The function of this spell is to instantly change the molecular structure of the skin, making the distance between molecules closer and thus greatly improving the skin's defense.
Compared with the elemental shield surrounding him, this zero-distance protection spell is undoubtedly much lighter and more suitable for a 'melee wizard' like Hiss who uses close combat as the main means of combat. This is why Hiss
The main reason for choosing it.
"It seems that the attempt at fire spells can only be postponed again."
Muttering to himself, Heath sat down cross-legged and started building a model for the spell Hardening Skin.
The models of apprentice-level spells are not complicated. In addition, with the experience of building the model last time, Heath became more and more comfortable in building the model this time. He completed the construction of the model in his mind in less than half an hour.
"Try how it works!"
Exiting the sea of spiritual consciousness, Heath stood up impatiently.
He raised his right hand towards his chest, and at the same time whispered in his mouth: Harden the skin!
All defensive spells use special rune structures, sacrificing some characteristics to greatly simplify rune gestures and spell chanting, and maximize the instantaneous casting of defensive spells.
After all, in actual combat, if defensive spells cannot be cast instantly, they basically have little protective meaning.
"Sizz..." It was as if an electric current was passing through his skin quickly. Heath clearly felt that his skin suddenly seemed to have some changes, as if he had become stronger in this instant.
Same.
He then took out a sharp dagger, holding the dagger in his right hand, then raised his left hand, and then——
Extend a finger from your left hand.
He held the dagger and stabbed his finger gently...
Okay, I feel nothing.
He then increased the intensity and scratched his finger with the dagger.
Okay, I still feel nothing.
Two successful experiments made Heath relax. He then opened his palm, gritted his teeth, held the dagger firmly in his palm and pulled hard.
"His!~" There was a soft sound.
The dagger was like scratching through rough glass, and Heath clearly felt a slight sting in his palm.
However, what is surprising is that there is no visible wound where the dagger scratched, just an inconspicuous white mark.
"Good guy, this works so well!" Heath was surprised.
You must know that the dagger in his hand is sharp and can easily cut through even thick boar skin. However, at this moment, Heath's palm could only leave a white mark without even a trace of a wound.
"No wonder wizards have a rule that only mid-level apprentices can take on hunting missions. With such a defense effect, the probability of survival has indeed increased by more than one level..."
Heath thought in hindsight.
Immediately, he tried a few more times, each time with more force, but even if he used all his strength, he still couldn't leave any wounds on himself. It wasn't until he used the black magic of [Intensified Damage] that he finally managed to pierce.
Even so, it only left a very shallow wound.
Looking at the wounds on his hands, Heathfield 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 I stand and someone beats me, I can still stand up and yell: Who else is there?"
Heath was excited and thinking wildly...
...
Two days later, Brittany, gray woodland.
"Wind! Wheel!" The sound of wheels turning echoed in the forest.
In the dense forest, a motorcade was driving slowly.
It was a very conspicuous convoy, consisting of more than a dozen soldiers and a carriage. The soldiers wore fine leather armor and wore uniform blue cloth covers. The carriage was wide and wide, and the carriages were painted with white primer and
The golden pattern and the corners are even edged with silver, which shine under the sunlight and look extremely luxurious.
In the carriage, Heath leaned back on the soft leather sofa, frowning slightly, looking very worried.
His eyes glanced at the dense woods outside the window from time to time, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.
I don't know why, but Heath has been feeling a little uneasy since the convoy entered the gray forest area the day before yesterday, as if something was about to happen.
'Is it because I haven't seen any human habitation for a long time?'
Gray Woodland is the largest aristocratic territory in the kingdom, occupying one-fifth of the kingdom's land, but its population is only about one million. It is typically vast and sparsely populated. Since entering this land the day before yesterday, Hope
Since then, they have never seen a town or a human being.
'Not only the human population, but also the wreckage...'
No human smoke was seen, but the wreckage left by the attacked convoy was encountered in two places. A damaged carriage and several corpses were also found among them. Judging from the badges, they should belong to merchants. It seems that they encountered bandits while doing business.
attack.
Although bandits are inevitable in such a backward medieval background, they are probably too frequent. We encountered them twice in just two days. Are all the nobles here dead?
'Am I unlucky? Will Madden and the others encounter the same problem?'
In addition to the Duke, there were several powerful nobles in Gray Wood who also needed to win over. Madden and the others were each assigned to a powerful noble, and they separated not long after setting off.
"Da da!" At this moment, there was a soft sound outside, and the traveling carriage stopped.
After a while, there was a chaotic sound coming from the front.
Heath looked out and saw a few ragged people standing at the front of the motorcade, blocking the way of the motorcade.
Is he a beggar?
Heath asked Ike who was not far away: "Ike, what happened?"
Ike ran over quickly: "Sir, they are fur traders on their way to Graycastle. They were attacked by bandits on the way. They were the only ones who survived. Now they want to join our convoy. Commander Goode is negotiating with them.
"
Another attack!
Heath frowned and asked, "What did Commander Good say?"
In fact, he just asked casually. After all, he has realized who Gude is in the past few days. If a few refugees dare to stop the convoy and don't cut them to the ground, it would be polite. How could he take them in...
Ike said: "Commander Gude plans to keep them."
Heath said: "Oh, just tell Gude and drive them away. There is no need...huh? Wait, what did you just say? Gude wants to keep them?"
Halfway through his words, Heath suddenly froze.
Ike confirmed: "Yes, Commander Goode is already arranging for Bell to distribute food to them."
Heath looked surprised: "Did I hear correctly?"
Has Goode changed his gender?
But at this moment, Heath suddenly saw Ike's expression was different, so he asked: "Do you know the reason?"
Ike raised his finger and pointed there and said, "I think it should be that one."
Heath looked in the direction that Ike pointed, only to find that there was a young and beautiful woman among the refugees. Although her clothes looked a little tattered, her temperament and appearance were still very outstanding.
Heath frowned.
At the same time, Goode had finished arranging the refugees. The other refugees just casually joined the queue, while the young woman got a horse alone and was caringly arranging the reins for the other person.
Seeing this, Heath couldn't help but shout: "Commander Gude!"
Good patted the back of the woman's hand gently, then said something gentle in the other's ear, and then turned around and walked towards Heath.
Jogging closer, he asked: "Is something wrong? Your Majesty the Wizard?"
Heath said straight to the point: "With all due respect, I don't think we should meddle in other people's business right now."
Goode was stunned.
Heath emphasized his tone and reminded: "Going to Gray Castle is our first priority. Those refugees should be handed over to the nearby nobles. There is no need to put them into a queue. This will increase our burden and risk..."
Good interrupted: "I will protect you."
Heath frowned.
Gude straightened his back, pressed the cross sword and said: "I am your guard commander, just leave the guard work to me. I am not questioning your ability, but... there are specialties in the art industry, and there are also
I hope you can trust me."
"Then, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
After finishing speaking, Good went back without waiting for Heath's reply. After walking out for a while, he seemed to think of something again. He turned his head and patted the cross sword and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Wizard, if any enemy dares to attack you."
No disrespect, I'll let him have a taste of this."
Okay, negotiation failed.
"Working with such an idiot is really infuriating..." Looking at Goode who looked like a teddy dog in front of the woman, Heath was also a little speechless.