Ten minutes later, Sean saw a bright fire, and at the end of the passage was a spacious hall.

Sean cautiously approached, only to find that in the center of the hall was a small bonfire, on which the meat of unknown creatures was being grilled, which seemed to be almost ripe, exuding a rich aroma of meat.

There were three kobolds sitting around the campfire, their six eyes staring straight at the cooked meat, and the corners of their mouths kept flowing with haras.

Two sturdy kobolds, one head taller than the average kobold, with worn-out daggers in their hands, and linen coats they got from nowhere, with grease stains all over them.

An apparently aged kobold, dressed in a disproportionate human mage robe, held a magic wand that curled as if it were made of old tree branches, and at the top of the wand was a bright gem that glowed blue.

It looks weird.

But it's not funny.

Because Sean knows what that means.

Those two strong kobolds, maybe they're kobold overseers, maybe they're kobold leaders. Either way, the challenge level will not be lower than level 2, and this is already the limit of an ordinary adult man. If you want to deal with one, Sean may have to fight hard.

Not to mention two.

What's more, there's the old kobold.

It was clearly the caster of kobolds, kobold shamans.

As a type of spellcaster, the shaman is the spiritual leader among the kobolds, not only more intelligent and more powerful than the average kobold, but also more knowledgeable and capable of casting spells. It is good at low-level plastic energy arcane, and the challenge level will definitely not be lower than level 3.

The so-called Plastic Energy Department is one of the seven types of arcane magic, which studies how to convert arcane energy into substantial explosive power. Among them, the most classic and well-known low-level plastic energy magic is the Fireball Technique and the Ice Arrow.

Any kind of shot that Sean's thin body can't bear.

Of course, because of the characteristics of the caster, this old kobold shaman shaman may have no less magic attack power than a level 5 warrior, but his weak body is not even as good as the most ordinary kobold.

If you sneak attack, as long as it hits, Sean is confident that he will kill with one hit.

But despite this......

"Is it really good for me, an ordinary underage boy, to deal with such a combination?"

Sean was bitter and decided to give up.

At all times, saving one's life is Sean's first choice.

Life comes first, and only by living can there be hope.

The great leader once said, "When the enemy advances, I retreat, and when the enemy retreats, I advance!" The enemy is stationed in me to disturb, and the enemy is tired and I fight!

Sean also wants to add a sentence to me: The enemy is strong and I am weak, just run away!

Follow me in slow motion with my left hand and right hand

Right-handed, left-handed slow-motion replay

Take a step forward with your left leg and right leg

Get out of the maelstrom of battle......

But at this time, Sean suddenly looked back, but God was in the dim light, giving Sean a reason to stay.

The barbecue is cooked.

The kobold shaman has a very noble status in the kobold clan, and naturally no one dares to compete with it, but after the kobold shaman takes the best part, the two strong kobolds fight for barbecue.

Look, the one on the left strikes first.

I saw it waving its arms, and the biceps muscles on it bulged high, fully showing its strong arm strength and proud figure. And the dagger it wields in its hand is already a long sword for it that is short and strong! Armed with a sword, intent on killing...... No, it's a kobold killing!

However, the kobold on the right was not afraid of the incoming enemy. It lifted its proud head, and the humility and piety that had once faced the kobold shaman was completely gone, replaced by infinite confidence and pride.

It's confident, and this day, can't cover its eyes!

The earth can't trap its feet!

This mountain can't stand its way!

This kobold can't grab its barbecue!

Wield a dagger and fight for meat!

Wonderful, wonderful, very exciting fight! If this battle were magnified by a hundredfold or a thousand times, it might be comparable to the Battle of Icecrown Fortress in Illidan and Arthas, the Battle of God Butcher in Hellroar and Manolos, and the Battle of the Ancients between Acmund and Malorn!

Even the battle of the gods of Egwen and Sargeras!

However, this is of no avail.

At this moment, no one cares about them.

The kobold shaman did not have the slightest intention of dissuasion, but left with the barbecue, it seems that this kind of thing happens often, it has become accustomed to it.

As a shaman from above, it is in a state of control. Fighting among subordinates is good for subordinate.

That's what it learned from the humans of Stormwind.

The kobold shaman is stuck in the memories.

When you are old, it is easy to recall the things of the past. Although it is only in its 30s, it is already a rare high life expectancy in the kobold group. Maybe in a few years, he will be buried in the ground. Before that, he would always think of the good things that used to be.

Those adventurous experiences, the hardships of the journey.

In a trance, it walked towards Sean's mine.

"So, the protagonist's luck is always good!"

Sean slowly backed away and quickly ducked into a bend and hidden.

The light in the mine is not good, and the kobold's eyesight is not good, and the shaman cannot detect him.

The old kobold shaman, staggering, walked into the mine for a long time, less than two meters from Sean.

Listening to the faint sound of footsteps, Sean bent over, bent his legs, grasped the ground with both feet, and grabbed the dagger with both hands, and suddenly burst out.

"Sting!"

The dagger stabbed into the kobold shaman's throat with precision, killing him with a single blow.

The old shaman, his cloudy eyes, widened in disbelief.

Although he is very old, he has not been good for a few years, and he may soon go to meet the kobold god, but that does not mean that he wants to die now. After fighting all his life, he finally became a superior, and he still wants to enjoy the feeling of being on top, as well as the graceful body of a head.

However, none of this is possible.

However, all dreams were dashed.

The old shaman lowered his hand, and the staff slammed against the ground, making a low sound, but no one cared. With the last of his strength, he closed his eyes.

You can't just keep your eyes peeled.

So, even if you're already a legendary mage, you can be killed by a thief who doesn't make it to the next level.

The tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the distracted shaman was not as good as a chicken!

Because of the speed, the kobold shaman shaman was killed before he could even scream, and the two strong kobolds were still fighting for barbecue, unaware of it.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

Mages have thin skin and little blood, and even legendary mages may be assassinated by ordinary thieves. He had the thrill of "taking the head of the general among the hosts", although now it was one-on-one. But the pleasure disappeared the next moment.

Fighting is for the harvest, and Sean needs to check his own gains. If there is no gain, the meaning of this battle is greatly diminished.

Picking up the staff in the shaman's hand, Sean's face appeared with joy.

"Kobold Shaman's Staff, White quality, Normal Equipment, Spell Effect +1."

"Pursuing the glory of the withered beard, guarding the pride of the kobolds, we have sealed the princess of the earth, we stand in the forest of the nations of the world, we walk in the land of Azeroth, we are legends!"