The Frog Fell Over?

Dog Gnomes were creatures similar to Doghead People, but only half the size of humans. Apart from their keen noses, they had almost no special abilities. Yet this race blossomed everywhere across the Wasteland, because their sharp sense of smell let them locate battlefields and rush over at the first opportunity to gather the first haul.

Naturally, they were immensely proud of their sense of smell. They could accurately distinguish more than three thousand scents, surpassing most races.

This helped them return severed limbs and remains to their proper owners. At the Undead Nest, Li Ziran had once had the fortune of meeting a Dog Gnome merchant. Without exaggeration, the corpses they provided were absolutely the most intact among all corpse haulers.

Li Ziran watched the Dog Gnomes in the distance stripping the battlefield like ants, and he knew very well how to deal with these little fellows.

Strength and profit—those two things alone were enough to make these Dwarves behave themselves.

After returning to human form, he made no effort to hide himself and strode into the Dog Gnome ranks like a Giant.

With an outsider intruding, the Dog Gnomes instinctively grabbed broken arrows nearby and guarded themselves, seemingly intending to drive off this intruder. After all, he was only a human.

But when the Dog Gnomes approaching Li Ziran writhed violently and turned into little snakes one after another, the last shred of their courage was scared clean away.

Some at the very edge even fled. They knew perfectly well that someone they could not afford to provoke had arrived.

Li Ziran was quite satisfied. He had deliberately restrained his methods, transforming only five Dog Gnomes and not devouring their souls. These fellows had it hard enough already, living at the bottom and surviving day after day by