The light became dimmer and dimmer.
Søren gradually entered the dense forest. He could hear the cries of various animals. There was even a small elk. It looked around vigilantly, occasionally lowering its head to graze. When it noticed the shadow of Søren's position, it immediately ran outside. Because it was not destroyed by humans, there were many wild animals in the wilderness. The dense vegetation greatly increased the number of wild animals. Sometimes, one could even catch wild rabbits in the fields.
Soran stopped in front of a puddle. He reached out and picked up some dark red soil, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.
It was the smell of fresh blood.
This place should be very close to where the kobolds lived.
Kobolds were short, reptilian humanoid creatures that were cowardly and violent. They had scales on their bodies, and the color of their skin varied from dark rust to dark black. This provided them with a certain amount of protection (+ 1 Innate Armor). Their eyes were red, and they had good night vision. They also had long tails that couldn't be curled. Most kobolds wore ragged clothes, and they preferred red and orange. They would strip off the clothes of the dead and wear them. They were about three feet tall and weighed about 50 pounds.
Kobolds could speak Draconic, but they still sounded like puppies.
Like lizardmen, they were oviparous. They were born in a litter, so it was quite common to encounter them in the wilderness.
Don't underestimate them just because of their size. Normal kobolds were more powerful than normal civilians. Although they weren't strong, they were more agile, and their Dexterity could reach 13-15 points. They also had the talents of "Mining" and "Trap Making." Most kobolds could make simple traps, such as tripping ropes and pit traps. Because they were naturally timid, kobolds usually didn't act alone. They usually appeared in groups of three to five. They would attack when there were twice the number of enemies. If the numbers were about the same, they would call for more companions or just give up.
If the situation was not good, kobolds would quickly run away. This was similar to goblins.
That's right.
They could eat people.
Søren continued to follow the footprints and took out his crossbow. It wasn't worth it to use a poisoned crossbow on these small things. Otherwise, the spoils of war wouldn't be as good as the items he had used. Normal crossbow bolts would be enough to deal with these small creatures. He still had half a bottle of Wyvern Venom left. To be safe, Søren still carried three of these crossbows with him.
The goal was to guard against Kobold Sorcerers!
Kobolds were the creatures most likely to become Warlocks, even though most Kobold Warlocks didn't have high levels.
However, the frequency of its appearance was a little scary.
They were staunch supporters of the theory that warlocks were inherited from the dragon race. Because kobolds had a trace of dragon blood, they communicated in the dragon language, and one or two kobold warlocks would pop out from time to time.
When dealing with powerful Spell Casters, it was never too much to be cautious.
There were more and more bloodstains in front of him. Søren stopped in front of a patch of grass that had obviously been moved. He took out his curved sword and fiddled with it. Immediately, he saw a rope. If he accidentally touched it, something might fall on him, or he might be tripped and hung upside down. In the past, many people had suffered because of these small creatures. At the beginning, many people, including Søren, had rushed out to kill them, but they didn't expect to be almost killed by these small creatures. (Kobolds were born with + 20 Trap Skills, which was equivalent to the standard of a normal Hunter.)
There was a commotion in front of him, and he could vaguely hear the barking of dogs.
Søren held his weapon and slowly approached. Kobolds had a good sense of smell, better than humans, but not as good as Wolfhounds, so he had to be careful when he went into Stealth.
Soon.
A group of Kobolds appeared in front of Søren.
There were about thirty of them. Half of them were normal Kobolds, and the other half were Kobold Warriors with equipment. There was also a dark red Kobold holding a wooden stick. He wasn't sure if it was a Kobold Sorcerer, but it was standing next to a large pot. If the spellcasters of this world were disguised, or if they didn't have any special equipment, it would be hard to tell who they were. For example, if a priest was fighting with a stick, and after a long time, he cast a Divine Spell, only then would you realize that he knew magic!
Most of the time, you had to rely on your own observation skills.
The pot was set up with a wooden stick, and there were Kobolds throwing firewood at the side. He couldn't see clearly what was cooking inside, but Søren guessed that it could be goblins, wild beasts, mushrooms, or weeds. Kobolds were omnivores. They ate both meat and grass. When they didn't have any prey, they would cook the mushrooms and weeds in the forest to fill their stomachs. If there was a lack of food, they would fight with the nearby goblins. Usually, there was no clear winner, but after the fight, both sides would cook something in the pot.
If they were frugal, it could last them for ten days to half a month.
A group of kobolds surrounded the cauldron, drooling and barking from time to time. Soran saw the goblins being cut into pieces, but when he saw the remains of a female human being, his face instantly became gloomy. Kobolds didn't dare to attack the village directly. They only dared to sneak in. Sometimes, they didn't even dare to attack adult males. They only dared to kill children and women.
Kobolds were cowardly and cruel.
They would sneak up on women and children who were alone outside the village, kill them in a short period of time, and then drag their bodies back to the village.
More than thirty Kobolds weren't easy to deal with!
Søren hid at the side and counted carefully, judging the danger level of this group of Kobolds. There were about ten Kobold Warriors. They were armed with short swords, clubs, and short spears. Some of them were even wearing leather armor. Kobolds were humanoid creatures, and they knew how to make equipment. Next to them were five Kobold Archers. They were armed with short bows and daggers. The bows were all made by themselves, made from wood and animal tendons. Although they weren't very powerful, it was still very painful to shoot at close range.
The other normal Kobolds also had weapons, but most of them were crude wooden clubs. It wasn't too much of a problem to hit them.
There was only one thing that couldn't be confirmed.
Was the dark red Kobold beside the pot a leader or a Warlock?
But without a doubt, it was the most dangerous one!
"Kobold [Large Group] (Grade 1)"
"Challenge Rating: Level 3, Monster Level 5, Leader unit and Kobold Warlock may appear."
"Highest and Lowest Attributes: 17 and 8, Total Attribute Points: 60-75."
"Special Abilities: Natural Armor, Trap Crafting, Night Vision."
"Difficulty: C +"
"Loot Level: + 1 (Mining, Collecting)"
The Kobolds' loot had bonus points because they had a habit of collecting shiny objects. Of course, not all of them were Kindler's. It was possible that some of them were Gold Sand and Ores that they had dug out. In the information collected by Soran, many monsters would have loot bonuses based on their own habits, which meant that monsters of the same level would end up with a higher loot than monsters of the same level.
Goblins also liked to collect, but unfortunately, they often ended up with trash.
There was a slight noise.
Søren began to move towards the bonfire from the side. He had to get rid of the dark red Kobold first. Only then could he ensure that this battle would be much easier. Challenge Rating: Level 3 meant that he would need five Professions that were around Level 3 to deal with them easily. It wasn't easy for Søren to move alone. The most important thing was that he couldn't be surrounded.
"Swoosh!"
A crossbow bolt flew out.
The dark red Kobold next to the bonfire let out a scream, and the entire kennel was alarmed.
Sounds similar to the barking of a puppy could be heard. After the initial panic, the Kobolds began to swarm around with their weapons in hand. They quickly discovered Søren with their night vision. A group of Kobold Warriors growled and charged towards him. When they realized that their enemies were far fewer than them, Kobolds would become more aggressive.
Søren didn't rush to meet them.
He almost immediately rolled to the side to dodge the arrow. The place where he was originally standing was instantly filled with arrows. The Kobolds' short bows were quite threatening.
The curved sword in his hand glinted coldly.
In just one exchange, two Kobolds had their stomachs cut open by Søren. However, because of this momentary pause, one of the Kobolds pounced towards his leg and opened its mouth to bite him. They had sharp teeth.
Bang!
Soran twisted his waist and kicked out, sending the kobold flying five meters away. He forcefully twisted his body and dodged a dagger, then swung his leg to kick another kobold that was pouncing at him.
In just thirty seconds.
Søren had killed six Kobolds, but the thirty or so Kobolds that had gathered together also pounced on him. His leg was slashed by a short sword, but fortunately, it was only a small cut. The arrow from the short bow hit Søren, but it didn't penetrate his leather armor. Instead, it killed a Kobold beside him. The Kobold Warriors with the strength of a Level 1 Warrior surrounded Søren. These three foot tall creatures were very troublesome. Every time they attacked, they would stab at the back of Søren's leg, forcing him to bend down.
The Kobolds had the rolling skill, and they knew how to use their body size to roll and dodge.
Crescent Moon Slash.
There was no space to dodge the attacks coming from all directions. Søren gritted his teeth and used his leather armor to block two of the attacks. He then twisted his waist and spun around with his curved sword.
Three Kobolds fell to the ground, their stomachs all cut open.
But at this moment, the dark red Kobold that was shot by Søren's poisoned crossbow shakily stood up. It uttered a strange syllable, then stretched out its hand and pushed forward. A 60-degree fan-shaped flame spewed out. Søren was the first to bear the brunt of the flame. His clothes were immediately set ablaze, followed by the Kobold beside him. It was directly burned by the flame.
"Burning Hand!"
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