Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 1 Dogs and People

Catacombs.

An unknown little corner.

Ruger smoothed out a piece of insect shell and a small piece of animal skin, placed them in a dry place on the cave wall, and then arranged the thin rope made from vines.

After many days of hard work, he finally had his first piece of clothing. As long as he put them together, he could get rid of this naked situation.

Although, that's probably only enough to make a pair of shorts.

You should know that this is not just for aesthetics, it is also of great help in hunting.

Just by imagining being able to run freely in all kinds of harsh environments in shorts, he felt an inexplicable warmth of happiness in his heart.

He had never thought that he would be so easily satisfied.

I might even be moved to tears by a pair of shorts.

He composed himself and took out his sleep book, which he actually preferred to call the Black Book.

He had been suffering from severe insomnia recently and happened to pick up this black book. Every time he opened it and read two pages carefully, he would feel dizzy. After repeating this several times, he would be able to have a good sleep.

He hasn't even turned to page three yet.

This is not because it is effective. Sometimes I have to read it seven or eight times before I fall asleep, and recently I have to read it more than ten times.

He didn't open the third page because the book seemed to be glued shut. It was a thick book, but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried. Of course, this didn't really affect him much, after all, he couldn't understand the words and pictures on it.

He scratched the hair behind his ears, caught a naughty little insect, and threw it into his mouth.

"I've been itching a lot lately, and I knew I was going to get worms..." he muttered softly.

He felt that he was already a qualified dog-headed man because he could shed hair and get infested with insects.

The little episode interrupted his reading.

He changed into a comfortable position, swept away the two prickly pebbles under his body with his hands, and concentrated his mind again.

There was only one pattern on the second page of the book, which took up the entire page. After staring at it for a while, the pattern seemed to come alive and twisted slightly in front of him.

I don’t know how many times I watched it this time, I’ve forgotten to count, and the dizzy feeling finally reached a peak.

He closed the book, stopped resisting, and put his hands under his head.

This thick book makes a wonderful pillow.

In an instant, short and long snoring sounds were heard one after another, echoing in this empty cave where few people come.

He had a dream.

He came to a restaurant that looked familiar.

The delicious food on the menu made him drool uncontrollably, and his eyes were almost not enough to keep him busy, scanning up and down, left and right.

"Serve the food, serve the food! Serve the food quickly!" he shouted while sitting at the dining table.

From simple urging, it gradually turned into a furious roar.

It was as if all the anger in the world was boiling in his stomach.

His face also began to change, first his skin became slightly wrinkled, then his brown hair became sparse, his mouth gradually protruded, and his body shrank.

All dog-headed people are born like this, what's so strange about it, he thought.

The simple and old shop table had unknowingly turned into a solemn and heavy maroon table. The long table inlaid with various graceful curved patterns was being pounded by him with his fists, making clanging sounds.

The meal finally appeared on the table.

Two plates on the left and right.

There were two plates in front of him, but he couldn't see what was on them clearly. He lowered his head and stretched his neck to get closer, trying to stare as wide as possible with his dog eyes.

On the left plate was a black book, and on the right plate was a pair of shorts made of insect shells and large and small pieces of leather.

He woke with a start.

Gasping for breath, he sat up and looked around blankly, then raised an eyebrow and leaned back, lying heavily.

Gurgle! His stomach started to growl at the right moment, as if it was worried that he would be lonely.

He thought he probably didn't sleep for long this time.

He rested his head on his arms and squinted at the materials that were barely placed in the depressions of the cave wall. It seemed as if they were on display, like a row of dazzling medals.

In the early days of his insomnia, every time he forced himself to fall asleep and woke up, he would always forget that he was a dog-headed man.

Sometimes I get stuck in weird thoughts.

For example, if he becomes a dog-headed man, is he still himself?

Is he really living in this strange world now? Is this just a very long dream?

Later, until his stomach growled with hunger, he nodded firmly. He was still himself.

He looked at the things on the cave wall and decided to postpone his plan and get a piece of insect shell or animal skin to make the thing more perfect. As long as the material is good enough, it can be regarded as making a piece of armor.

Gollum-

He rubbed his stomach, stood up and picked up a long stick with animal teeth on the top.

He took a few winding steps with his short legs and left the secret nest.

As he walked, he adjusted the grass skirt around his waist that was about to fall apart. This old friend wanted to stay with him for a while longer.

He lamented that he always wanted to accomplish everything in one go.

Actually, that is very tiring.

The dog-headed people don't have clocks, and usually use strange things like their stomachs to calculate time.

For example, after being hungry three times, they would gather together and go out hunting together.

In this area, Gnolls are at the hunter level most of the time, provided they are not alone. The transition between hunter and prey is often extremely smooth. A lone Gnoll is at best just a piece of smelly meat that can walk and shed hair.

Ruger looked at his small arm holding the long stick. Even among the short race of the Gnolls, he was the thinnest, like a malnourished child.

After participating in two tribe hunts, he never went again. Skinny kobolds like him were considered useless in the tribe and were often used as bait during hunts.

There are generally two situations in which bait is used by the tribe during hunting. One is to trap prey, and the other is for emergencies. For example, if an unexpected underground beast breaks in during the hunt, a bait is needed to lure away the unexpected factor in order to ensure the success of the hunt.

If the bait can be kept alive, theoretically it will get a larger share of the hunting results after the hunt is over.

But that's just theory.

Kobolds are not kind and friendly creatures.

Sometimes, the kobolds will even cheer for the death of the bait, because that means they will have less food to share, and kobolds will never hesitate to use their fists against their weaker compatriots.

So he stayed away from them from then on, and solved the food problem on his own.

Being thin has its own way of living.

Fortunately, life has improved a lot recently.

He quietly approached an exit where few kobolds usually moved.

This area where the dog-headed men are entrenched is full of caves and pits, and the passages inside the caves are crisscrossed and of astonishing scale. Otherwise, he would not be able to have a quiet little nest.

The so-called hunting trips of the Kobolds were simply a journey from this small cavernous area they inhabited to a larger, more expansive underground space. That was the Kobolds' hunting territory, vast as a small world within a cavern, with tall, spindle-shaped mushrooms towering in the distance like giant trees.

Of course, Ruger didn't dare to go there, because that was a place where the tribe would go hunting.

Luger sneaked out like a thief, holding a stick.

In fact, he didn't even know how many exits there were here, and he was sure that the other gnolls didn't know either.

Those guys' brains seem to be broken. They are more like animals than humans. They can't even form a long sentence, and it's difficult for them to simply describe or understand something.

If there is one thing that is most like a human being, it is holding grudges.

He walked a distance away, looked back, and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see the three disgusting figures.

Feeling the mud under his feet, his short legs struggled along the way, trying not to make any noise.

He only dared to make a living around here.

Every time he heard various noises of varying sizes from every direction, he would get so nervous that the hair on the back of his neck would fall out. Then he would have to make a decision whether to stay quiet and wait for a while, or get away as soon as possible.

Ruger also has to thank these dog eyes.

The dog-headed man's eyes could barely see in the dark, which prevented him from being completely blind.

He walked carefully all the way to a small ravine.

This is his secret granary.

He casually picked up a withered leaf at his feet, walked to the gully, cut his palm with the fangs on the top of the stick, and gently wiped it on the leaf.

Then he found a shallow pit and placed the leaf in a suitable position based on past experience, preferably in the middle of two close shallow pits, and then began to wait patiently.

In this strange shallow pit, there will be one to three white larvae as thick as arms. They are white, plump and extremely delicious. The meat of the worms is thick and difficult to swallow when eaten raw, but if you roll it in a hot spring, it will have a chewy texture.

Unfortunately, the fat worm could not provide him with the materials for production.

As far as he knew, these fat white larvae had now appeared in various places in the hunting areas of the dog-headed people. Many dog-headed people secretly caught the insects and no longer participated in group hunting.

The fat worms are gradually changing the hunting habits of the dog-headed people.

The biggest reason why it is the preferred food is that there is no danger of hunting, and no one has ever seen the adult insects that give birth to them.

All that was left on the ground were shallow pits that were not worthy of being called insect nests.

He clutched the long stick, lay on the ground, and stared at the shallow pit.

The difficulty in catching this fat worm is that you can't be impatient and you must lure the worm out of the hole.

The shallow pit insect nest was filled with a white substance. When the flesh worm was frightened, it would spit wildly. Its saliva could quickly merge with the white substance into a large lump, which soon became extremely tough. Even with his small arms and legs, it would be difficult to break it open even if he was exhausted.

He put the making of clothes on hold because he was thinking about this kind of thing. This is simply a natural armor material, highly plastic and hard. The only difficult problem is the smell.

When this thing is smeared with insect saliva, it will have a strange fragrance that lasts for a long time. After smelling it, it will make people's appetite inexplicably increase. Not to mention that you can't stand it, wearing it on your body may also attract wandering underground beasts.

After a long wait.

It is a wonderful harvest moment.

He carried the long stick happily, feeling his steps were so light.

There were two fat worms on the stick.

Eat sparingly and it will last for a long time.

Although this place is not far from the Gnoll caves, it is not even close to the Gnoll hunting area.

But he never stayed here for long.

In his memory, there was no ravine here a while ago, so there was no question of going down to catch insects. He was a little resistant to this place from the bottom of his heart, so he tried hard to be a qualified cowardly coward.

Luger was careful along the way and successfully returned to his safe nest.

Although this place doesn't really give him much sense of security.

On the way into the cave group, he guessed in his heart that many of the dog-headed people in the tribe might have gone out, so the journey was very smooth and he didn't encounter any annoying guys.

Perhaps it was because the bugs were too easy to catch, so no one wanted to hang around in the cave, and no one wanted to sit back and wait for prey to come and rob them on the road.

He first untied the rope on his chest and took off the sleeping guide book on his back.

A sturdy, flat, thick book that is not afraid of water. What else could it be? Of course, it could be a piece of fine tableware.

He was so hungry, tired and hungry that he decided to eat something raw for this meal and consider the taste for the next meal.

Divide it with joy and eat it with joy.

He hummed a tune merrily, as though he were not a kobold sitting in a hole with a book for a plate.

And he was enjoying the benefits of being a dog-headed man, a qualified dog-headed man. He automatically ignored the stickiness and sourness of the insect meat. After taking a bite, he felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach.

(End of this chapter)