Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 67: Power and Smallness

Confident? Maybe.

He thought to himself that he seemed to be stronger than when they first met, or safer and more confident. First of all, the smelly skin had been tested on a fifth-level apprentice. Then there was the abyssal bedroom space where he could enter and retreat, and it was stockpiled with fruits, insect meat and dragon blood. Finally, he had a demon dice that he had never actually used, which he could gamble with in critical moments of life and death.

After hearing what the little black elf in front of him said, he suddenly found that he seemed to be able to do it. Compared with the last time they met, he knew more spells and used them more skillfully.

But it is difficult to get rid of his timidity, or caution, which he has always had. He thinks it is a good thing and there is no need to get rid of it completely. It is all precious survival experience he gained when he was a weak and powerless little dog-headed man who was bullied by his own people, and he had to walk on thin ice.

"My friends call me Ruge, and you can call me that too. I'm really sorry that I didn't have time to introduce myself last time." Ruge said generously.

"Friends? Including those dog-headed men?" the elf teased with a smile.

It seems that in the eyes of wizards, making friends with a group of dog-headed people is a very shocking thing.

"No, no, no, don't be too narrow-minded. Friends are precious. Don't limit yourself to them," he said, flicking his hand and pulling out a spellbook. "Even this, spells, are my friends, and they are things I cherish. Learning and casting spells is also communicating with me. As a wizard, don't let your mind be constrained. Even every blade of grass and every tree here could be our friend."

Clap, clap! The elves actually clapped their hands for him.

The little dog-headed man raised his head slightly in pride.

"That's a good point. I think you're suited to studying mind magic. After all, those guys are quite eccentric," the elven wizard apprentice said with a smile. "You can call me Ganaya. As for my full name, I didn't remember it until I was five."

Listening to Ganaya's words, Ruger suddenly remembered the various legends about the longevity species. Curiosity urged him to find out more, and he was even curious about how old the elf in front of him was now, but in the end he held back and didn't ask.

"I want to invite you, of course you can refuse. After all, being a kobold here may be very important to you, so don't be afraid of being rude to me-" said the elf Ganaya.

"I accept your invitation."

As Ruge spoke, he looked at the passage behind Ganaya. A half-man had been standing there for some time, nodded to him, and then slowly disappeared.

At the same time, the voice of the half-human came secretly, asking him to accept the elf's invitation.

"You haven't heard what I want you to do," said the elf.

"So, what do you want to invite me to do? What's the reward?" Ruger said seriously.

The elf did not rush to speak, but looked him up and down again.

She turned and walked towards the distant passage.

"I invite you to explore the city with me, but there's no reward," she said as they walked. "Come along if you want. The city is already faintly visible, and that little bug man must be nearby. I was thinking of finding some kobolds to use, and since you speak kobold language, I could give you a suitable reward. But since you consider them your friends, I won't let them die. I'll spend some magic stones to hire those annoying lizardman mercenaries."

Ruger was stunned for a moment. It turned out that he was not the one who was valuable.

He trotted two steps to catch up with the elf.

"What's the price for one hundred gnolls at your command? Can it be exchanged for books of magical knowledge?" he tried to say.

"You can give me some magic stones." The elf said without turning his head.

Ruger didn't say anything after hearing this.

He sighed in his heart, the dog-headed man is really worthless.

The two of them circled around, but their pace wasn't slow. Ruger was in a good mood, feeling like he was fulfilling his original dream, heading towards the depths of the caves he'd long wanted to explore while cautiously searching for food. He'd been thinking, when he was strong enough to face danger, he'd follow these passages to the end and see where they led.

He was dizzy after casting two spells along the way.

A ball of fire appeared in front of me, and when I got closer, I saw that it was a bonfire that was about to go out.

"Keep up, if you slow down a bit you'll be on your own."

As she spoke, she suddenly took out something and threw it into the fire.

The flames, which were originally half-dead, suddenly jumped to more than one person's height.

She rushed forward with Ruger. When he hit the flames, he subconsciously closed his eyes. He felt dizzy for a moment, and there was a familiar feeling for Ruger, which he had every time he crossed the space gate.

After jumping over, he opened his eyes again and felt suddenly enlightened.

A large and empty underground space, with a lizardman standing guard next to it. It looked like a small camp with people coming in and out.

What caught his eye most was a bottomless pit in the distance. Its size rivaled the kobolds' endless hunting grounds, stretching as far as the eye could see. They stood at the edge of the pit, and above it floated an illusory city, its faint glow giving him a glimpse of its immensity. Countless passageways surrounded their location, and even those too far away to be clearly seen must have rows of passageways as well. Perhaps one of these could lead to the kobold king's Red Horn Tribe.

A familiar figure was sitting by the campfire.

When Ruger crossed the campfire, he thought of this person, the wizard apprentice who had barbecued meat for him last time.

"We meet again." The man said, poking at the campfire.

Since the last time they met, Ruger noticed that this man rarely took his eyes off the fire in front of him, whether he was talking or eating, as if it was his gentle lover.

"Flame is his friend. In your words, it has solved my years of confusion." The elf came and sat down by the campfire.

"Thank you for your treat last time. It was absolutely delicious."

Ruger praised and also sat down by the campfire.

In the distance, someone was entering the small lizardman gatehouse. Many others, like the three of them, chose to rest in a deserted area. These people all looked like wizard apprentices. The scene behind his little kobold paradise was already like this.

He also saw several wizard apprentices accompanied by people who looked like guards, each wearing armor and carrying a sword.

"This annoying guy is really good at making magic stones. He actually does business in a place like this..." The elf muttered as he looked at the lizardman camp.

"Don't complain, Ganaya. We should all thank him, even though he's really disgusting and looks like a natural alien, not a transformation. Oh, I'm not talking about you," said the Flame Man.

Luger chuckled and shrugged to show that he didn't care.

"It's him who bred and nurtured so many lizardmen in various areas, consuming a large number of those insects," the Flame Man continued, "otherwise it would be even more difficult for us to find that little insect man."

As Luger listened, he suddenly understood.

He was no longer hungry because of the little bug people, the countless aunts and uncles of the little crying bug. In order to help the little bug people hide, the big bug people joined forces to cast a secret technique and in an instant planted stupid fat meat bugs everywhere.

The only reason he didn't starve to death was because these wizard apprentices were hunting insect people.

(End of this chapter)