Chapter 397 The Beautiful Dream of the Kobold Leader

In the dark trap, the black cloaked man, whose body was suspended in the air, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the horrified expression on his face faded, replaced by a hideous look.

"Hoo~" A ball of black flame appeared out of thin air on the freed left hand, and slammed hard on the stone wall not far away, creating a big pit. The black cloaked man rushed in with both feet.

"Humans, dwarves, orcs, elves!" The black cloaked man had a hideous look on his face, "If the world is unfair, then destroy it. What if we are strong enough? In the end, we still have to become the food for realizing our ambitions."

Waving the staff in his hand, several stones from under the trap flew over and were put into the storage bag by the black cloaked man. This place is very close to the base camp. He could use extraordinary power around the holy artifact. He looked at the bottom of the trap with lingering fear, and his face was full of relief: "How did they know there was danger below? Did those idiots in the base leak the secret?"

Few people knew the secret. Except for the high priest, the clan leader, and the elders, only the chosen ones knew more. Ordinary gray dwarves knew almost nothing, and those senior and intermediate warriors who were responsible for feeding regularly should know a little bit.

"No, we can't leave like this. We must reinforce this trap. If it is really opened, the consequences will be disastrous. The tribe's plan cannot fail!" The black cloaked man waved the staff in his hand, and the sharp blades bombarded the opposite stone wall, and soon cut off a two-meter-long, thirty-centimeter-wide, and twenty-centimeter-thick stone slab.

The stone slab was placed over the trap like a bridge, covering the bottom of the trap as much as possible, so that people or other things on it would not face the bottom directly to prevent accidental penetration.

"One doesn't seem to be very safe, let's continue." The black cloaked man took a deep breath and calmed his breathing. The burning pain in his chest still did not fade. He could indeed use magic with the help of the holy weapon, but the wound on his body did not heal.

The staff in his hand had just been raised, and before he could release the magic, a sound of footsteps rang in his ears. The black cloaked man's face froze. The footsteps were dense, but the severity was not consistent. The number must have exceeded a hundred.

"This sound? Could it be that goblins, ogres, and dog-headed men have already attacked?" The black cloaked man's face was very ugly, but he dared not move there. The dog-headed man's hearing was very sharp. Once they found this place, it was very likely that they would break the trap and release the things below. At that time, everything would be over.

Calm down, calm down! The black cloaked man tried to calm himself down and began to control his breathing.

"Wait, breathe?" The black cloaked man suddenly thought of a very realistic problem. It seemed that he didn't have much time. Those bastards sealed the top of the trap tightly, and the air in the trap was not circulating. If he delayed for a long time, he would only have a dead end.

If you don't leave here quickly, you'll be dead! Alerted the army of kobolds, goblins, and ogres above, and you'll be dead! Break the bottom of the trap, and the whole tribe will be dead! The black cloaked man had a tangled face.

Every section of the underground passage had a long-burning lamp, making it dim but not dark. The hell kobold leader who led the way in front held a rope in his hand, and several gray dwarf intermediate warriors were tied to the rope.

Well, tied to their necks and dragged them all the way, these are very useful cannon fodder, and every time they are consumed, they will be good targets to attract the first round of firepower.

The fast-moving hell kobold leader suddenly stopped, and the gray dwarf behind him didn't pay attention for a moment and bumped into him hard. The cold eyes pierced, making those gray dwarves silent one by one.

There was a small piece of hay in the center of the passage ahead, and a trap with a faint cold light could be vaguely seen under the hay. This abrupt and crude trap made him feel black, but he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.

This trap is very dangerous!

"You go ahead and bypass the trap." The hell kobold leader shook the rope, and the gray dwarves looked at each other, not knowing what he meant.

"Pah~" An ogre spit out a piece of bone and it fell on the ground, which shocked the gray dwarves. In addition to being captives, they also have another identity, spare food! Disobedient captives will be rewarded to their subordinates at will, this is a bloody lesson.

Several gray dwarves hurried to the front and saw the thin hay and half-exposed trap in the center of the passage. They cursed in their hearts, which bastard did this? If you want to set a trap, at least make it more realistic. Isn't this half-baked level harming your own people?

Several gray dwarves carefully passed through the trap, and nothing happened. The leader of the hell kobolds followed closely behind. The closer they got to the trap, the stronger their sense of crisis became, but in fact, nothing happened.

The trap was very simple, so simple that the hell kobolds suspected that this was a prank. He squatted down and was about to dismantle the trap, but his hand was suspended in the air, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This smell? This light?

The trap was actually covered with fine needles, which flashed black light. If you were not very close, it would be difficult to find. The smell that the hell kobolds smelled was the smell of a highly poisonous herb. This seemingly simple and naive trap was actually a chain trap?

"Not all the gray dwarves are stupid. This trap seems to be very effective against people who think they are smart." The hell kobold gave an order, and everyone was not allowed to touch the trap and walked around it. This poison is very troublesome. Even if you are infected, you will feel very tricky. No wonder there is a sense of crisis. The kobold felt relieved, but he still felt uneasy in his heart.

The army seemed to be separated in the middle by the river water that encountered a reef and passed through the two sides of the trap. The farther the hell kobold walked, the weaker the sense of crisis became, and the doubts in his heart gradually faded a lot. The last checkpoint is not far ahead, right?

The gray dwarves have strong entry-level masters. This news came from the captives. The hell kobold leader did not take the cursed local entry-level masters like the gray dwarves seriously, but he was also very interested. He knew that gray dwarves were not uncommon in hell. There were many entry-level masters, even second-level gray dwarves, but in this world, gray dwarves should be cursed and unable to enter the level.

The hell kobolds were very sure that the gray dwarves could only enter the ranks in a pseudo-level, so the treasures that blocked the laws of this world and allowed them to enter the ranks in a pseudo-level must be extraordinary.

If he was just greedy for the weapons, armor and food of the gray dwarves at the beginning, and wanted to establish his prestige by slaughtering the gray dwarves, then since he saw the magic of the man in the black cloak, he had only one goal, the treasure in the gray dwarf tribe. As long as he got that treasure, even if all the goblins and ogres died, what would it matter?

Cannon fodder and subordinates, it is not difficult to recruit hundreds of these things in the Mabster Jungle, not to mention that his target has never been goblins and ogres. The ogres are the subordinates of Lord Moon Rabbit Baron, and he had better not get involved. The goblins themselves look down on them very much, and his target has been the kobolds from the beginning.

If it is a place like the outer stronghold, he really looks down on it. He robbed the weapons, armor and food to bribe the kobolds. With his strength as a deep-level strongman, plus this batch of materials, it is easy to pull up a team of kobolds. But when he knew that the outskirts were just small outposts and the Gray Dwarf Tribe was actually a small town that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, his thoughts changed completely.

That unknown treasure, I must get it!

The small town that the Gray Dwarfs spent a hundred years to build will become my Kobold Territory!

The outskirts of the Gray Dwarfs were built very neatly and in a very standardized manner. Their base camp must not be bad. After all, it is a place where tens of thousands of people live and has been painstakingly managed by the Gray Dwarfs for hundreds of years. Just looking at it this way, the Gray Dwarf camp is a hundred thousand miles better than the Ogre's lair. Wouldn't it be bad if I occupied it myself?

The place where the subordinates live is so much better than the master, what if they are discovered?

The Hell Kobold leader shuddered, but began to think about the solution in his heart. The most direct way is to offer this place to Baron Moon Rabbit, but Baron Moon Rabbit will never like to live underground. Those who like to live underground are dwarves, Kobolds, gnomes, goblins and the like.

So, capture as many Gray Dwarf captives as possible and let them build a brand new palace for the master?

This seems feasible.

The rabbit hasn't been caught yet, but the leader of the hell kobolds has already started fantasizing about preparing this delicious dish.