heath couldn't help but shout, "Commander Good!"

Goode gently patted the back of the woman's hand, and then said a few words in the other person's ear and didn't know what to do, then turned around and walked towards Heath.

He trotted to the vicinity and asked, "Is there anything wrong? Lord Wizard?"

Heath said straight to the point: "I am forgiving, I don't think we should meddle in other people's business now."

Goode was stunned.

Heath emphasized and reminded: "Going to the Gray Castle is our top priority. Those refugees should be handed over to nearby nobles. There is no need to deliberately put them in the queue, as this will increase our burden and risks..."

Goode interrupted, “I will protect your Excellency.”

Heath frowned.

Goode straightened his back and pressed the cross sword and said, "I am your guard leader. Just leave the guard's work to me. I am not questioning your ability, but... I have specialized in my skills, and I hope you can trust me."

"Then, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Goode went back without waiting for Heath to reply. After walking out for a while, he seemed to have thought of something again. He turned his head and patted the Cross Sword and said, "Don't worry, Lord Wizard, if any enemy dares to disrespect you, I will let him taste this."

OK, negotiation failed.

"It's really a big deal to work with such a fool..." Looking at Goode, who looked like a teddy dog ​​in front of the woman, Heath was speechless.
Chapter completed!