Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 20 Weeds and Flying Dragons

"You're probably not even as tall as my thigh."

In the misty hot spring cave, the dark gray-skinned female elf would occasionally say something hurtful to the dog-headed man.

But fortunately, she was already dressed, and it was a loose, shapeless robe.

"If you are not a genius, you must be a complete idiot."

The female elf finally made a final judgment on him.

I still like the cool look you had when we first met, he thought.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the other person's back. This guy was finally leaving. Although he had tried to remain calm, the disparity in strength still left him feeling uneasy. After all, he knew his own limitations. He was just a first-level apprentice who hadn't mastered many spells. He was also a self-taught person with almost no knowledge of basic magic techniques. Furthermore, he wasn't a Transformer.

The other party didn't seem to be very angry. He chased after him mainly out of curiosity about a kobold wizard.

The person walked further and further away, but the sound still came.

"Once you're trapped in this low-level bloodline, it's not easy to get out. In my opinion, a dragonborn kobold isn't a good choice either. A pure-blooded dragon is even more boring. Be careful not to end up turning yourself into an alien species. The old-fashioned Alien Dragon Management Council will come knocking on your door and register you... for supervision..."

At the end of the distant passage, the figure of the female elf finally disappeared completely.

Ruger listened to the other party's last few words, but just raised his paw to scratch his head.

It seemed as if the Dragonborn Kobold was certain to succeed, as if he still had a choice. He hadn't been that rich yet, at least for now, he was still a nobody.

He turned back to look into the cave. Were the elves here just to bathe? Could there be treasures beneath the water? Why would a noble elven wizard appear in this desolate place?

A wizard will never do anything worthless. This is a sentence in Kalu's diary.

In addition, people like him who follow a wild path are called wild wizards in Kalu's diary, which sounds very environmentally friendly and has the meaning of thriving growth, just like the weeds that are destined to never become towering trees but can never be eradicated.

He thought as he walked.

He thought about what the half-man and the elf had said, the spell knowledge of the freezing ray, and the settlement of this small tribe of dog-headed people. It seemed that the dog-headed people were no longer the hunters in this place. He suddenly understood why the dog-headed people always liked to find a master who would gather the strength of the entire tribe to support and serve him.

"Brother Luger."

Ai Sijin, who had not been seen for a few days, came up to greet her immediately.

Ruger saw Old Gold Tooth taking a nap in the distance. The bean sprout-like light threads on the old dog-headed man's body had grown about an inch longer. This was the result of not continuing to eat the luminous objects.

"These are for you. I'm very strong now, don't worry." He exerted his Bull Strength and patted the Kobold girl's shoulder. Although the height difference made his movements look a little funny, he continued, "I'm going to be traveling far away soon, and I'll help you catch some underground beasts for you and Old Gold Fang."

Ai Sijin happily accepted the cooked worms and took a big bite of them before turning around to put them away.

"Brother Ruge, did you find the fruit?" Aisijin was happy that he had become stronger.

"No, but it's better than Dashaheng's fruit, and it could be even more powerful. It's a pity I can't give it to you," he said. "I don't want it. I'm very powerful. I wanted to find it for you, but Dashaheng is too stupid. He said his nose can't remember the smell anymore. He and I went out to look for it several times but couldn't find it..." Ai Sijin said angrily, "But it won't be needed soon. There's a big, injured, strange kobold who claims to be an envoy of the Red Horn Tribe. He ate a lot of fleshworms from the tribe, but still died. He said the great Red Horn Tribe is expanding and is willing to protect all kobold tribes. There are also mines to be mined."

"Humph! They're catching miners, those cunning dragonborn kobolds! They must have a lot of these bugs over there, and with so much food they can't eat it all, they want to expand their territory. Maybe they'll even go to war with those pointy-eared elves. I can't be wrong. I, Old Gold Fang, see through everything..."

Old Jin Ya woke up at some point and spoke loudly and angrily.

Small tribes like them are the losing party in the fight for mines, and then they are exploited, forced to mine and offer food, etc., which will continue for a while, but the ogres are too fertile. When the expanded territory can no longer accommodate those ogres who are not from their own tribe, the exploited party that has lost everything will be completely expelled.

And now, they can't wait for their tribe to spend time accumulating strength. Obviously, they have something urgent to do, so what Old Gold Teeth said is very likely to be true.

Would the Red Horn Tribe have dragons? Would they be pure-blooded dragons? And would a powerful dragon enslave several large tribes to gather treasure for it?
"I must warn you, young man. Even if you travel as far as you can and find the most powerful tribe, you won't find any real dragons. The presence of dragonborn kobolds doesn't mean there are truly noble dragons in the tribe."

Old Gold Tooth seemed to be afraid that Ruger, the young gnoll with a lot of ideas in his head, would do something stupid, so he repeatedly warned him that the success rate of that tribe converting dragonborn gnolls would be very low, and that impulsively risking his life would be a waste of an opportunity.

In fact, people like Lao Jin Ya and Da Sha Heng did not miss the opportunity at all. As long as they could bathe in the blood of a real dragon, they would most likely get what they wanted.

Unfortunately, the kobolds are tiny beings that serve the dragons, and bathing in dragon blood is simply contrary to their very existence.

Ruger told Ai Sijin the location of his new home and agreed on a secret code so that she could leave a mark on the wall when he was not around.

"I didn't expect you to be so devoted..."

Ruger had just sat down in his new home, which was open on three sides, when he heard this unexpected sound.

The beautiful female elf slowly walked out from the shadows.

"I thought before that maybe your instructor had you transformed for the sake of an experiment, but seeing how you looked just now, I've rejected that idea."

"You might really be a genius, trying a path no one else has walked. Is that ugly but clever little dog-headed man your friend in the tribe? And that old dog-headed man who's about to turn to light and die, you actually made friends with the dog-headed men in this small tribe!"

Her dark gray face was shining with charming luster because of excitement, like silky satin.

The elf leaned in and looked at Ruger, his eyes shining with excitement. Seeing that he was silent for a moment, he continued.

"I read in a book about a method ancient bloodline wizards used to combat bloodline rejection. It was a concept! Like a thief! Gaining the approval of the source of the bloodline. The goal, in the subsequent concept, was not only to reduce the restlessness in the bloodline, but even to steal the inheritance. It wasn't a passive inheritance through bloodline purification, but rather like prying open a treasure chest, opening a treasure trove. The book was all conception, but you are taking action. And I'm sure you haven't read that book, because it's a single copy..."

The female elf became more and more excited as she spoke.

At first, Ruger was just shocked by her sudden appearance, then speechless, and now he dared not speak.

"Of course, this concept only applies to those with bloodline inheritance. Otherwise, there's no way to gain recognition from the source. Fortunately, those with bloodline inheritance are all powerful creatures, such as demons and dragons. They are born with unique True Names, as if recognized by the world. When they reach a certain level, they gain unique talents and various spell-like abilities from that unpredictable river. It's said that every wizard's Mystical Mark is a byproduct of the scraps of information that great wizards used to research the True Names of demons."

The female elf sat aside and looked at him.

"And you, if it's not like this, what are you doing? I see confusion in your eyes."

(End of this chapter)