Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

The combination of grease and fire is Lance's best partner for clearing out mobs—a fact that has been proven countless times in previous gang raids.

The only difference now is that the human thugs have been replaced with scaly kobolds, and the effect is still outstanding.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

The dog-headed figures in the sea of ​​fire drifted around like headless flies.

Some rolled on the ground trying to put out the fire on their bodies, but ended up covered in oil, which only made the fire burn brighter.

Some tried to rush towards the cave entrance, but after only two steps they slipped and fell directly into the fire with a muffled "plop," and then there was no more movement.

The two dog-headed men finally reached the exit, their eyes filled with hope.

As long as... as long as we can get to that place...

"puff!"

Finn's arrow pierced the heart of a kobold.

"Bang!"

The head of a kobold was shattered by Lance's [Magic Blast].

[Killed 42 level 0 kobolds, gained 42 experience points]

[Defeat 6 level 1 kobold warriors to gain 60 experience points]

[Defeat 2 level 2 kobold warriors to gain 40 experience points]

Current experience: 512/4000

The group passed through the charred cave, the air filled with the aroma of roasting meat...

If you ignore the fact that it's kobold flesh, Lance actually thinks it tastes pretty good.

Logan covered his nose: "Ugh...this smell..."

"Bear with it," Greta said expressionlessly. "There's something even worse coming."

Lance:

"Why are these two people different from normal people?"

Finn remained silent.

He had seen it clearly – Lance's combo, from casting to finishing, took less than ten seconds. The forty-odd kobolds didn't even have a chance to fight back; they were instantly turned into kebabs.

"Is this what a mage is...?"

Finn's eyes were complicated.

Lance, oblivious to his gaze, was crouching beside a kobold corpse, rummaging through it.

"What are you looking for?" Cielsa asked, leaning closer.

"Loot." Lance tossed the tattered spear aside. "But these paupers have nothing on them... not even a copper coin."

"Dog-headed people don't need money, right?"

"Too."

Lance stood up, cleaned himself up, and continued walking.

This mine is really big.

As you go deeper, the passage becomes wider.

After turning a corner, another group of kobolds appeared ahead.

This time the number is smaller, around twenty.

They were sharing something—when everyone saw the pile of things, Cielsa immediately covered her mouth and took two steps back.

It was a human corpse.

To be precise, it's half a body.

"These beasts..." Dulak gripped his battle axe tightly, his beard trembling with rage.

Greta didn't speak, but her grip on the sword tightened.

Logan spat out, "Damn it."

But he still kept his duty in mind and stayed by Lance's side, not rushing out to kill indiscriminately.

Lance narrowed his eyes.

He didn't speak, he just raised his hand.

[Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!]

Three ghastly green beams of light shot out almost simultaneously—the first pierced the head of the foremost kobold, the second pierced the chest of the second one, and the third strung the third and fourth together.

The remaining kobolds finally realized what was happening and scattered in screams.

But it was too late; Lance and his men were already close.

[Aard Sign!]

An invisible force field swept past, and the ten slowest kobolds were sent flying as if struck by lightning, crashing into the wall with muffled thuds, and then sliding down without moving.

The six kobolds that ran the fastest were pierced through the chest by six small stones that had been enchanted with the [Magic Stone Spell].

All twenty kobolds were wiped out.

Lance glanced at the panel—

[Killed 17 level 0 kobolds, gained 17 experience points]

[Defeat 2 level 1 kobold warriors to gain 20 experience points]

[Defeat 1 level 2 kobold warriors to gain 20 experience points]

Current experience: 567/4000

"It's still too slow," Lance frowned.

Drak wiped the blood from his face: "Lord Lance, is this slow? I think it's pretty fast."

"You don't understand." Lance waved his hand. "Continue."

Next, Lance led the Iron Fist Squad in a one-sided massacre in the mine.

……

The perspective shifts to Scala.

Skala was lying on the altar, enjoying a massage from two beautiful female dog-headed people (in Skala's eyes).

One hand massaged the left shoulder, the other the right leg; the technique was rough, but the force was just right.

It squinted its eyes, hissed contentedly in its throat, and flicked its tail.

Life has been getting better and better lately.

Since it became a warlock a few years ago and led the tribe to occupy this abandoned mine, the entire kobold tribe has worshipped it like a god.

Want to eat meat? Yes.

Want some water? Yes.

Want to sleep with a female dog-headed man? — There are plenty.

Skara extended a claw, picked his teeth, and flipped through the "Warlock's Guide" he had stolen from the human merchant.

The pages were tattered and stained with oil and blood, but it could still make out some of the pictures and symbols on them.

It's the smartest dog-headed human ever!

"Hiss... According to the book, I should be able to advance to level 5 soon," Skara muttered to himself. "Once I reach level 5, I'll get even more powerful spells, and then..."

Scala begins to fantasize about the future—

First, control all the kobolds in the mine, then expand outwards, plundering all the surrounding human villages. Steal food, women, and those glittering gold coins and gems.

Once I'm stronger, I might be able to unify all the kobold tribes in this region and become the king of the kobolds!

Then, all the female dog-headed people will be mine! All of them!

Skala became more and more excited as he thought about it, his tail swishing like a windmill, and he hissed and chuckled foolishly.

"Hiss—!"

Suddenly, it opened its eyes wide.

A strange chill ran down its spine—it was its warlock instinct, a premonition of impending danger.

"What happened?"

Scarla jumped down from the altar, pushed aside the two slaves, and pricked up her pointed ears to listen carefully.

Screams could be faintly heard from deep within the passage.

The hissing sound was the kobold's scream.

And... the sound of flames burning? An explosion?

Scarla's expression changed.

It rushed to the edge of the cave and pressed its ears against the rock wall.

The screams grew clearer and clearer, one after another, rising and falling. There were also rumbling sounds, as if something was exploding.

"An intruder?!"

Scala's pupils instantly contracted to a slit.

It immediately recalled something it had experienced as a child—when several kobold tribes in the vicinity were wiped out by human adventurers.

Their own tribe was attacked, and their parents were killed by adventurers.

He survived by being resourceful and making a timely strategic retreat.

Now it's its turn?