Noble Emblem

There is no fairness in the world. Some people are reborn well. They are well-fed and well-dressed when they are born. They are free from illness and disaster. Even eating a hot dog can attract everyone's attention. Some people are born deaf and mute and are abandoned in the wild and do not survive more than three days.

It’s also unfair between races.

The elves have extraordinary appearance, and their average intelligence and lifespan are far superior to other races.

As for the kobolds, they were born in the dark underground and lived by eating dirt. Their lifespan generally does not exceed fifteen years. Those over ten years old are considered ‘elderly’.

What's even worse is that their living environment is extremely difficult. They are weak and unable to deal with any larger animals, let alone ferocious beasts. Small animals run so fast that they cannot catch up.

This is the Gobi wilderness. There are no plants and even few insects. Moreover, most of the insects have highly toxic 'weapons' for defense. Preying on these insects is dangerous and has little nutrition. The gain outweighs the loss.

Only when you occasionally encounter animals that are about to die of old age or die of illness can you treat them as them.

Kobolds have a digestive system that is only slightly worse than that of dragons. They can eat soil for a living, but they can only maintain their most basic mobility. If they swallow too much sandstone that cannot be fully digested, they will also suffer from nutritional deficiencies. Gradually die.

There is no light in the cave, but the kobolds have minimal true vision and can see everything around them.

It's just gray and white.

The smell here is overwhelming, and from time to time there is a roaring sound. It's the grinding sound the kobold makes as it swallows dirt.

A young kobold lay motionless on the ground. Suddenly it started shaking all over, spitting out a ball of undigested sand, twitching for a while and dying.

There were several kobolds nearby who looked over and then looked away the next second, appearing extremely numb. They have seen too many situations like this.

Only the Kobold's mother slowly moved to the Kobold's side, touched it lightly with her hand, and let out a weak whine.

Arkin walked over and nodded lightly at the little head. The crimson magic ball submerged into the little head man's body. After a while, the little head man seemed to become more energetic and began to chew the mud he had just spit out again.

Compared with the surrounding soil, this ball of mud stained with its gastric juice should be easier to digest.

Arkin sat softly on the ground, a little tired after using magic. But he knew better that the main reason was hunger.

If he could eat enough, it wouldn't be a problem to use magic a hundred times a day, not to mention once.

"This can't go on like this."

Alkin muttered.

Kobolds are also divided into tribes. The white-skinned sharp-tooth tribe he belongs to, because the land they occupy is not good, the energy contained in the soil is too little. Even if the tribesmen eat desperately, they cannot satisfy their own energy.

And many times the more you eat, the more you lose. The energy you get is not enough for eating and digestion.

Arkin took out a piece of dried meat he treasured.

The smell of meat immediately made the surrounding kobolds turn around, but when they saw that it was Altin, they suppressed their hunger and continued to eat the dirt on the ground or walls.

Swallowing the dried meat into his stomach, the kobold's digestion ability was very strong, and soon Arkin felt that his body had some strength.

He climbed up the low passage of the cave and used his strong forelimbs to dig through the specially sealed layer of soil. About half an hour later, he emerged from the ground and looked around cautiously. Indeed, there were no traces on the desolate red earth. After fighting the enemy, he crawled out from inside, and then sealed the hole with soil.

It was noon, and the sunlight was frighteningly strong.

There were layers of air waves floating on the almost desert-like red land, and the horizon in the distance was constantly and slightly distorted.

nice weather! Arkin looked at the red sun in the sky.

Although called kobolds, they are essentially a species of lizard, and hot temperatures have many positive benefits for them.

For example, faster blood flow brings more agility and faster thinking. Of course, it also causes the body to consume energy faster.

On this red land that has almost become a desert, there are almost no plants, and the occasional plants that can be seen are poisonous. Even with the digestion capabilities of kobolds, they cannot eat indiscriminately.

Arkin moved himself further away from the entrance of the lair, then fell down on the hot gravel ground, pretending to be dead.

Occasionally there were black spots flying over in the sky, and Alkin knew that those were vultures that specialized in feeding on carrion.

These vultures are its targets.

At this time, Alkin's body was full of putrid smell. Part of it was contaminated by the metabolites excreted by his tribe after staying in the cave for too long. The other part was the smell emanating from the corpses of his tribe, which stuck to his body.

Those tribesmen who died of illness or old age would not be buried, but would slowly enter the bellies of other tribesmen.

In a period of extreme food shortage, the corpse of any clan member is an important source of food to ensure that other clan members can live for a longer period of time.

The corpses of the tribesmen eat very slowly, and it doesn't matter if they rot. The powerful digestive system of the kobolds can defeat any spoiled food.

One of the clansmen's corpses was eaten yesterday, but the rotten smell still filled the cave.

Having lived in Bao's house for a long time, he didn't know its smell. For the time being, Altin himself couldn't smell the smell of rotting corpses.

But he believed that the vultures in the sky could smell it.

After lying in the sun for nearly half an hour, the two vultures flew lower and lower. Arkin heard the flapping of their wings, and narrowed his eyes slightly to see their figures.

It presses the breath even lower, trying to control the heartbeat and the flow of breath.

The two vultures flew lower and lower. They could smell the strong smell of Altyn's corpse, but their survival instincts and experience made them cautious.

They hovered above Altyn for at least ten minutes. After confirming that the creature below would not move, they finally flew down.

The moment they landed next to Alkin on the ground, Alkin suddenly jumped up, stretched out his claws, grabbed the two vultures by their necks, and twisted them hard, and the two vultures suddenly fluttered for a while. If it does, it will become a dead bird.

Arkin should have been very happy after catching two prey, but instead he secretly cursed.

It turned out that a vulture was struggling just now and pecked it. A small blood hole appeared on its left hand, and blood was slowly oozing out.

It immediately licked its own blood clean and temporarily sealed the wound with saliva. Then he grabbed two dead birds and ran towards the nest.

Following it to the entrance of the cave, it looked around, immediately opened the hole, threw the two birds in, then jumped into the hole itself, then sealed the entrance and thickened it with two or three layers.

Not long after it sealed the entrance of the cave, a nine-meter-long silver-scaled python sniffed the faint smell of blood and walked all the way to the entrance of the lair. After trying for a while and finding that he couldn't enter the cave, he huddled up nearby and waited silently.

Arkin put his ears to the ground and heard the sound of the giant snake moving. It opened its mouth silently, and then sat down.

After sucking a few mouthfuls of blood from the neck of a vulture, Arkin felt that there was more energy in his body, and then he carried two dead birds that were almost as big as himself back to the cave at the bottom.

Throw two birds into the tribe.

More than a hundred kobolds surrounded the two dead birds and salivated, but not a single kobold came forward to snatch the food.

After a while, several small little heads and old kobolds came out of the group. They drank the blood from the dead bird, ate some of the meat, and then retreated.

Then the two birds were divided into more than a hundred parts, and each part was broken into pieces as big as a little finger.

Two bird heads were placed in front of Arkin.

Other kobolds ate meat as big as their little fingers.

And Altin slowly crushed the two bird heads into pieces and swallowed them into his stomach.

Delicious!

Watching the tribesmen disperse, sleeping and eating dirt. That sentence flashed through Arkin's mind again.

This cannot go on.

Kobolds can eat dirt and can live for a long time if they stay in their caves. Altin drank some bird blood and ate two bird heads. This was the most food he had eaten in the past six months.

He then slept for more than ten days.

The silver python outside the cave has left.

After it stood up, it felt that its body seemed a little bigger. But it didn't pay attention to this matter, and instead summoned an old kobold in front of it.

"Aurora, I want to leave my tribe for a while."

"Why, Chief." The old kobold was shocked. Apart from Aurora, he was the second tribesman in the tribe who could think and speak normally. "Are you going to abandon us? Without your leadership and restraint, we will not survive." Only two years."

"I'm going out to find a new habitat or a new owner for the tribe." Arkin said calmly: "I will come back within a year at most. If I haven't come back by the time, it means that I died outside. "

"Chief, we can survive here without going out to take risks."

"Five years ago, there were more than 300 members of our tribe, but now there are only more than 100."

The old kobold looked confused. How is it possible for a kobold who doesn't even know the word and spends most of his life in caves to know what a 'year' is.

"Anyway, I will be back." Arkin grinned.

On the third day, he disappeared from the cave without a trace.

It used its weak fire breath to catch some prey along the way, slowly walked out of the red earth, and walked persistently in the direction of the setting sun.

Across grasslands, through dangerous forests, and across wide rivers. Although it was almost killed by ferocious beasts several times, it became stronger and stronger, could catch more and more prey, ate more and more, and became bigger and bigger.

At least a lot stronger than when he first came out.

The power of its flame breath has also increased significantly, and it can turn all objects within six meters into fly ash and turn rocks into magma.

Such a self should be very strong.

Alkin was a little swollen.

Then it saw an avenue of flagstones, large and beautiful flagstones.

Is this the human path?

Alkin came to this judgment based on the inherited knowledge in his mind.

How about finding a powerful human to fight and test your own strength?

It remembered that more than two hundred years ago, the kobolds were expelled to the red earth by humans.

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of horse hooves came from the distance. A young human man wearing armor rode up.

He had a long sword tied to his waist, and in his left hand he held a square shield emblazoned with the fire phoenix symbol. When he got closer, the young human discovered Altin.

A pair of blue eyes looked over.

Then Arkin's body was 'frozen'. It felt that every cell in its body was trembling, fearful, and wanted to scramble to escape from this place.

But because it was too scared, it couldn't control its body. I could only stand there 'quietly'.

Compared with this human being, those beasts and monsters are as weak as newborn babies. Alkin even had the illusion that there was a giant blue bird-shaped phantom behind the human in front of him.

Fortunately, the young man looked at it up and down for a while, then continued to ride away.

After the sound of horse hooves faded away, control finally returned to Alkin. Driven by fear, it scurries around instinctively, wanting nothing more than to escape from that terrifying human man.

After running for a day and a night, it regained some of its sanity. When it wanted to see what was going on around it, it found that it was surrounded by humans.

Then a noose tied it.

It only needs a little force to break free from this kind of lasso. There are not many powerful humans around, so it looks very weak. But it didn't dare to move, for fear that casually killing humans would attract the terrifying human youth just now.

"Let me see what I caught, a kobold." The tall human man looked at it with some surprise: "I heard that it has been more than a hundred years since I saw a kobold entering the human world at will. This is just What's going on? Lost?"

The inexplicable inherited knowledge in its mind allowed it to understand what humans said, but its thinking was now in a state of confusion and it was unable to respond at all.

"Send it to Watking City and see if anyone wants it. The priests of Watking City like to collect some weird things."

Although Alkin could break the rope and escape now, for some reason, he sat down quietly.

In fact, it proved that its decision was right.

Although humans did not give it freedom and kept it in a small cage, they gave it a piece of black bread regularly every day along the way.

This is the most food-like food that Alkin has ever eaten.

The first time he tasted bread, he almost cried.

The cage was placed on the cart and wandered around for five days. Then they came to a huge city wall.

A huge black dragon head hangs on the city wall.

Arkin held his head in the cage, trembling.

Humans are terrible, terrible. They actually dared to kill the black dragon owner and even hung its head as a trophy.