Chapter 24: Dog and Wizard

Crack—

Aijin and Dasha were on the side, curiously gnawing on ice chunks.

"Is this big guy a Dragonborn Kobold? He also said he comes from the Red Horn Tribe."

Luge looked at Old Gold Tooth, who was still clinging to life but seemed able to breathe for a long time yet.

The Kobold who had fought the Giant Snake was lying weakly on the side with his eyes rolled back; in terms of build, he was slightly taller than Dasha, but this Kobold's shoulders were not as broad as Dasha's. However, just from being able to fight the Giant Snake head-on, his strength was far greater than Dasha's.

"Wuu! Not the same, like it is yet somewhat different……"

Old Gold Tooth also curiously examined him closely.

Luge stepped forward and carefully explored; this big guy's fur was particularly dense, with only small red scales on parts like his elbows, which was the biggest difference from the Dragonborn Kobolds Old Gold Tooth had seen.

Luge scooped up a handful of shaved ice from the side and splashed it onto the Red Scale Kobold's face.

Dasha on the side watched, smacked his lips twice, seemingly not having eaten enough, but didn't dare make a sound.

The Red Scale Kobold, stimulated by the ice shards, gradually showed signs of waking up.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the Kobold settlement in the distance; Luge and the others just turned to glance, then paid no more attention.

The Kobold on the ground slowly rolled his eyeballs, waking up bit by bit.

This guy seemed quite fierce; as soon as he woke up, he bared his teeth in a threat and tried to rise, but Luge kicked him down. His weakness was obvious; in Luge's view, these were signs of fear born of weakness, the unease of suddenly being in a strange environment; strong people often become even more fearful when they lose their strength and become weak.

"Red Horn?"

He smiled, looking at the Kobold lying on the ground.

Being kicked down by such an unusually small Kobold seemed hard for the big guy to accept; the Kobold had nearly entered a state of rage.

"I ask, you answer; I know you can understand me."

He knew Kobold habits too well; reasoning was not as effective as letting the other party know your strength.

So, without giving the other party time to respond, a blue-and-white beam flickered at his fingertips; the Kobold on the ground subconsciously dodged, twisted and rolled half a circle, and just happened to take a Freezing Ray on his back.

"Your fur is very thick; really good fur, so dense—you must usually eat very well……"

He whispered like a Demon, revealing a sincere yet evil smile; he wanted the other party to remember this smile forever. He slowly raised his hand and cast a Spell he had prepared for a long time.

Actually, he could use this Spell without pointing his finger; adding corresponding movements and words served first to quietly recover consumed Spiritual Power, and second to bring a sense of oppression—that slowly raised hand would make the other party remember it for a long time.

Zero-Circle Spell: Depilation!

The warrior from the Red Horn Tribe; the anger that had just rushed to his head was interrupted by this change.

The Spell effect was surprisingly good; not a patch of fur, nor a random spot pointed at, but a whole bald dog was born in an instant.

Old Gold Tooth and Aijin both looked at Luge in horror; Dasha, who had been sitting and watching the fun, subconsciously began to move backward.

Sizzle! Another Freezing Ray!

"Ow!"

The Kobold let out a cry.

Every shrill cry was like a stab in the heart of the three Kobolds nearby.

After several cries, he finally stopped; not only because he was afraid of freezing this suspected Dragonborn Kobold to death, but also to save some Spiritual Power to deal with changes.

"We are all Kobolds, all one family; I just want to chat with you……"

He moved his steps and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking levelly at the Kobold lying on the ground.

But that Kobold dared not meet his gaze; once a Kobold is defeated by his own kind, he immediately submits, which is also a good thing, and ensures the Kobold race can maintain basic order to survive in this harsh environment.

"Red Horn Tribe? Are there many Kobolds like you?" he said.

The bald Kobold nodded vigorously.

"It is the King; the King gives us strength; many, many tribesmen; go everywhere to find, bring back one tribe after another; I can't compete with them; I walked very far……"

The bald Kobold spoke softer and softer; he was already weak, and now began to tremble, with large patches of ice crystals attached to his shoulders, back, and other parts.

Luge signaled with his eyes; Dasha immediately stepped forward, piled that heap of fur onto the other party, then began to smash the ice cover with his fist; Dasha even secretly stuffed a piece of ice into his mouth, but the taste seemed not good.

"Your King, is he a Dragonborn Kobold?" he said.

The bald Kobold nodded, then shook his head.

"The King failed; at that time he was not yet the King; he was thin and small, just beginning to become very smart; the King said he awakened distant inheritance memories; more and more things were added to his brain; said Kobolds have no master; said they once had their own civilization; once Kobolds had their own Empire, very big, very big……"

The bald Kobold kept talking nonstop.

But Luge and the others had already turned to look at Old Gold Tooth.

"Then one day, the King suddenly became tall, grew red curved horns on his head; the King killed the Saint Lord in the tribe; the King said that was just a Sub-Dragon Beast, not a True Dragon; so the Kobolds in the tribe always failed; the King led us very far to a pool filled with red water; very hot; let us drink; we became smarter and stronger; we cheered; we ate the dead Saint Lord into our bellies; the King's command……"

The bald Kobold said, his eyes blazing as he looked at the three of them, and also glanced at Old Gold Tooth lying there too.

Luge reacted instantly; it seemed this guy really had become smarter; suddenly so cooperative; it turned out he was showing off his strength and the King's philosophy, blowing hot air for the King, wanting to persuade them to join the Red Horn Tribe.

Obviously, the three of them, who were obviously smarter Kobolds, had been taken a liking to by this warrior from the Red Horn Tribe.

"Where is your King now? And what is the Wizard you mentioned?" Luge found it interesting and couldn't help but smile as he said.

"The King? The King usually soaks in the pool water; only comes out when facing a powerful enemy; the King's curved horns are getting redder and redder; the King said we have a Curse; it is the Wizard's Curse that makes little Kobolds born stupid; we must kill the Wizard."

Saying this, the bald Kobold paused, then looked at Luge and the others.

"You are small, but smart, powerful; the King will definitely like you! The King likes smart Kobolds; the King always despises us for being stupid……"

The bald Kobold's recovery ability was very strong; he no longer had the dejected feeling from when he first woke up; his eyes now could no longer be described as merely ordinary fervor.

Luge was considering whether to give him another one; as soon as he raised his hand, the bald Kobold was scared into shrinking back, his momentum instantly gone.

"You came here; how many times were you hungry? What else does the King usually make the Kobolds in the tribe do?" he said.

The bald Kobold began to think seriously, but in the end seemed to fail at thinking.

"The King's command: let us dig more ore, catch more worms, and find more Kobolds, more territory, dig more ore, catch more worms, and also……also I forgot how many times I was hungry……" Saying this, at the end, his eyes unconsciously looked at Luge's hand.

Seeing he was not scolded, the bald Kobold began to speak intermittently again about the King's greatness.

Luge did not listen carefully, nor did he interrupt.

He was thinking, thinking about how to handle this peculiar Kobold from the Red Horn Tribe.

"Where you're from, are there also places with this kind of complex Big Caves and Small Caves?" he said.

The bald-furred Kobold was just turning his head to tell Dasha about the King's valor, when he was suddenly interrupted by his voice and startled, his big head turning over to nod vigorously non-stop.

"Have you ever walked to the End?" Luge asked again.

The bald-furred Kobold shook his head forcefully.

The clamor of the Kobolds in the distance had just died down not long ago, but now it swelled up again, the sound waves rising one after another.

Faintly, from Between, came the sound that the great Gray Long Neck Saint Lord was already gone.

(Chapter End)