Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 24 The Dog and the Wizard
Crack, crack—

Aisijin and Dashaheng were chewing ice cubes with a look of curiosity on their faces.

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

Ruger looked at Old Gold Teeth, who was still struggling to survive, but seemed to have a long way to go.

The kobold who had fought the giant snake lay weakly on the side, his eyes rolled back. He was slightly taller than Dashaheng, but his shoulders weren't as broad. However, judging by his ability to confront the giant snake head-on, he was far more powerful than Dashaheng.

"Woo! It's different, similar but also a little different..."

Old Jin Ya also looked at it carefully with a curious look on his face.

Ruger stepped forward and felt it carefully. This big guy had very thick hair, with only a small amount of red scales on his elbows and other parts. This was the biggest difference between him and the dragon-born gnolls that Old Gold Teeth had seen.

Ruger grabbed a handful of shaved ice from the side and threw it at the red-scaled dog-headed man's face.

Dashaheng, who was standing by, just smacked his lips twice as if he hadn't eaten enough, but he didn't dare to say a word.

The red-scaled dog-headed man was stimulated by the ice chips and gradually showed signs of waking up.

There was a sudden commotion from the dog-headed group of people gathered in the distance. Ruge and the others just turned their heads and took a look, then ignored it.

The dog-headed man on the ground slowly began to wake up.

This guy seemed to be quite ferocious. As soon as he woke up, he bared his teeth in protest and tried to get up. Unfortunately, he was kicked down by Ruger. His weakness was beyond words. In Ruger's view, these were all manifestations of fear in a weak state, and the uneasiness of suddenly arriving in an unfamiliar environment. Strong people tend to be more afraid when they lose their strength and become weak.

"Red Horn?"

He smiled at the dog-headed man lying on the ground.

Being kicked down by such an unusually short dog-headed man seemed difficult for the big guy to accept, and the dog-headed man was almost in a state of rage.

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

He knew the habits of the gnolls too well. No matter how you reason with them, it is better to let them know how powerful you are.

Therefore, without giving the other party time to respond, blue and white beams of light were already flashing at his fingertips. The dog-headed man on the ground subconsciously dodged, twisted and rolled half a circle, just in time to receive a freezing ray with his back.

"Your hair is really thick! It's really nice hair. You must eat very well..."

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

In fact, he could use this spell without pointing his finger, and with the corresponding actions and words, one was to take the time to quietly recover the consumed mental energy, and the other was to bring a sense of oppression. The slowly raised hand would make the other party remember it for a long time.

Zero-ring spell: hair removal!
The warriors from the Red Horn Tribe, whose anger had just risen to their heads, were interrupted by this change.

The spell worked surprisingly well. It wasn't just a piece of hair, nor was it just a random location pointed at by raising the hand. Instead, a whole bald dog was born in an instant.

Old Gold Teeth and Ai Sijin both looked at Ruger in horror, while Dashaheng, who was originally sitting and watching the fun, subconsciously began to move back.

Swish! Another freeze ray!
"Ow!"

The kobold let out a cry of surprise.

Every shrill scream seemed to pierce the hearts of the three dog-headed men nearby.

After a few sounds, he finally stopped, not only because he was afraid of freezing to death this guy who looked like a dragon-born dog-headed man, but also to save some mental strength to deal with changes.

"We are all dog-headed people, we are all one family. I just want to chat with you..."

He took a step and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking straight at the dog-headed man lying on the ground.

But the dog-headed man didn't dare to look him in the eye. Once a dog-headed man was defeated by his own people, he would immediately admit defeat. This was a good point, as it also ensured that the dog-headed man tribe could have a basic order to survive in this harsh environment.

"Red Horn Tribe? There are many kobolds like you?" he asked. The bald kobold nodded vigorously.

"It was the king. The king gave us strength. We went everywhere to find many of our tribesmen and brought them back one tribe at a time. I couldn't rob them. I walked a long way..."

The bald dog-headed man's voice became softer and softer as he spoke. He was already weak and had begun to tremble. There were clumps of ice crystals covering large areas of his shoulders and back.

Ruger gave a look and Dashaheng immediately stepped forward, piled the pile of fur on the other party, and then began to break the ice cover with his fists. Dashaheng even secretly stuffed a piece of ice into his mouth, but it didn't seem to taste good.

"Your king is a dragonborn kobold?" he said.

The bald dog-headed man nodded, then shook his head.

"The king failed. He wasn't yet a king then. He was very thin, but he was just starting to become very smart. The king said he had awakened distant inherited memories, and his mind was filled with more and more things. He said that the kobolds had no masters, that they once had their own civilization, and that they once had their own empire, which was very large..."

The bald dog-headed man continued talking.

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

"Then one day, the king suddenly grew taller, and red curved horns grew on his head. The king killed the tribe's Holy Lord. The king said it was just a sub-dragon beast, not a true dragon, so the tribe's dog-headed people always failed. The king led us a long way to a pool filled with red water. It was very hot, and he told us to drink it. We became smarter and stronger. We cheered and ate the dead Holy Lord. The king's order..."

The bald dog-headed man said this, looking at the three of them with burning eyes, and glanced at Old Gold Tooth who was also lying there.

Ruger reacted instantly. It seemed that this guy had really become smarter. He suddenly became so cooperative. It turned out that he was showing off his strength and the king's ideas, helping the king to brag and persuade them to join the Red Horn Tribe.

It was obvious that these three gnolls, who were obviously smarter, had been noticed by the warrior from the Red Horn Tribe.

"Where is your king now? And what is the wizard you mentioned?" Ruge found it interesting and couldn't help but laugh.

"The king? The king usually stays in the pool and only comes out when facing a powerful enemy. The king's horns are getting redder and redder. The king said we have a curse. It's a wizard's curse that makes people with little dog heads stupid from birth. He wants to kill the wizard."

Having said that, the bald dog-headed man paused and looked at Ruge and others.

"You are short, but very smart and powerful. The king will definitely like you! The king likes smart kobolds. The king always dislikes us for being stupid..."

The bald dog-headed man has a strong ability to recover. He no longer has the dejected feeling he had when he just woke up. The look in his eyes at this moment can no longer be described as ordinary enthusiasm.

Ruger was considering whether to hit him again, but as soon as he raised his hand, the bald dog-headed man shrank back in fear, and his momentum was gone in an instant.

"You've walked here and felt hungry several times. What does the king usually ask the gnolls in the tribe to do?" he said.

The bald dog-headed man began to think seriously, but in the end it seemed that his thinking failed.

"The king's order requires us to mine more and catch more bugs, find more gnolls, and a larger territory, mine more, catch more bugs, and... and I've forgotten how many times I've been hungry..." When he finished speaking, his eyes unconsciously looked at Ruger's hand.

When the bald dog-headed man saw that he was not scolded, he began to talk about the king's greatness in a halting manner.

Ruger didn't listen carefully, nor did he interrupt.

He was thinking, thinking about how to deal with this strange dog-headed man from the Red Horn Tribe.

"Do you have such a complex place with big and small holes?" he said.

The bald dog-headed man was just turning around to tell Dashaheng about the king's bravery when he was suddenly interrupted by his voice. He was startled and turned around and nodded vigorously.

"Have you ever reached the end?" Luger asked again.

The bald dog-headed man shook his head vigorously.

The noise of the dog-headed people in the distance had just died down for a moment before it grew louder again, with waves of sound rising one after another.

There was a faint voice saying that the great Gray Long-Neck Saint had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)