Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 108 Golem, Magic, Egg Grinding

The setting sun dipped below the mountains, leaving only a faint golden glow on the horizon. A grove of trees, a dwarf tree, and a giant statue busied themselves in the clearing.

"Ready... bend your elbows at ninety degrees and move thirty centimeters to the left—" The dwarf Dulin drew on the blueprint with calipers and then directed the goblins on the scaffolding.

Geb held a rope in each hand, another in his mouth, his legs were clasped together, and another rope was tucked into his buttocks—operating four ropes simultaneously to control the wooden golem's movements.

"Wrong, wrong! It's the left—the other left!"

"Ugh!" Geb wanted to curse, but he couldn't speak. He quickly turned around and moved the golem's arm in another direction.

"Okay... stay in this position and don't move, I'll do it..."

Dulin quickly climbed up the scaffolding, fiddled with the crossbow mounted on the golem's arm, took measurements, made marks, and then wrote down the data in his notebook.

Gebu's face turned red as the rope tightened, causing his testicles to ache.

"Ugh!!"

"Just a little longer... it's almost there." Dulin was completely absorbed in his experiment, ignoring the halfling who had been twisted to its limit.

I can't take it anymore... Oh my god...

Snap! Gebu's legs buckled, and the rope flew out, grazing the inside of his thigh, whipping his groin with a burning pain!

The golem's raised arm instantly dropped downwards, right below the dwarf!

Wizard's Hand!

Despite the excruciating pain, Geb instantly cast a spell, his magical power firmly gripping the detached end of the rope—the golem's metal elbow stopped just centimeters above the dwarf's skull. Only then did Dulin raise his head, only to bump it against the top of his head.

"May the rocks protect us!" the dwarf grimaced in pain. He turned around to complain, only to see that Geb's face was purple with pain, glaring at him angrily.

"Uh... how about we call it a day?" Dulin gave an embarrassed smile.

"...How much longer...I really can't hold on any longer..." Gebu asked through gritted teeth.

"How many more hours?"

"A few hours?!"

"Four hours at most, thank you Gebu. Hey, don't go! We've already spent so much money! We can't let it go to waste, Brother Gebu... How about I come and pull the rope tomorrow?"

"I'll pull you, you rock ancestor!"

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It gets dark particularly early during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The two of them had just set up their tent and lit a campfire when night had already completely fallen.

After quickly eating something, both of them were very tired. They remained silent for a long time, and sleepiness crept into their eyes... Gebu and the dwarf had agreed that the dwarf would keep watch for the first half of the night, while Gebu would keep watch for the second half.

Dwarfs are heavy sleepers... you might not be able to wake them up in the middle of the night.

To avoid being disturbed by his snoring, Gebu set up his tent in a secluded spot, far from the campfire and hidden behind bushes.

He went into the tent early, letting Big Eyes transform into a bat and hang upside down on a branch at the top of the tent as an alarm clock. When the time came, the bat would wake itself up, put on its mask, and then go find the dwarf.

The dimensional bag sat under his butt, the mask hung around his neck—learn from the lesson, he couldn't let it be stolen again.

With everything prepared, Gebu sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

After breaking through the third node with the help of the Anchor Potion, Geb found that his progress in breaking through spells had slowed down, not because he had become stupid, but because the nodes themselves were becoming increasingly complex.

Gebu has been studying this fifth step for two days. He planned to complete it last night, but he drank too much... Drinking can ruin things! He'll have to succeed no matter what, even if it means working through the rest of the night!

The Book of Sand revealed two spells that Geb had mastered by more than half:

[Magic Missile] [Greasy Technique]

【Magic Missile】

A simple yet damaging spell that creates three etheric aggregates from the fingertips, directing them to attack one or more targets within 10 meters, dealing force field damage. The magical missiles will automatically seek and hit their targets, requiring no aiming from the caster.

The fact that you don't need to aim is a major advantage, preventing embarrassing situations like missing your target in an emergency. Furthermore, the three missiles can each hit three targets, making it a type of area-of-effect spell.

The downside is that the damage is minimal. It's only slightly better than throwing a brick.

Getting hit by a brick hurts quite a bit... If you get hit in the face three times, most people would die instantly.

【Greasy Techniques】

Creates an oily surface within a 3-meter radius of the caster at a distance of 20 meters. This oil adheres to the feet of anyone who steps on it, causing them to slip and fall. The oil can be ignited by fire, causing considerable fire damage.

This spell can be combined with the previously learned [Gravity Amplification] spell to make it impossible for someone lying on the oil to get up—and then what?

Then you can burn his mother.

Gebu imagined the witch hunter vulture struggling pathetically in the greasy spell, just about to get up, only to fall back to the ground. He himself held a flame in his hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Call me Daddy."

"Obak above, I've killed you, you goblin!"

"It's such a shame you're saying that."

Whoosh! Flames erupt, turning the world into hell!

Just thinking about it is exhilarating.

Besides these combos, Geb chose this spell to expand his control over the battlefield.

He would never face someone head-on, not in his entire life. Even with Tree Skin Potion and Shield Spell—Geb still wouldn't want to use his bare neck to block someone's sharp blade.

Moving left and right makes it difficult for the enemy to move. Kite them, shoot from the side, and use sneaky tactics whenever possible. This is the basic tactical skill of a goblin.

Therefore, any spell that can restrict the enemy's movement is a good spell.

The training of [Magic Missiles] involves manipulating aggregated ether, entrusting one's personal will to three missiles, and letting them find their own targets—somewhat similar to three extremely simplified magical pets.

Three suicide bombers?

Am I a Taliban...? Don't think too much about it, or I might lose my temper and crash into the Twin Towers again.

【Greasy Spell】is a spell that alters the laws of physics, operating on a principle similar to 【Gravity Amplification Spell】. In other words, this spell can also be called: Friction Reduction Spell.

Lubrication?

Wizard's Hand + Grease + Energy Potion

Stop, stop... or it won't pass censorship again.

With time running out, Gebu focused intently on practicing two new first-level spells, finally breaking through the node just after midnight.

He touched the glowing magic circle with his fingers, and the etheric flow in the meditation space changed its path with the goblin's breathing, responding to his every move.

Node breakthrough 5/6

Get the Magic Missile!

Get the secret to looking greasy!

Circumferential recovery 2/2

Arcane Recollection Points: 1

The goblin let out a comfortable sigh.

A large-eyed bat flew in from the horizon of the meditative world—the time had come.

Gebu rubbed his face, got ready, and closed his eyes to end his meditation.

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After putting on his mask, Gebu came out of the tent and the first thing he did was to take a dump in the nearby grove of trees.

Drizzling.

As he sprinkled the seeds, he thought to himself: at this rate, I can become a level 2 wizard in less than a week.

At that time, we could get more spell slots, not to mention learning second-level spells... a complete upgrade! Our combat power increased dramatically.

However, the Deep Well Robbery Ritual for upgrading from 0 to 1 requires alchemy materials worth thousands of gold coins, and the materials for upgrading from 1 to 2 will definitely be even more... Where am I going to get the money? I'm so worried!

I have to join the caravans, no matter what. I have to make a lot of money! Small-scale operations simply can't keep up with my expenses.

Once things are settled with the dwarves, I need to hurry back to contact the church and the lord—hopefully what I did today will attract the old priest's attention. I need to establish a group of devout believers before things can proceed.

Geb shook his head and pulled his pants back up. Then he walked towards the campfire.

"Hey, Du, it's time for your shift change..."

Hmm? It smells nice?

Gebu rubbed his eyes. In front of the burning campfire, several unfamiliar figures were roasting meat with sticks.

A man with magnificent antlers on his head turned around and greeted Gebu with a half-smile.

"Grytings, Ash'tok." He looked at the halfling with the eyes of a wild beast, then spoke in a human tone, "Please don't be alarmed. We are lost hunters from afar. We hope you won't mind if we borrow your campfire."