The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"Tap tap tap..."

The hard soles of the shoes made a crisp sound, like the beat of a drum, as they clashed against the rocky ground.

Lorraine tossed aside his backpack, gripped his sword in both hands, and like a falcon flying close to the ground, swiftly traversed the mine using the scaffolding and scattered wooden crates.

He felt himself in a state of focus he had never experienced before, and the things along the way flashed by like a slow-motion movie, yet were clearly visible.

There are three on the left, two on the right, and one at the very back.

A short spear, no armor or leather armor, and something hanging at the waist, which seems to be a sling?

The information presented was quickly broken down into fragments, then pieced back together, leading to a conclusion:

Start with the two on the right and take them down one by one.

"I'll go to the right!"

Upon hearing this, Piper pounded his left chest twice, his breathing became heavy, his face turned red, and he appeared to have gained weight.

"You hairless bastard, take this punch! Hahahaha!"

The halfling transformed into a streak of red light and crashed into the three dog-headed men on the left.

The scene before him reminded Lorraine of her bowling days.

Those three poor dog-headed men were like glass pins, only they were made of glass. They were sent flying backward one by one by the powerful impact.

"Tsk tsk..."

Lorraine felt much more at ease. He moved his arm and wielded his longsword in an arc, cleaving the incoming spear in two.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade sliced ​​across the neck of a kobold, drawing a line of blood.

It stared wide-eyed in terror, clutched its throat with both hands, stumbled back two steps, and bumped into its companion.

"waste!"

The kobold behind him cursed in a disheveled manner.

He pushed his companion aside, stepped forward, gripped his short spear tightly, and pointed it at the human before him—

Raise your hand, stab!

It has practiced this move for a long time. At first, it only practiced on straw men, then on its own kind and enemies, and now it is so skillful that it is like an instinct.

Even the most powerful enemy will fall to its spear, and this human before us will be no exception!

The short spear pierced the air, but there was no familiar resistance. It let out a puzzled "Huh?" and wondered if its power had become that strong.

It looked ahead.

The flame suddenly appeared in the human's hand; he reached out and grabbed it—it was so bright...

"What is that kobold doing?"

Lorraine, completely bewildered, pulled her hand back.

The kobold in front of him collapsed to the ground, emitting a burnt meat smell.

"Whoa—"

A piercing whistle rang out.

Lorraine looked in the direction of the whistle and saw that the kobold at the very back had somehow pulled out a whistle and was blowing it with all its might.

It turns out that what he was doing was buying time for his teammate...

As the thought flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but feel a deep respect for the corpse on the ground.

But he didn't stop the kobold; they had been walking for so long and still couldn't see the end of the mine.

Who knows where the rest of the kobolds are hiding? It's better to let this one summon them all.

"Pip, light the rest of the torches first." He waited patiently for the kobold to blow his whistle.

"I'll take care of these bastards once I've done that."

Piper, wielding a hammer, finished off the kobolds he had just knocked away before taking out the remaining torches from his pack, lighting them, and throwing them nearby.

Flames ignited, and the burning grease emitted the smell of roasted meat skin, which mingled with the surrounding fishy and pungent odors, making the air even more murky.

They were in the central hall of the mine, where several thick stone pillars were illuminated from the darkness by torches, seemingly connected to the vaulted ceiling.

Two rusty railway tracks lay on the ground, stretching crookedly into the darkness, the sleepers somewhat rotten.

"puff."

Seeing that the kobold was trying to escape, Lorraine chased after it and plunged her sword into its back, finally stopping the piercing whistle.

It hadn't been long since he had his first humiliating battle with goblins, and he never expected that he could deal with these kobolds so easily now.

Lorraine was momentarily filled with emotion.

"Are we just going to sit here and wait for them to come and die?"

Piper kicked the corpse on the ground and asked.

Lorraine looked around, gazing at the crisscrossing wooden frames above her, and an idea gradually formed in her mind.

"We'll climb up and hide, then ambush the kobolds when they come."

"You go up by yourself, I don't know how to come down." The short man waved his hand.

"OK."

Lorraine thought so too.

He climbed the steps to the spot where he had first encountered the kobold, whose corpse had already fallen and was now lying on a wooden plank not far away.

The planks on the shelf were rather narrow, so he slowed his pace, crept up to the body, and began searching it.

There was also a short spear with a metal tip. Although the tip was a bit cracked, it might come in handy for a sneak attack.

Sling...I don't know how to use it.

All that was left were some odds and ends; these kobolds were even poorer than goblins.

Lorraine wasn't sure how good the kobolds' sense of smell was, and fearing the burnt smell of the corpses would attract their attention, he could only move to another location with his short spear and longsword.

He quietly lay prone on the ground and waited.

The current position is perfect; not only can we see the area illuminated by the torches, but we can also observe Piper's location, making it easy to launch an attack together at any time.

However, Piper, in his manic state, was clearly not very patient. He found a wooden box and hid behind it, his fingers anxiously scratching at his leather armor.

"$#%&￥!"

A cacophony of sounds soon came from a certain direction, and four pairs of eyes emerged from the darkness, slowly approaching the torches in the hall.

They seemed very wary, taking a long time to reach the edge of the torch's range. Lorraine was afraid that Piper would be unable to resist rushing forward, but he actually waited obediently in place.

A kobold emerged from the shadows, its back hunched, its equipment no different from the previous ones.

It carefully approached the torch, squinted, and picked it up, intending to extinguish the flames.

The firelight moved along its hand, illuminating the other three kobolds behind it.

Two ordinary kobold scouts flanked a kobold that was extremely muscular, almost the same size as Piper in his berserk state.

It carried a round shield covered in scales in one hand and a broadsword in the other, and wore a very thick set of hard leather armor.

"Idiot! *￥@!"

It angrily urged the dog-headed man on.

This must be the elite unit. Lorraine observed it carefully.

It seems to be a Dragon Shield Guardian? He had seen part of its description in the manual:

Elite warriors among the kobolds, with a thin layer of dragon blood flowing through their veins, undergo rigorous training from a young age to learn how to unleash the dragon blood within them.

Can Lightning Pull and Burning Hand kill it instantly? That shield looks very sturdy; it would be troublesome if I were to ambush it and it got blocked.

It's better to solve the smaller problem first, and then the two of you can slowly wear it down together.

Having found a clue, Lorraine no longer concealed her presence.

"Clean up the small ones first!"

He jumped straight down from mid-air.