When it was dark, Apache slipped into Isttalon hiding in a caravan wagon. The guards at the gates of the city discussed the news of the plague in low voices, some absent-minded and did not examine it carefully.

In recent days, the number of caravans along the King's Road has been drastically reduced, and it is said that a plague broke out in Corbillon to the north, and half of the caravans that escaped from there died in the forest, and the corpses were piled up all over the King's Road. One by one, the survivors lost their souls, and when they saw the gates of Istalen, they desperately squeezed inside, for fear of being stopped outside.

"Stupid humans. Apache overheard the guard's conversation and shook his head. Even though there has never been a concept of "hygiene" for generations, kobolds themselves rarely get sick. They saw illness as a curse on the blind goddess Ankaren, and the high priests of many tribes had a deep understanding and awareness of it.

As a soothsayer of this sub-tribe of the Long Tail, Apache learned mainly focused on rituals and divination, although he also had an understanding of various diseases. If there is a disease in his community, he should be killed as soon as possible and buried far away, so that the whole community can be protected.

It's not like these ignorant humans, who only care about running for their lives, without thinking about whether or not they will spread the disease to their kind.

Many people think that kobolds are just uncivilized humanoid monsters, but they ignore the fact that they actually have intelligence. Kobolds share the same faith as humans, they worship Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and have a true priest, the earth diviner. The diviner is responsible for presiding over tribal rituals and passing on history, and also has wisdom far beyond that of ordinary humans.

Apache had been a geodiviner for thirty years, and when he was a child, he was captured by a mage to use as experimental material, and later became the mage's experimental assistant by accident. After the mage's death, he was sold to the drow nobles, worked as a slave and pet, and after escaping, he worked as a thief and a stall. These experiences in his youth made him a legend among the tribe, and at the same time made him a cunning man.

The Groundwalker's war for the king intensifies, and almost all of the dungeons are involved. The battle of the mighty detonated the sleeping Amperal volcano, and the bursting magma flooded the Mushroom Plains, displacing countless underground races and forcing them to fall victim to war.

The Great Chief of the Longtail Clan is under the command of the Dungeon Lord for food, while Apache leads his tribe to choose to leave quietly. He knew the malevolent minds of the drow elves and did not believe any of their promises.

Apache led the tribe into exile, and along the way, they unexpectedly obtained a magical artifact that protected them from their enemies and led them to their way to the surface world. He regarded this sacred relic as a blessing from the goddess of the earth, and was always closely protected by himself, never allowing anyone to touch it.

Although Apache was cautious enough, he could not stop the greed in his people's hearts. While he was busy dealing with the attack of human mercenaries on the ground, a despicable thief stole the relics and tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape. But under the sudden intensification of the human offensive, this unlucky fool was shot by an arrow and cut off his head only halfway through.

When the relics are lost, so does the mysterious power of the sheltered tribes. Apache, who was directing the battle, suddenly looked up, and he felt a powerful and evil force rush up from the depths of the earth, sweeping across the battlefield. Immediately after, the earth wailed, and the entire mountain began to tremble, and he realized that the hidden barrier he had placed in the underground passage had been shattered by brute force.

Apache wiped a cold sweat from his head, and without hesitation, he ordered the tribe to throw all their strength into forcing these mercenaries outside, who were more annoying than flies, out of the mine. After nightfall, he led the remnants of his clan to slowly retreat from the other side of the Red Rock Ridge and hide in the forest.

Although the losses are heavy, there is still hope after all. As long as he retrieves the artifact before those guys from the ground rush up, he still has a chance to save his tribe. Through divination, he learns that humans have brought relics back to the city, but Apache is convinced that humans cannot recognize the value of kobold relics.

"Stupid humans. Apache gritted his teeth and underestimated again, covered his face with a hood, and jumped out of the car and slipped into the alley before no one was looking.

With a vague sense of the holy object in his mind, the kobold geodiviner walked along the base of the wall in the direction he had identified. He was twice as tall as a regular kobold, and he looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old child from the outside, hidden in a cloak.

Although he had never entered a human city before, Apache had wandered the drow dungeons for years. He thought that this inconspicuous outfit would not attract anyone's attention, but he made a common sense mistake - it was normal for the dungeon to be disguised by all kinds of races and assassination plots. But in the human society that is unexpectedly orderly, especially the military-controlled Isttalon, such a sneaky appearance in broad daylight is extremely suspicious.

Turning the corner, Apache twitched his nose and noticed a shop not far away selling steaming meatloaf. He had been fighting and moving all day yesterday, and he had no time or mood to eat, but now he suddenly smelled the aroma of food, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The diviner hesitated for a moment, but succumbed to the temptation and decided to fill his stomach before tracking down the whereabouts of the holy relic.

In order to avoid attracting attention, he did not directly rob or steal, but chose to pay as honestly as a human. But when he walked up to the boss and took out his pocket, he suddenly remembered that he didn't have a common currency on him at all!

Kobolds are accustomed to exchanging minerals for food with other underground races, and usually their fellow races are bartering, while Apache is a noble person, and they don't need to do anything they want, and over time they naturally forget the habits of life in the big city.

Under the suspicious gaze of his boss, Apache stubbornly pulled out a thumb-sized piece of gold from his pocket. This piece of gold is actually the spell casting material he used for divination, and at this time, in order not to cause trouble, he can only use it alive first.

Wait a minute...... Wouldn't it be more noticeable to buy meatloaf with gold? The overly nervous earth diviner's mind suddenly turned, his hands trembled, and the back of his head suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The boss was taken aback, but he didn't pull out the machete to kill people as Apache imagined, he just frowned, slapped the head of the diviner and scolded angrily: "Who are you, so ignorant! Why don't you put it away and wait for the thief?

This is a good old man! Apache skillfully pretended to be beaten and turned away, but in his heart he made a positive assessment of his boss. It's harder to meet a good old guy in a dungeon than to pick up a dragon egg, where there are only robbers, villains, crooks, and psychopaths.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through two more alleys, and he could vaguely feel the smell of the holy relics in front of him, but Apache's steps were getting slower and slower, and his mind was still thinking about the meatloaf on the boss's stall.

The kobold tribe migrated from underground, and there was little dry food left in stockpiles. Those dried rat meat and black grass roots can barely satisfy their hunger in normal times, but they are rubbish compared to the fragrant meatloaf.

Apache heard his stomach rumbling, and a voice in his heart persuaded him to give up the relic, go back to the kind boss, and buy all the meatloaf for gold. But his sense of responsibility as a geodiviner tells him that the relics are more important to the tribe as a whole, and they must not be abandoned halfway. He hesitated, but still didn't look back.

At this moment, Apache felt that he was really a kobold hero with high moral character and strong will.

The earth diviner, who had withstood the torture of his soul, quickened his pace, turned the corner of the street, and finally clearly felt the breath of the holy relic. He squinted his eyes and looked intently, quickly locking on to his target.

It was a young human girl, dressed in a tawny plaid skirt and carrying a basket of freshly baked honey bread. The breath of the holy relics was attached to her, and it looked like the bread was ...... No, it looks like she's supposed to have touched the relics. Just grab her and grab the bread...... No, it's to be tortured, to ask for bread from her mouth......

"Cunning human!" Apache wanted nothing more than to bang his head against the wall, hunger had eaten away at his mind to the point where he couldn't think properly. The kobold's natural keen sense of smell makes the aroma of food exponentially magnified in his mind, and the saliva that seduces him secretes wildly, and he can't swallow it cleanly.

The illusion of bread became more and more real, and finally it slowly approached. Apache sucked hard, realizing that the bread in front of him was not a hallucination.

"Child, are you hungry?" the girl's sweet voice sounded in her ears, like a heavenly sound.

I've met good people again...... Apache the Diviner bit down on the bread and burst into tears.

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