leonardwarren Chapter 47 Kobolds
Chapter 47 Kobolds
The Kingdom of Cordwin is bordered by the Dragon Mountains to the north and the vast Blue Mountains to the east.
As one of the northern countries, the climate is changeable, especially in autumn, when it is cold or hot, depending entirely on luck.
The warm afternoon sun shines through the primeval forest, casting countless dappled patterns of light on the ground.
A stream flowed nearby, making a tinkling sound.
Clearly, I had pretty good luck today.
Arwen's black cloak was covered in dust, and his cat-like eyes beneath the hood looked weary.
The black mare beneath me strolled along slowly, occasionally nibbling on the still-green grass by the roadside or pausing in the muddy puddles to pass the time.
He had set out from the White Stone River at the foot of Kaer Mohen and had been walking through this primeval forest for three days; his backside was practically chafed raw by the saddle.
We didn't see a single person along the way, and the initial excitement completely vanished with the tedious journey.
Fortunately, he had a little creature to keep him company.
"Gagaga!"
A light, black figure flew over his head, circled a few times, and then landed on his shoulder.
It was the raven that accompanied Kael Morhen in his monster-hunting adventures.
Alwin raised his hand and teased the feathers under its neck, and the latter shook its neck and closed its eyes comfortably.
Ravens are already known for their intelligence in the bird world, and after eating so much monster meat, including some old spearheads, their feathers are translucent and their appearance is handsome.
Perhaps for this reason, it followed him all the way.
Alwin glanced at the tire tracks on the ground. The tracks were clearly sunken, and the footprints around them were also very fresh.
He planned to follow them; he was sure he could find a place where people lived.
Not long after they left, the raven suddenly tilted its neck, its bright black pupils gazing into the distance.
"Gagaga!"
It opened its mouth and screamed, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
Alwin frowned slightly. After spending so much time together, he already understood what Raven meant.
There's an emergency ahead.
He gripped the reins tightly, making the mare go a little faster.
We continued onward, crossing a stream that was about to dry up, and then turned a corner.
A scream suddenly rang out.
"Help!"
"You damned monsters, stay away from me!"
"Get out of here!"
Urgent cries for help echoed through the woods, while ravens cackled overhead.
Alwin stared at him with his cat-like eyes.
It's about fifty meters ahead.
A horse-drawn carriage overturned, and the sawn timber on it rolled into the woods.
They have rosewood and birch, and the quality is very good.
Two humanoid creatures, each about 1.6 meters tall, were rummaging through the carriage.
They have prominent shoulder muscles, strong bodies, and bronze skin covered with a thin layer of down.
He wore a dry grass skirt on his lower body and held a simple stone axe in his right hand.
If you only saw this part, you would think they were uncivilized savages from a wild land.
But as the murky saliva dripped down, and the gaze shifted upwards, it became clear that on the 'savage's' strong neck was a huge, ferocious dog's head.
"They're kobolds."
Arwen recalled the records in "The Book of Monsters" that they often appeared near mines in the mountains and forests, liked to cause mine collapses, and used stone axes to hit miners on the head.
If you unfortunately encounter them, you can leave a bottle of brandy, because brandy has a sweet taste, and they love alcohol.
Just like now.
The kobolds rummaged through the carriage and pulled out a glass container. They opened it, sniffed it, and eagerly stuck out their tongues before drinking it with relish.
"Damn you! That was my treasured possession, kept for so many years! You ugly creatures, the gods deserve to give you smallpox and plague!"
The sound came from the tree next to the overturned carriage.
There was a middle-aged man hiding there, wearing a green cotton coat and a cotton hat, screaming and cursing.
"idiot."
Alwin cursed inwardly, realizing that doing this would only anger the other party and serve no purpose.
It would be better to climb down from the tree and escape while the kobold is drinking; there might still be a chance of survival.
Sure enough, the kobold under the tree was angered by the sound and turned to roar at the middle-aged man.
They put down their wine bottles, brandished their stone axes, and threw them at the middle-aged man.
"what!"
The axe flew over the middle-aged man's head, its sharp aura making him tremble. He clung to the tree trunk, trying to climb further up.
"Snapped!"
But on the way, he was hit hard on the back by the wooden handle of the stone axe and almost fell off the tree.
"Roar roar roar!"
The kobold howled, picked up the axe and continued throwing it, licking its hairy chin with its tongue, its eyes flashing with bloodthirsty ferocity.
After the fine wine, it's time to enjoy the main course.
Arwen dismounted and first ran his right hand across the horse's mane to keep it calm.
Then, he grasped the hilt of the wolf-head sword in the saddlebag.
He drew his sword, the silver light illuminating his pale face.
He lightly touched the blade with his left index finger, the sharpness stinging his fingertip.
Strictly speaking, he didn't need to check the sharpness of the silver sword, since he had just wiped the blade the night before.
But this is preparation before the demon hunt, and rules are rules.
Open the saddlebag, and a wooden box is placed on top.
Press the mechanism with your finger, and the wooden box opens with a click. It is filled with hay for shock protection, and each compartment contains dark glass bottles.
Alwin quickly took out a bottle labeled "Tawny Owl".
"A couple of sips should be enough to deal with two kobolds."
With that thought, he opened the cork, tilted his head back, and drank it down, his Adam's apple bobbing.
After the cold liquid entered my abdomen, my heart rate and adrenaline surged rapidly.
Put the remaining tan owl back into the wooden box.
He stretched his neck, and black, venomous veins spread from his chest to his face like a venomous snake. He exhaled a murky breath.
He made a hand seal with his left hand, and a blue Kunen shield surrounded his body.
With a strange cry from the kobold, he charged out with his silver sword in hand, his speed increasing rapidly yet remaining completely silent.
The wind rustled through the branches, making a squeaking sound.
"roar?"
The kobold looked at the green-clad man in the tree with a mocking expression, as if a human were looking at a clown.
Suddenly, it paused, as if sensing danger, and abruptly turned around.
"Buzz!"
Silver sword light filled its eyes, and the sharp blade sliced through the air.
Blood shot out suddenly, a sword slit the throat.
The kobold made gurgling sounds as blood flooded its throat.
The kobolds nearby screamed upon seeing this and swung their stone axes at them.
Alwin quickly dodged, using his right foot as the center of the circle.
The stone axe slammed into the muddy ground, its powerful force carving out a pit.
He seized the opportunity, stepped forward with his left foot, and slammed the stone axe into the mud with the heel of his spiked boot.
"roar!"
The kobold roared at Arwen, its arm muscles bulging, saliva splattering from its sharp teeth, and a putrid stench filled the air.
A look of disgust flashed in Alwin's eyes, and he pressed down on the air with his left hand.
Alder's seal was unleashed.
The kobold's hands, which were gripping the wooden handle tightly, were knocked away. He staggered back a few steps before regaining his footing.
It bared its teeth and shrieked, fear appearing in its tiny, beady eyes. It turned to run away, but Arwen's silver sword had already caught up.
"laugh!"
The kobold retreated again, clutching its stomach with both hands. Blood stained its fur, and its internal organs spilled out from between its fingers.
The kobold knelt on the ground, forced to watch helplessly as Arwen walked up to it.
A silver light fell, distorting the vision, and crashed to the ground.