I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 94 The New Nest

"sure!"

Wilder replied.

He shared the same idea as Cyrion.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth, and this principle applies in every world.

"Should we go now? Or go back to town to rest for a while before setting off?" he asked.

"The nearest marker is only an hour away, let's go straight there."

Cyrion looked at his teammates. "What do you guys think?"

"I'm fine," Wilder replied.

After a night's rest, his magical power had recovered to 80%.

Moreover, he was far from leveling up and needed a lot of experience points, so he wanted to seize any opportunity to gain more experience.

"I'm fine with it too."

Lyle nodded, then said, "But what about our luggage?"

"I'll keep the gold coins with me at all times. I'll leave my luggage here and come back to pick it up later."

Cyrion looked around. "This cave is extremely well hidden; no one should be able to find it."

Joffrey agreed.

He had just acquired four different exquisite daggers yesterday and was worried about having nowhere to test them out, so he used the kobold to sharpen them today.

Only Gru is left.

"Who wouldn't do a job that makes money? There might even be a hundred gold coins in the new cave; I could stay in the tavern all year!"

Lyle nodded quickly: "I hope so. I won't have to team up with you for the rest of the year."

"You really know how to hurt people with your words..."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Wilder interrupted the two adversaries' conversation, pointing to the dragon scale in his palm, "I want to keep this for myself. When we get back and settle the payment, just deduct this part from my share."

"No need, just like last time, it's yours directly."

Cyrion chuckled. "After all, we have no interest in going into a room full of corpses and rummaging through that stuff. It's destined for you, so keep it!"

"It might even be a predestined relationship!"

Gru grinned and said, "I've heard of adventurers getting together with goblins and ogres, but I've never heard of anyone doing it with a dragon. Maybe you can actually take down a dragon!"

"what?"

Wilder's lips twitched.

If it's not dried well enough, will it be turned to ashes by the dragon's breath?

"Stop talking nonsense, Wilder has Talia."

Cyrion, unusually, joined in with a joke, "That girl seems quite demure, much better than a dragon!"

"Well……"

Wilder did not argue.

Just now, the image of Talia did flash through his mind.

I wonder what her reaction will be when she sees the second identical dragon scale?

If she buys both pieces, wouldn't she lose all ten gold coins she earned from providing the information?

……

Finally, the group left their luggage in the kobold leader's room.

There were more than thirty kobolds and the corpses of two kobolds inside, and the smell of blood and stench was the strongest.

Even if someone finds that place, they probably won't stay long, let alone discover the row of luggage hidden behind the bed.

After settling their luggage, the team set off lightly.

As usual, Lyle set off first to scout the way.

Joffrey wandered around the group, constantly on guard against any monsters that might approach from any direction.

From Wilder's perspective, with Lyle's recovery and Joffrey's addition, the team's configuration became increasingly complete.

Two melee fighters, two ranged DPS fighters, and one free agent.

Based on the game thinking from my previous life, it would be even more perfect if I added a priest who could increase defense and buffs.

After walking for about an hour, Lyle suddenly glided down from the treetops and came to his teammates.

"Kobold lair discovered."

This half-elf, who usually had a strong sense of aloofness, spoke with a hint of excitement, "It matches the location marked on the map perfectly."

"Holy crap! They're serious!"

Gru grinned so wide his mouth stretched to his ears, "This isn't a map, it's a treasure map!"

Cyrion nodded.

Gru is right. With their squad's current strength, clearing out the kobold lair is not difficult; the challenge lies in locating and finding it.

Even if Wilder understands dog language, he can't guarantee that he'll summon kobolds every time, let alone that the kobolds he summons will have their own lair.

And the map is simply a one-step solution.

The group followed Lyle for a while, and on the other side of a stream, they caught sight of the entrance to the kobold's lair.

In the world of kobolds, architecture probably also has different styles.

Compared to the previous cave entrance carved into the cliff face, this one was clearly much rougher.

The building is over six feet tall, so Cyrion could walk in without bending down, and it is as wide as a carriage.

There were two kobold guards beside the cave entrance, and the weapons they carried were better than those they had seen before, more like those used by adventurers.

"More difficult to deal with than the previous one."

Cyrion whispered, "The more hidden the lair, the weaker the creature. Lairs like this, which are wide open, are usually quite strong and confident in themselves."

Wilder nodded, agreeing with his opinion.

"Let me call one over and ask about the situation," he said.

"Ah... okay."

Cyrion had already witnessed his bewitching magic, but hearing such words again still made him feel very awkward.

Should we call one over and ask about the situation?

I always felt like the monsters on the other side weren't being treated like humans.

At this moment, Wilder had already raised his staff, the emerald crystal shimmering, and a beam of green light shot across the stream toward a kobold.

The kobold froze, then without warning, raised its short knife and plunged it into its companion's stomach with a "thud".

After the attack ended, it briefly regained consciousness and saw the spellcaster standing behind the bushes across the stream.

"Aww—"

The roar didn't last even half a second before another beam of light struck it.

Its eyes instantly became vacant, and its whole body froze.

Immediately, a profound and beautiful friendship was implanted in its mind, allowing it to experience for the first time a wonderful quality called dedication.

And its good friend, a handsome human, was waving at it across the stream.

A grin forced onto the kobold's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face as he ran across the stream, wholeheartedly approaching Wilde.

"Bahala".

(hello.)

"Bahala!"

(Hello!)

The man and the dog began their chattering conversation.

"There are more than fifty kobolds in the cave, all of them armed with simple weapons. There are two kobold leaders, one with a spiked club and the other with an axe."

As Wilde spoke, he translated for his teammates, "There's also a kobold priest who's skilled in mental magic."

"Do kobolds also have priests?"

Cyrion nodded. "It seems this is the most difficult one to deal with."

"What are you afraid of?"

Gru once again unleashed his signature move, "No matter how powerful it is, it's still just an animal. Does it think it can breathe like a dog?"

"Last night they were attacked by a four-person adventure team, and both sides were trembling for nearly two hours," Wilder continued translating.

"Did the kobolds suffer heavy losses?"

Gru said with a hint of regret, "Aren't we too late? We've already been ripped off by another squad."

"The kobolds won."

Wilder said calmly, "Three adventurers are dead and are now being stewed on the stove in the cave, and one is locked in a cage."

"oh."

Grun nudged his lips and fell silent.