Mining? Fighting for territory? The age-old feuds between city-states? Delicious food? Dragon blood?
As Ruger walked, he thought about these things.
At first glance, these things seemed unrelated, but from another angle, they might turn out to be closely connected. Some might say they were all desires, all resources. From yet another angle, they might be called missions and fate's entanglement, or the laws of nature that everything living in this world had to obey. Ruger had found another angle as well: transcendence. Of course, he could not achieve that yet—not with his current strength—but as long as he became a powerful Wizard, none of this would remain a problem, nor would any of it matter.
Ruger considered himself a lazy fellow. Even after learning of the existence of the Dragonborn Kobolds, he had once fantasized about truly becoming a giant dragon, then growing stronger simply by lazing around and sleeping. It was the wonderful mysteries of the Wizard's path recorded in Ka Liu's diary, along with the expensive dragon-related experimental materials mentioned from time to time, that had held him back from such thoughts.
Because he had started from a different location, he had taken a slight detour. Fortunately, he had chosen the right fork.
In the end, he was gradually drawing closer to the boulder where the Half-Man was.
As he walked, he suddenly felt that he really had become a Kobold. He seemed to be doing more than merely accepting benefits and running errands for others. He was also clinging to the leg of the powerful Half-Man for the sake of the Wizard's path. Compared with the so-called Kobolds relying on the Holy Lord, there seemed to be a difference, yet not that great a difference.
A series of booming sounds rang out. Ruger stopped letting his