Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 47: Huge and Small

Ruger decided to rest in this space for the first time and try to have a relaxing sleep. This was what he had just thought of. This place was clearly called the Abyss Bedroom, but he had never slept or rested in it. Wouldn't that be too strange? He had to make up for it and make up for this record.

He approached the space wall curiously, took out his short spear and touched it lightly. The space wall, which was changing disorderly between black, gray and white, caused colorful ripples to appear due to the touch.

As for using magic to attack the space wall, he wanted to try it in his heart, and knew that he would not be able to break it, but in the end he did not do it.

He meditated and rested peacefully, and slept until dawn without even knowing it.

The first time I tried sleeping in this space, it ended perfectly.

Opening the space door, he still found himself in a large, three-way bedroom. The entrance and exit points remained unchanged, as if they were temporary anchor points placed before the door opened. This was both a good and a bad thing. For example, if he wanted to use this to avoid an enemy, he would have to wait for them to leave on their own, and he couldn't see what was happening outside from inside.

Ruger packed up simply and left the settlement slowly without notifying Aisijin.

We hurried all the way and arrived at the valley again.

This time he didn't need to dig a large area of ​​soil. He found the right position, stood on it, and simply protected his head and face with his hands. He quickly collected the soil and rocks under his feet and descended in a straight line at a high speed. He planned to dig forward when he reached the underground cave entrance. He no longer needed to worry about whether the collapse behind him would block the passage.

Seeing the huge beast again is still shocking.

Ruger stood there motionless, waiting until the next startling breathing sound was heard, and then he began to walk safely in the cave.

On the way here, he had replenished some fleshworms. Combined with the remaining ones in the Abyss Bedroom, even if the dragon beast woke up and trapped him in the Abyss Bedroom, it would be enough for him to survive for a few days, or even wait until the beast fell asleep again or left. He was not too worried about this, because once such a big beast woke up, it would most likely go out hunting, and it would be a large-scale hunt that would last for a long time.

He tried it while on his way. The combination of light body skills and the strength of a wild bull was a pretty good combination, but it was a little difficult to control at the beginning. Once he got used to it, it was a whole new world.

At this time, he cast these two spells on himself again, and also added a spiritual boiling, and began to walk around the outer circle in the cave, as if he was strolling in his own small garden.

He had an idea and took out his robe and put it on neatly, and put the hood on his head securely.

After walking around, I didn't rush to take action. Even a mosquito should learn to find a good opportunity, or at least know where it can bite.

He came to the opponent's tail, opened a space door, and then bravely reached out to touch the tip of the opponent's tail. Although it was the end of the tail, the tip of the tail was actually bigger than him, a small dog-headed man.

The moment his palm touched it, he felt an uncontrollable jump in his heart, and the few newly grown hairs on his back stood up, but he quickly concentrated and began to carefully feel the touch from his hand. What he was most worried about was that the mosquito could not get into his mouth. All things are difficult at the beginning, and it is indeed normal to end at the beginning.

He slowly withdrew his hand and decided to give up here.

He learned the art of lightness just for this moment. He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and leaped, landing in the middle of the monster dragon's tail.

Since you can't break its old skin normally, try to find the old wounds on its body.

Since it has no wings, let's take a look at its back.

Luger's previous thought of mosquitoes was just self-mockery, but now as he was walking on the back of the strange dragon, he really felt like a small insect. However, as time went by, the big guy showed no signs of waking up, and he was no longer as nervous as he was at the beginning.

He stepped on the layers of scales, feeling like he was stepping onto a large man-made landscape structure. As he approached the dragon's back, the dark scales grew larger and larger. The dog-headed man had to put away his ill-fitting boots to prevent himself from slipping. He didn't want to be the first dog-headed man to fall on the dragon's back because of wearing shoes.

No!

There really isn't one?

When he passed a place with a slightly steeper slope, he would crawl over using his hands and feet, then crawl forward for a distance, and stand up unsteadily. He still didn't see what he wanted to see. He mustered up the courage to jump up lightly, but it was still difficult to see the whole picture, but fortunately he could see a larger area.

The bad news is that this big guy really doesn't have dragon wings, and it seems that he was never born with those big wings.

The good news is that there really is a wound on its back, a wound big enough for Ruger to lie down and roll around in it. It's just that the location is not ideal, but it can be overcome.

Ruger calmed down and began to approach the wound. This seemed to confirm that this strange dragon was not a real dragon.

After going through countless hardships, he gradually approached the wound where the angle was too large for him to stand, and looked there with anticipation.

Inside the wound where flesh and blood were rolling, there was another magical scene.

Luger blinked and came closer with difficulty.

I saw a large piece of metal embedded in the wide wound of the strange dragon. On it was a line of large characters written in dark red inscriptions: Strange Dragon Management Committee, followed by a long string of numbers.

There is a description below, and a line of small words in the corner of the description says that if this dragon is found in the wild, please report it to the Exotic Dragon Management Committee.

He stroked his chin, stood firmly on his feet, and carefully studied the instructions above.

Alien dragons, like the various anomalies in the world, strive to prove the vastness of the world from a side perspective. There are always some abnormal creatures. Speaking of Alien Dragons, most of them are not powerful, and even due to their strange changes, they have difficulty reproducing. However, some Alien Dragons are abnormally powerful even beyond pure-blooded dragons, and even possess some outrageous abilities. This is the reason for the creation of the Alien Dragon Management Council.

This strange dragon with a long string of numbers is one of those dragons whose strength is not weaker than that of a pure-blooded dragon, and it has a more stubborn temperament. It has no wings and is not recognized by the dragon clan, but it still inherits the pride of the dragon.

The normal supervision process for alien dragons is generally divided into two types. The weak ones are subject to the lowest level of supervision. The ones with higher strength and their own alien special features are judged to be higher, and the supervision intensity will increase step by step. However, these still belong to the first type of limited supervision, which only leaves various marks on the dragon and does not restrict the life of the alien dragon.

The purpose of the Dragon Management Council is not to make decisions based solely on strength and potential harm.

But it depends on whether the strange dragon has committed any crime.

Any alien dragon that violates the regulations, regardless of its strength, will be classified as the second type of compulsory supervision and will lose its freedom from then on. In serious cases, it will become a resource of the management committee as a long-term experimental consumable for wizards. This is also a major source of funds for the Alien Dragon Management Committee to maintain its operations. The rating of the alien dragon's strength and harm is only for the purpose of dividing the intensity of measures taken when allocating supervision.

The arrogant guy in front of Luger.

It is just a second-to-last level regulatory target, the kind that has committed a crime and is restricted to a certain area. There are measures in its body that force it to sleep. The triggering condition is that it secretly moves away from the area designated by the Alien Dragon Management Committee. It knows that it will fall asleep and even starve to death in its sleep. It knows that it will definitely not escape, but it just refuses to be trapped there.

(End of this chapter)