Chapter Twenty-Six: The Kobold Tribe
"I don't understand."
Jixing listened carefully to the exchange between the kobolds.
Do not understand.
Traveling to a world where individual power is strong, the biggest problem is not only the danger posed by power, but also information.
What can I do if I don't understand.
This is how the Earth Walk thinks about the exchange of information between the Black-scaled Kobolds.
This was bad news, but the good news soon arrived.
The four black-scaled kobolds spotted the withered parasitic plants, and after a brief exchange, they immediately returned to the depths of the ground.
The earth walked to the black-scaled bird-faced dragon who seemed to be intending to approach the kobold, and passed on the command to stay away.
This time, the black-scaled bird-faced dragon did not hesitate any longer, but directly dodged.
But.......
The Ground Walk could be seen through a small map-like fluctuating vision, and its gaze was moving with a few kobolds.
He had no doubt that the black-scaled bird-faced dragon would have some kind of opportunity to run deep underground to try to contact those kobolds.
Such a situation also made Dixing confirm his thoughts again.
Unreliable.
This black-scaled bird-faced dragon can't be trusted.
Otherworldly creatures are unreliable.
No, even if it's Yaron or something, it may not be reliable.
You can't pin your hopes on these guards.
It's okay to take them or deal with things that are less cost-effective and inefficient for you to deal with yourself, but don't invest major resources in them.
If resources are distributed proportionally, then the proportion of oneself and theirs ...... 7:3?
No, 8:2.
Looking at the situation again, if there is no effective enough control method, if the hidden danger is large, even 9:1 is okay.
Even if it's inside the guard, divide and conquer.
It's decided.
In the future, each expansion core, under the condition that it can be controlled, must use different kinds of paleontology as the base.
At the very least, they should be different enough in appearance that they can't be so easily combined.
At this moment, the earth line set the rough main course of action for its future actions.
If it is someone else, because of some signs of the black-scaled bird-faced dragon, there is a crisis of confidence in their future power, perhaps the source is insecurity, and it is often personal safety.
But the earth is not afraid of death, and if it has to be carefully analyzed, it can only be classified into the category of control.
Although the desire for control and security often go hand in hand, because of insecurity, you want to control the various elements that you have access to, so that you are in a safe situation and do not fall into danger.
However, the word control is too wide, planning and design can be included in these behaviors, you take a shower and are afraid of getting dirty can be said to be controlling, and eating and cutting into small pieces can also be the embodiment of control......
To a certain extent, it can be said that human beings, intelligent beings, as long as they meet the category of "orderly", can be said to be the embodiment of control.
And if he walks on the ground, he has no anxiety about his personal safety, and he is not afraid of death......
Soon, he found the source from memory.
Fear of bugs, confusion, or even chain reactions.
The program ape and all kinds of old brothers and sisters who can deal with the program will have more or less problems.
Compared with "endangering safety", the earth's desire to control the black-scaled bird-faced dragon probably comes from this direction.
Even, Dixing felt that he was now somewhat thinking of "clearing this black-scaled bird-faced dragon".
"That's right, when you make plans and predict risks, don't just treat it as a part of your own power, and when you make plans, it's OK if you don't count it as an expectation, or give them an uncontrollable level, and directly rank them into the sequence of wild monsters, and include them in the attack target."
Be prepared when you anticipate the risk, what you should do when the risk arises, and if there is really a force that is harmful to him and a behavior that is harmful to him, then eliminate it directly.
He didn't have the disease of the Virgin, and in his previous life he didn't like to be generous to others, let alone himself, who loved to forgive and die for it.
After thinking about it, he shifted his gaze from the black-scaled bird-faced dragon hiding on the side to the four kobolds:
"These kobolds are in such a hurry, will they bring more kobolds back after returning to the underground?"
"That way, it's dangerous."
......
The four kobolds galloped all the way back to the swampy kobold lair, located almost at the lowest level of the crypt area.
Despite the solid and dense mountains, there are also murky waters.
Waterholes are densely packed and staggered here.
The only good news is probably that there are no creatures in these pools that are strong enough to threaten the swamp kobolds.
Only a few bone-eating worms are in.
These worms, capable of eating the bones of living beings, can eat the inedible bones of swamp kobolds, and can also eat the scaly bones of dead kobolds.
As for the flesh and blood of the dead kobolds, where is it?
When there is a lack of food, these eat bone-eating worms that cause itching all over the body, and the swamp kobolds will not let go, so where else can they go.
And the swamp kobold people have no resistance to this kind of treatment.
It's better than in the winter when those bones suddenly stand up and attack them.
The swamp kobolds inhabited in this almost completely hollow crypt numbered only sixty.
That's enough.
Because they are worried about the elves who will patrol and sweep from time to time, they live underground almost all year round, rarely leave the surface, and even when they do, they only choose to go out at night.
And the various living creatures that grow and reproduce in this crypt can only feed the swamp kobold with a number of about 50 to 70.
The kobold warlock, that is, the leader of the swamp kobold tribe, Demos, remembers very well that there were originally some creatures that would go to the ground to hunt and eat underground, and when those creatures were used as prey, there were three kobold tribes in the most prosperous period of the swamp kobolds, and each tribe had about forty swamp kobolds.
However, as those elves cleared again and again, not only did there become fewer creatures on the ground, but some of the races that would go out hunting underground were also eliminated, and in the end, except for some who ran away, those races were turned into food by the swamp kobolds.
And then.....
Three swamp kobold tribes, one kobold tribe tried to move to the surface, but was wiped out by the patrolling elves, and the remaining two tribes attacked each other for food, and finally only one kobold tribe remained.
However, because of the decrease in food, this kobold tribe is now unable to expand its scale.
Even, the original tribal name of "Dragon's Breath" has been forgotten by most kobolds.
Batch after batch of kobolds have been replaced, most of them are timid and cowardly, even if they are stronger than the enemy, when they are the only one, they dare not fight.
Demos looked at his cowardly and timid companions, and couldn't help but think of the young and strong, different kobold, with a strong curiosity and courage - Hagu.
If it were the age of the Three Tribes, it might have become the king of the swamp kobolds who ruled all the kobolds in this crypt, right?
However, now.......
Since the previous chiefs were reluctant to teach because they feared that the young kobolds would go to the earth out of curiosity or self-pride in their strength.
By now, these swamp kobolds don't even speak fluently.
Backward, primitive, and ignorant.
Demos had no doubt that this swampy kobold tribe would eventually perish underground.
But what can you do?
Not to mention saving or anything, I'm just a half-outsider.
Except for some knowledge he learned from the kobold old warlock who fled here with him across the swamp, he didn't even learn a few of the old warlock's spells, and even so, he could become the leader of this tribe.
Remembering the past, Demos looked at the rock wall above him.
Should I explore the surface once before I die, as Hagu said?
And at this time, with the low chant on behalf of the vigilance and the sound of lifting the vigilance, four kobolds who came straight to him appeared in Dimos's vision.
Are you back? Looking a little rushed?