For a coward afraid of death, the best way to control him was to threaten his life.
After realizing that something terrifying had been placed inside his heart, Kao, the Kobold Mage, completely ignored the pain from his broken arm and toes. He scrambled and fled deeper underground toward the tribe's gathering place.
Along the way, he passed through one narrow tunnel after another, each only about thirty centimeters high, moving through this underground labyrinth carved out by kobolds as if no one was there.
Without a doubt, relying solely on these sprawling, intricate underground passages stretching for dozens of kilometers, the kobolds could remain invincible.
Because whether it was the humans of the present, the Amani Trolls, or the Orcs who would one day sweep across the entire eastern continent, none of them could gain any advantage here.
Especially the countless tunnels that became narrower the deeper one went—they were like death traps.
Given the size of humans, Trolls, and Orcs, by the time they discovered they could not pass through the "dog holes" ahead, it would already be too late to turn back.
The kobolds would use their self-made weapons, magic, and poison to teach those invaders trapped in cramped spaces, unable to advance or retreat, a proper lesson.
Unfortunately, today they had encountered Allen, who never played by the rules and was incomparably sinister and cunning.
You must know that when dealing with Non-Human Races, Allen had always stopped at nothing and never felt even the slightest psychological burden.
With anxiety and urgency driving him, Kao soon limped back to the tribe's gathering place.
As one of the few mages in the tribe, he was quickly received by the chieftain, a powerful kobold warrior with a black tail.
The moment they met, the latter immediately asked, "How