Chương 6: Patience is a virtue

It felt like almost an hour later.

Zoya, the red dragon, flew back carrying two dead bison.

Then she moved the boulder back to the doorway, partially obscuring the only exit and plunging the entire underground city into darkness once more.

"I see, she went out hunting..."

On the outskirts, Richard crouched on the ground analyzing intelligence.

This underground city is, and only is, his cage, not the red dragon's.

If people are hungry, they can naturally go out to find food.

The question is, why did the dragon leave so confidently?

Why not block the door or station a large number of kobolds to guard it? Aren't you afraid he'll take the opportunity to escape? Was it a momentary oversight, another instance of arrogance, or perhaps a deliberate trap?

Will this situation continue tomorrow or the day after?

Richard shook his head, unable to make a judgment for the moment.

Since that's the case, he doesn't plan to take the opportunity to sneak out for the time being.

After all, the risks involved are quite significant.

He only has two legs, so even if he manages to get back to the surface, it will be difficult for him to run very far in a short time.

If the Red Dragon notices something during this time, it will be almost impossible for him to find a suitable opening to slip through.

So...

Let's continue searching for the necromancer's tools.

Richard, with his back bent, continued walking westward.

at the same time.

In the city center, on the temple.

Zoya ate the beef roasted with dragon fire with gusto, feeling quite pleased with herself.

Richard was right; everything that had just happened was a trap she had set.

She deliberately placed the stone at the entrance aside, and she also deliberately sent most of the kobolds to hide inside and outside the gate, away from Richard's sight.

She herself never flew far, but caught the bison in just over ten minutes, and then lay on a nearby hilltop, watching the entrance like a toad eyeing a fly.

The purpose of this was to lure Richard out of the dungeon so that she and the kobolds could surround and intercept him in an open area.

Of course, Zoya was also aware that her behavior was too deliberate and would definitely arouse Richard's suspicion.

But she wasn't afraid of Richard's suspicions.

In her view, humans are extremely fragile creatures, and extremely prone to losing their rationality.

Being stuck in a dark and gloomy dungeon all day long will definitely make you miserable, and racking your brains without being able to think of a way to defeat the dragon will definitely make you despair.

In this situation, even if the human had a little bit of sense and saw through her trap, could he really not feel tempted when he saw the warm sunlight pouring in from the escape route?

If it doesn't itch for one day, or two days, what about three days? Or four days?

Humans are not like the rats living in burrows; they ultimately yearn for the sunlight.

As time goes by, the human spirit will inevitably be eroded by darkness, and gradually people will convince themselves to ignore the risks and gamble everything...

all in all.

Zoya believed that if she acted for a few more days, Richard would definitely fall for it.

It's all just a matter of time.

Unless that guy has some other hope of escaping through the gate that can sustain him in this situation...

Haha, how could that be?

Surely that guy wouldn't be stupid or crazy enough to just come and have sex with her, right?

That would be absolutely hilarious!

"Gugah (Master)!"

Just as Zoya was doing her calculations, the kobold warlock suddenly approached and respectfully asked, "Gaga gaga (Should we search for that human again tonight like we did yesterday)?"

Zoya hesitated for a moment, then replied:

"There's no need for that. Most of you should just stay near the exit. Just send out two teams as a show."

"This way, the human won't feel like there are too many enemies and won't dare to approach the gate, while still putting some pressure on him."

"But be careful not to get counter-attacked again!"

The red dragon didn't care about the lives of a few kobolds, but she really didn't want to be mocked by the bronze dragon.

"Gaga (Understood, Master!)" The warlock nodded frantically, like a chicken pecking at rice, and led his men back into the gap between the houses...

the other side.

Richard, with his dog sneaking around, finally reached the location indicated by the helmet.

It was a small square, about twenty meters square, paved with rough stone slabs.

In the very center is a well, surrounded by a bonfire, a large iron pot, and a drying rack with dried meat and salted fish. Further out are some low houses with piles of miscellaneous items at their entrances, and kobolds coming and going from time to time.

At the edge of the small square, there is a tower that has collapsed on the ground and broken into two pieces. This should be the tower mentioned in the helmet story, the one that originally stored the necromancer's tools.

really……

If you want to go in and search for things, you can't avoid the kobolds' lair.

Richard did not act impulsively. Instead, he circled the area twice and found a suitable hiding place.

It was a three-story building with many windows, but the staircase leading to the second floor was broken in half. Richard was tall and could barely manage to climb up by clinging to the edge, but the short dog-headed people couldn't.

Moreover, this location is exactly fifty meters from the lair and the tower, right at the limit of enhanced dark vision.

After more than a day of encounters, Richard has confirmed that although the kobolds can also see clearly in dim light, their field of vision is not as good as his, probably only twenty or thirty meters.

So when he hid in this little building, only he could see the camp, but the kobolds in the camp couldn't see him. This feeling was wonderful, just like when the whole class went on a picnic and someone gave them laxatives, but only you had a pack of toilet paper in your pocket!

cough.

In short, this is where Richard began his daily routine of stalking the kobolds.

He soon discovered that the situation seemed to be much better than he had expected!

This is the kobolds' lair, but they...

Doesn't seem to be very attached to home?

I used to be able to count about twenty, but now only seven or eight come back each night, and they leave after a short while. I don't know what they're doing there.

In reality, most of the time, this so-called lair was guarded by only two or three kobolds!

The scene of a huge, kobold-headed party that you might imagine simply doesn't exist!

It's so weird...

"Gurgle (How strange)..."

Just as Richard was wondering, the kobolds lying in ambush in the houses near the underground city's exit were also scratching their heads.

It's been almost three days, and that human hasn't even tried to get close to the exit once?

Is it possible to endure this much?

I'm so tired and bored, I just want to go home and sleep...

"Gah (Brothers, hang in there!)!"

The kobold warlock noticed his men's mood and quickly encouraged them:

"Guga (Master's plan is foolproof; that human will definitely come!)"

"Gag! (We absolutely cannot let our guard down at such a crucial moment!)"

"Gaga (Anyone who dares to slack off will have their skin irritated by my staff turning into a spirit-infused rod!)!"

Upon hearing the last sentence, the kobolds were immediately terrified... no, they immediately grasped the chieftain's spirit and stood up straight with gratitude!

Go home? No, we don't want to go home!

To exterminate humanity!

For Master Zoya!

To prevent dermatitis from worsening!

We must patiently hold our ground here!

On the other side...

Richard, however, had completely lost his patience.

That morning, after finishing the last of his food, he took advantage of the moment when the red dragon left the dungeon again, picked up his one-handed sword, and went to the kobolds' lair.

Nobody's going home, is that it...?

You like leaving your things at home all alone, don't you...?

That poet is about to go in!