"Uncle Raymond, are we doomed?" A pale young man murmured with despair, looking at the blue sky, seeming to ask the people around him.
This is a young man with a high bridge of nose and light blue eyes, or a teenager, because he still has small fuzz on his lips. Maybe in a few years, these fuzz will become like a steel needle pricking a beard, but
, he probably doesn’t have this time.
Because his limbs had been broken and his thin wooden armor was stained red with blood, several stooped kobolds were carrying him with happy faces and walking in the jungle where the trees were not very dense.
He, Burton, was an ordinary civilian a few days ago. Today, he became the lowest level adventurer. Then he followed his uncle Raymond and started his first adventure in his life, out of the city.
Enter the edge of the jungle to collect herbs.
Now, he was captured by a group of low-level monsters, kobolds. It was so pitiful that this was his first time. He actually encountered a group of low-level monsters and was captured.
"Burton, don't lose faith, we still have hope." On the side, there was a middle-aged man with a somewhat stout figure who was treated the same as this young man. Although he was also very embarrassed at this time, he still had a look on his face.
He calmly comforted his nephew.
"Uncle Raymond, don't lie to me." The fledgling young man turned his head slightly and looked at his uncle's bearded face with a blank look on his face. "Back then, when you tempted me to become an adventurer, I shouldn't have agreed.
you."
"Burton, you have to believe me, we really still have hope. These are just a group of low-level dog meat people." A middle-aged man wearing a worn leather armor, whose figure was out of shape and looked a bit fat, explained to his nephew.
.
"They are not killing us now, which means that we have a chance to survive, and if we are alive, we have a chance to escape. Believe me, Burton, we will definitely be able to return to the city.
When the time comes, I’ll invite you to the Blackbeard Tavern and find you some of the hottest girls so that you can become a real man.”
"The woman with the hottest figure." Burton repeated, with a hint of hope in his eyes. At this time, a breeze blew by, and the leaves in the jungle "squeaked", making the kobold's body feel like a pool of stagnant water.
The smell rushed into the young man's nose.
The disgusting smell made this young man who was still fantasizing about women come to his senses at the critical moment of life and death. He looked at the kobold carrying him and walking swiftly in the jungle, and a question appeared in his mind: he could really return to the city alive.
?
The sudden attack that had just occurred had made him understand that even the lowest level monsters like kobolds were not something that ordinary people like him who had not cultivated fighting spirit could fight against.
Kobolds, although they are short in stature, their scaly skin is a natural leather armor, and their strength is far stronger than him.
On the side, the middle-aged man saw a trace of confidence restored on the young man's face, and proudly told him about his "legendary" experience of being captured by kobolds many times when he was young, but surviving every time.
The first time, he was saved by a passing adventure group.
The second time, the kobold tribe that captured him clashed with a goblin tribe of equal size, and both were injured, but he survived.
The third time, a hungry and ferocious tiger came to the gathering place of the kobolds who had captured him. He regarded all the kobolds as food and devoured them all, except him, who was being put into the pot to be cooked.
The fourth time, a green dragon flew over the kobold tribe that captured him. Then the kobolds threw him away like crazy and followed the direction in which the green dragon flew away.
"Burton, although my strength is poor, I am a man who has seen a giant dragon." The middle-aged man showed off proudly, "The green dragon, even though I only glanced at it from a distance, that kind of powerful figure
, I still can’t forget it.”
"This is the fifth time I have been captured by a kobold," the middle-aged man looked at the young man who was staring at him in shock with a sigh on his face. His face was filled with confidence, "Believe me, we can definitely go back alive."
Burton, who was still a virgin, was first amazed by his uncle's "legendary" experience, and then his reaction was:
"Uncle Raymond, even if you are making up a story to comfort me, you don't have to be so exaggerated. You were captured by kobolds four times and survived each time. The last time you saw the legendary dragon.
Even a bard wouldn't make it up like this, and even a child wouldn't believe your story, so don't lie to me again."
"I know it's hard for you to believe it, but this is indeed my real experience. You will know it in a while. I can definitely take you back to the city. When the time comes, I will take you to enjoy it."
Seeing his uncle's confident expression, young Burton couldn't help but hesitate. What if this experience was true?
Even if it is true, the first four times were due to his uncle's good luck, but now, can Uncle Raymond still have such good luck? If not, then what will happen to them... Kobolds are also monsters that like to eat people.
...A dozen kobolds carried Raymond, Burton's uncle and nephew, and walked happily into the depths of the jungle. From time to time, these kobolds raised their heads to look at the uncle and nephew, and then swallowed their saliva with difficulty. They restrained themselves.
own appetite.
"Uncle, these ugly guys want to eat us!" The young man looked at the kobolds swallowing saliva at him and swallowed hard. He was afraid.
"Of course, for many monsters, humans are a very delicious food." Raymond explained calmly, "Look at the way they want to eat us, but they restrain themselves.
I guess there should be stronger kobold leaders above them. These kobolds may belong to a huge kobold tribe, and maybe their leader is a kobold warlock who has awakened the dragon vein."
"Gulu!" The young man swallowed hard and said in a very loud voice, "Uncle, I think you guessed it right."
"What?" The greasy middle-aged man turned his head and was slightly stunned. A huge valley appeared in front of him. In the valley, there were simple wooden houses built by kobolds everywhere, which looked extremely messy and dirty.
,confusion.
At the entrance of the valley, there is also a three-meter-high, uneven wooden wall and a dilapidated wooden door. More than ten teams of kobolds carrying various prey or some inferior weapons came in and out.
out, it seemed extremely noisy.
"This is a kobold tribe with a name, and there is definitely more than one kobold warlock in it!" The middle-aged man showed a hint of anger, "What do those guys in the city do for food? A tribe with thousands of kobolds appeared around the city.
At the gathering place, they didn’t even notice it.”
"Uncle, now is not the time to talk about this." Young Burton looked pale, "There should be no Goblin tribe of the same size around a tribe of this size. Also, hungry ferocious beasts dare to come here.
Eat?"
Ants will eat elephants in large numbers. This is a universal truth. If there are too many kobolds to a certain extent, even higher-level monsters will not want to provoke them.
"Maybe, wait a minute, a green dragon will fly over?" The middle-aged man comforted himself a little uneasily.
"Uncle! We haven't heard any reports of dragon sightings here for hundreds of years."
The young man looked desperate. He regretted a little as to why he had listened to his boastful uncle's instigation and came to be an adventurer. It was better to just be an ordinary person who lived a mediocre life.
"Boom!" Just when young Burton began to despair, the blue sky cracked, revealing a black crack, and then a beam of light surrounded by thunder shot out, directly bombarding the valley where the kobold tribe was located.
.
At this moment, the terrifying energy vaporized everything in contact with the soil, stones, trees, kobolds, and wooden houses. The earth shook, and the kobolds carrying the uncle and nephew were instantly blasted by the explosion.
The shock wave overturned.
Because the distance was far enough, the kobolds and them were not harmed. However, after the group of kobolds who were overturned by the aftermath of the explosion came to their senses, they paid no attention to the two uncles and nephews Raymond who fell to the ground.
Instead, they knelt on the ground with a look of fear on their faces, their bodies trembling. They did not dare to get up, because this group of low-level monsters who were rumored to have dragon veins felt the high bloodline pressure that appeared together with the light pillar.