Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 10 The Dog and the Uninvited Guests

The big cave belonging to the Holy Lord is the largest cave in the area occupied by the dog-headed people. The Holy Lords of all generations would be welcomed into the cave by the dog-headed people. Inside is a natural cave. Any place involving the Holy Lord is a holy place in the hearts of the dog-headed people, and it is also a forbidden place.

Dashaheng stood at the entrance of the cave, staring blankly at the dog-headed girl in front of him.

This was a rare sight. He had always stood here alone, standing when he was daydreaming, and sometimes even sleeping. He had gotten used to it and never felt lonely. On the contrary, he didn't have to run around like before, and didn't have to do complicated things that he didn't understand. This made him very happy, and he no longer had to suffer from hunger pains.

Ever since he stood here, his tribesmen would serve him large portions of delicious food every time his stomach growled twice.

But in his impression, there seemed to be nothing that was not delicious.

He looked to the side of the dog-headed girl, then looked behind her, and then looked at her hands, but did not see any food.

This made him very puzzled.

He scratched the other side of his forearm with his broad palm. The wound was healing rapidly with almost no bleeding. Ever since he ate the sour fruit given by the Holy Lord, the wounds on his body would heal quickly.

It was not until then that he realized that the dog-headed girl in front of him had just scratched him with a knife made of animal bones.

In his eyes, the other party was a very good-looking dog-headed man, especially with those sticky hairs and broad arms. He was probably the strongest dog-headed man of the opposite sex in the tribe.

"Big Hem, give me some of your blood. I can catch you some worms to eat. Just a little will do. You have a lot of blood."

Aisijin looked at Dashaheng anxiously.

If it was the previous Dashaheng, she could still handle it. Although the current Dashaheng is still stupid, he is really too tall.

This time she did not join the tribe hunting led by the Black Claw Master, but came here to get some blood from Dashaheng. She once accidentally witnessed a dying fleshworm that was used as food sucking the blood of Dashaheng, and saw with her own eyes that the broken insect legs grew out quickly.

And her previous attempt also partially confirmed this speculation.

She wanted to use Dashaheng's blood to save an old dog-headed man, an old dog-headed man she had deliberately kept hidden from Ruger and never mentioned.

In fact, she wasn't the only kobold she could communicate with in the tribe; the old kobold called Old Gold Teeth was another one. She had never dared to speak out, fearing she would no longer be special, and that Old Gold Teeth would snatch Ruger away.

Rumble!
A black shadow rushed out from the tall passage specially opened for the holy land cave, stepping on the ground and the cave wall, like a swift black strange wind.

In an instant, Aisijin was knocked flying and hit the distant cave wall hard.

The black shadow continued to charge forward, knocking Dashaheng down directly, holding him down with its broken black claws, and biting Dashaheng's shoulder with its exaggeratedly large mouth, almost clamping half of his body in its mouth, followed by a gurgling sucking sound.

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Luger carried the stick and walked and stopped along the route he remembered.

He no longer wore a loose grass skirt, but a pair of shorts made of insect shells and animal hides. Having prepared everything long ago and imagined countless times, putting them on was naturally simple and smooth. The softest side of the hide faced inward, and the corners of the insect shells were drilled with animal teeth and secured with ropes to the outside of the hide, effectively preventing friction when running.

He thought that he seemed to have gained some weight recently.

He had only been in this direction a few times when he first joined the tribe's hunting.

I have only been to the Holy Lord's cave once.

If you want to feel the strength of the spell, the strongest Dashaheng is a better choice. Maybe you can also tease Aisijin.

If the Stinking Skin spell was not a problem and he could really maintain the spell, then he could consider using the materials from the hive to reinforce his armor, turning it from shorts into half-body armor.

The big cave prepared by the tribe for the master was originally like a holy place or a forbidden area. No dog-headed people would wander around nearby. However, this Black Claw master still chose a guard and gave him a magical fruit to make the guard stronger. It was obvious that he didn't like being disturbed, and maybe he was a guy who liked to sleep.

Ruger really wanted to see what the magical fruit would turn Dashaheng into.

If the Black Claw Master was not around, he wouldn't mind using magic to gently knock Dashaheng down, then take a walk into the cave to see if the Black Claw Master had any more in stock.

In fact, the best case scenario is that the Black Claw Saint goes out hunting and leaves Dashaheng there alone.

One intersection after another.

His steps were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. After walking for a long time, he began to doubt himself.

The further I walked, the more I felt that I might have lost my way.

It is really embarrassing for a wizard apprentice to get lost.

He momentarily thought of the wizard's apprentice's familiar.

It is said that magical pets have the ability to remember directions. Originally, people would choose a companion magical pet as soon as they became wizard apprentices, but with the changes of the times, very few wizards other than Beastmaster wizards would contract magical pets.

The cause was the rise of the Beastmaster Wizard path. In the early days, someone developed a targeted spell that could harm the owner of the other party's magical pet from a long distance, as long as the other party's magical pet was caught, and even directly kill the wizard on the other side of the contract.

The Beastmaster Wizard naturally found a way to restrain and dissolve this spell, but wizards on other paths would not go to great lengths to do so, or even waste a spell slot. At the same time, they also did not want to leave themselves with a fatal loophole. Over time, no ordinary wizard would touch a companion magical pet.

He felt that he could contract a companion magical pet that was invisible to others or difficult to catch.

Suddenly, he smelled a strange smell.

It seems to be a dog-headed man.

And there was more than one, and they just passed by here not long ago.

He suddenly felt confident. He passed a few forks in the road and was still trying to figure out the direction when he saw a few dog-headed men taller than him running out in the distance. He was so excited that he strode towards them. At the same time, the dog-headed men saw him and ran towards him, shouting.

There was more noise coming from the corridor.

As the distance between them grew closer, he noticed the other person's shabby clothes and the ugly, low-quality iron tools in his hands.

He was moved and reacted immediately.

These are gnolls, but they are definitely not the gnolls that should appear here. These guys are not the poor guys in their tribe at all.

At the same time, the spiritual light felt the strong malice towards him from these dog-headed men.

Another source of mixed smell appeared, and a group of lizardmen holding short spears suddenly rushed out from the side.

It seems that the two sides had been fighting before.

The Lizardmen had an absolute numerical advantage. Although the Gnolls were very strong and had handy iron tools, half of them were killed or injured in the blink of an eye.

He judged that this group of lizardmen were the old neighbors who had been crossing the border recently.

The ogres came from far away and were a powerful tribe. At least they had mines to mine.

Two groups of uninvited guests actually started fighting in his house.

This is not a good sign.

He was already lost and was a little annoyed for a moment.

But soon he started laughing.

The foul-smelling skin spell seemed to be agitated by his mood, emitting black and gray ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.

He kept walking, but for the first time in his life he stopped maintaining his smelly skin.

Following the guidance of his spirit, he had a premonition that if he did not do so, he would lose the opportunity to experiment with the power of the wild bull.

A thought came to mind.

For the first time in my life, I touched the spell in the temporary spell slot. When the spell was cast successfully, the stored spell disappeared. It felt like the reserved spell was swallowed by the magic mark.

The Bull Power spell effect is enhanced.

He felt endless strength surging through his body.

He walked faster and faster, covering the distance that used to take three or five steps in one step.

These guys, whether they are lizardmen or dog-headed men, are evildoers full of malice and bring disaster to this place.

He swung his arm and swung the long stick in his hand fiercely.

First there were two dog-headed men, and then they met a pair of dog-headed men and lizardmen entangled with each other. They flew out like pairs of rag dolls without any ability to resist.

He couldn't stop laughing for a while, and wherever he went, there was chaos.

In an instant, both sides were thrown into chaos by him.

These strange-looking intelligent races generally would never cross the line unless they were too full or had a broken brain.

Perhaps, a little necessary deterrence is needed.

He decided not to let any of them go and to pile their bodies at the largest and most spacious intersection here. Since they liked to come here, he would use it as a signpost to prevent them from getting lost.

After sending two more lizardmen flying, he suddenly felt a little bored and stopped moving. His skin, which had just returned to its original color, turned dark purple again.

The expected screams did not come.

The few surviving dog-headed men and the lizardmen who didn't have time to escape fell down one after another without a sound. The horrible black air crawled all over their cheeks. Their eyes were wide open and they lay on the ground twitching constantly.

He really wanted to ask them whether it smelled bad or not, but it was obviously unnecessary.

He began to wander around, observing the lizardmen on the ground, and would stop the spell from time to time to observe their changes.

In the end, he was merciful and didn't let them twitch for long. He picked up a sharp spear and ended everything.

The only regret was that they were standing too close and fell too quickly, so they failed to measure the range of the spell's impact.

"With so many corpses, I wonder if they will attract something?"

He thought wildly, piled dozens of corpses together, turned around and left.

Although he was lost, the wizard apprentice's brain allowed him to return to the original route and then re-select the route at the starting point. He judged that if he walked three more times at most, he would definitely see the big hole.

But he was still thinking about entering the Holy Lord's cave to pick up fruit.

Even if he didn't eat the fruit himself, he could give it to Aisijin to keep the strong kobold girl safer. This place might be bustling from now on.

(End of this chapter)