Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 27 Soul and Journey

The scarlet-backed lizardmen are stronger and seem to have worse tempers than the green-backed guys.

In the past, lizardmen would bark when they met, and you could catch fleeting expressions and emotional shifts, as well as subtle movements, like a slight tilt of the head and a quick glance at a nearby comrade when launching an attack. Now, these scarlet-backed creatures roared and charged at each other, each one looking as if their eyes were about to pop out. Dozens of lizardmen, holding short spears, didn't show a single unnecessary expression or movement.

"I just wanted to get a pair of boots, and you're causing me trouble again." He was not afraid of these little lizards that were three or four heads taller than him.

Watching the lizardmen falling and struggling one by one in different postures made him feel that these guys were more lively than before.

This area had always been a hunting ground for the Kobolds, but with the deaths of their leaders in several battles, the Kobolds' performance gradually weakened, and the Lizardmen began to appear here sporadically. Now, they seemed determined to completely occupy the area and even invade its kennel.

You have to know that the Lizardmen already have a huge hunting area that is no less than this one. If they occupy another one, their development will be unstoppable. The inexplicable appearance of the fleshworms is also greatly increasing the value of each territory.

Ruger carried a long stick, and there were two carefully selected short spears in his storage bag.

Unconsciously, he found himself heading towards a tall dense forest. These dense forest areas were composed of unknown plants that were not really trees. Usually, the Gnolls and Lizardmen would not approach them, so their so-called fight for territory was a rather pathetic act. After all, there were many places in their own territory that they dared not step into. They were not powerful overlords of a corner, but were more like struggling to survive in the cracks of the underground cave environment.

He immediately changed direction and decided to go around here.

Along the way, although we were cautious, we no longer felt the nervousness we had just experienced when we left the small cave area.

Look at this environment, the crises that are everywhere, whether audible or silent, isn't this a kind of dark spring outing, except that the tourists have to hold sticks and possess magic spells, and being cautious is a puzzle game often played during spring outings. The splattered blood is the spring breeze blowing on the face, and there is also a hint of warmth in the coldness.

It's a pity that he has no intention of becoming a kobold poet.

In this situation, while he was marveling at the wonderful environment, he was also thinking about how to use the spells he had already mastered to cooperate with each other, solve some possible troubles, and decide what spell to learn next.

You can think about the choice of spells again. After all, this journey is for this purpose. Maybe you will gain some new spells.

He carried the stick and walked until his legs were sore. He didn't waste time on things that he could ignore and kept concentrating on getting on his way.

The dog-headed man had good endurance, and he had spells to help him, so when he felt his legs sore, he realized that he had really walked quite a distance.

But he just slowed down and didn't stop immediately.

He was looking for a patch of ground solid enough to rest on.

It can prevent some dangers from beneath the ground.

He saw in Kalu's diary a spell that could turn mud into stone, and he thought that he must learn it if he had the chance, as it could have many uses. Unfortunately, as a puppy-headed man, it was not easy for him to get such an opportunity.

In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

He opened his eyes several times because of a little noise, and every time he did so, he desperately wanted to have a companion magical pet.

The Black Book contained a method for contracting a magical pet that complemented the Magic Scar Meditation Technique, but he had never used it. Partly because he feared the rumored fatal flaw of someone using the pet to harm their owner, and partly because he hadn't found a suitable target. He had hoped for the little creature in the breeding bag, but it never emerged from its shell, preferring to sleep soundly within its shell.

I don’t know whether it is noon, morning or evening.

He opened his eyes again, did a brief meditation, and then continued on his journey carrying his stick.

Keep moving forward towards your goal.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the distance, followed by the sound of sparse heavy objects rubbing against the ground.

He pushed off with his feet and jumped into a shallow pit nearby and lay down.

After waiting for a while, he looked up quietly and saw an old friend.

The giant body of the Gray Long-Neck Saint Lord slithered left and right, rapidly crawling away, knocking over countless objects, both familiar and unfamiliar to Ruger, as if carving a path.

Luger was still lying on the ground without moving.

Just wait quietly.

Sure enough, not long after the Gray Long-Neck Saint left, a figure running at high speed chased after him.

This time he waited for a long time before getting up.

"Isn't it another kobold?"

He thought to himself and immediately ran away from here with his stick.

If you think about it carefully, the figure that hurried past doesn't look like a dog-headed man, not even the bald-toothed kind. It looks more like a human, a tall and strong human.

He didn't think about it anymore, but just hoped that he would not deviate from the route due to various unexpected situations and eventually get lost.

Maybe it was because his good expectations were met, or maybe it was because Ruger, as a dog-headed man, had a strong sense of direction.

After a period of sleepless travel.

He looked up in surprise, and the entrance to the target cave area was faintly visible in the distance.

Maybe the Lizardmen have a hand in this.

He looked at the dozens of lizardmen lying at his feet. Among them were scarlet-backed lizardmen and old friends, green-backed lizardmen. He didn't know how many groups he had encountered, and the numbers varied. When there were more, they posed a threat to him.

We were on a fast track, and these little lizards delayed us quite a bit, but it was a blessing in disguise.

If it weren't for the lizards, he would have been off course.

It also stopped the lizards' offensive momentum.

These lizardmen seemed to be traveling in batches to gather somewhere, but unfortunately he didn't know the lizardmen language and couldn't ask anything.

The entrance to the cave seemed to be in sight, but he persevered and continued walking for a long time.

After his last experience, he had placed his hopes of resting in this small cave area. Resting in the open area would make him realize once again the insignificance of the kobolds. Perhaps it was the instinct of the herd creatures at work, but he also believed that it was his own weakness.

Fortunately, it was just a short diagonal crossing. If I had gone through it completely, it would probably take several times longer to reach the end.

Looking at that huge cave world, it seems that the entrance to this small cave area is not very big.

When he actually stepped in, he found that the diameter of the passage here was more than three times that of the one on the dog-headed man's side.

After walking for a while, he wanted to find a place to rest.

There was a dripping sound in the distance, accompanied by an oppressive and chilling feeling, which had been lingering around him since he entered here.

He stopped and did not go in. He found a corner and sat down to rest.

The existence of the smelly skin was his confidence and his greatest support in trying to fall asleep alone outside several times.

As his body relaxed, the fatigue accumulated over the days surged out like a tide, seeping into every inch of his flesh and blood, drowning him. His eyelids struggled to hold on under the influx of the tide, and finally fell uncontrollably. The sound of even breathing came as expected, accompanied by a deep dream.

(End of this chapter)