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Text Volume 2: The Storm is Coming: The War of Teeth and Bullets (Part 1)

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    This chapter takes place before the expedition leaves for Marfa and Snowman.

    "Dang, dang, dang." The kobold Ezio, who was kissing Lord Xiaobai's toes in his dream, was awakened by a loud metal knocking sound. Ezio turned over in a daze holding the wrench, wanting to relive what he had just said.  The dream was sweet, but the clinking sound was as continuous as a can rolling down a slope. Ezio's peaceful sleeping expression was increasingly replaced by a ferocious one, and finally

    "!!" Ezio stood up, with bloodshot eyes, he dug out a small rusty pistol from the nearby garbage pile, and "bang bang bang" he banged the alarm clock that was ringing wildly.  Unfortunately, they all missed the target, and one ricochet broke half of the tip of his tail. Ezio jumped up in pain and threw the pistol directly. The small pistol hit the wall and shattered into pieces, but the bullets in the chamber were still there.  The fire went out with a "bang", accurately beating the alarm clock into a pulp.

    Wait, minced meat?

    Looking at the can with blood dripping from the eye, Ezio slapped himself in the face.  Damn, why did you forget that you don¡¯t have an alarm clock? It¡¯s a jumping dog I won last night betting on Quint, and it¡¯s called Arica Orpheus. I even used crayons to name that long and smelly name.  It's written on the can that he was raised in. I guess he didn't feed it in the morning so he got into trouble. It's a pity that a dozen teeth were stuck into the card game last night.

    Well, that little thing isn¡¯t cute at all anyway, and I can¡¯t even pronounce its name.  After taking a second to mourn his pet, the optimistic, cheerful and heartless nature of the kobold took over again. It was the bullets fired that made Ezio grin in pain. Each 10 bullets was worth three or four.  Where are the dog teeth?  Of course, as a kobold, Ezio immediately began to look for reasons to be optimistic and cheerful, so he immediately thought of it and jumped up with joy, yes, today is that day.

    A set of legs of the legs stretched out of the couch and jumped down from the couch in one go, but when I jumped off the iron bed, I stepped on a bulging bulge under my feet and squeaked a metal twist.  Ezio screamed "Ok" and hurriedly took his feet away. He felt heartbroken when he saw the iron bucket being crushed under his feet. No, it wasn't a bucket, it was clothes.  The kobold jumped to the messy workbench nearby, swept the pile of broken copper and iron on it to the ground, put his beloved outfit on it and started repairing it.

    A bulging piece of metal, with a breast shield made from the bottom of a wok in the middle. The raised shallow arc can just accommodate the protruding sternum of the kobold. The rear is supported by a motorcycle hood, and the front and rear parts are supported by a door on the right rib.  Hinge connection, with a padlock hole on the left.  Several half-sections of metal buckets are stacked underneath like lobster shells to make a waistband. The two ends are nailed together with rivets. The loose parts can be rotated to create a telescopic effect.  However, there was a big hole missing on the right half of the armor skirt, so I used a perforated grill plate and self-tapping nails to patch it up.

    In addition to the main structure, there are many personalized customizations on this steel vest, such as Ezio's beloved "lucky gear" soldered on the kidneys, the symbolic faucet on the crotch of the skirt, and a half-section coffee pot.  The left shoulder armor has a handle, the motorcycle rearview mirror is screwed on the left shoulder, and a jingling dog leash is wrapped around his waist.  A beveled angle steel above the chest serves as a bomb zone shield, a welding mask holder, a book holder, a trash can, a wallet, a dinner plate, a rice dumpling mold, a clothes drying rack, a jumping nest is dead, a pretense, a bluff, and a daze.  You can stare at the hole and other functions.

    Although there is a set of designated work clothes issued by the boss of the soft rice king hanging on the shelf next to it, a very "salty" tight-fitting suit module specially configured for elite B pilots, but because today is "that day", Ai Ji  Ou decided to wear his most comfortable, beautiful and sparkling private clothes.

    Creaking, accompanied by the sound of metal twisting as the jack lifted up the dent, Ezio let out a satisfied "Ok" and hurriedly picked up this metal mixture of green, gray, silver and other subtle colors and put it on his body.  , closed the opening with a copper-colored padlock, and after slightly adjusting each part of the "clothes" to reach the most comfortable position, Ezio walked to the dressing mirror aside and took a picture from an unknown indicator light or river.  Solar panels for exterior facilities of the colony removed from the buoy.  She started to show off her beauty for a while.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Oke, my look today is so sharp and stylish that I¡¯m biting my feet.

    Pounds, a loud bang on the door of the den made Ezio tremble subconsciously, the door panel shook, and a smelly salted fish above his head shook a few times and fell off the hook, giving Ezio a hard blow on the top of his head.  Ezio's scales turned purple with anger!  !  He roared, grabbed the salted fish in one hand, and rushed out with a small pistol in the other hand: "Stop, you little bastards!" Several green-skinned little things who were about half the height of the kobold were standing there.  He yelled, holding a thick and smoking water pipe in his hand and rushing towards the corner. Without hesitation, Ezio raised his hand and shot two shots and one shot missed the target. One shot made a kid wow?Screaming and covering his buttocks, the third shot jammed.  The kobold's privately made weapons were like this. Ezio cursed and threw the 10-inch pistol and started "troubleshooting" it.  The passers-by and other kobolds turned a blind eye to this, except for a frightened kobold who bounced to his feet and raised his fist at Ezio, Oko Oko screamed twice in protest.

    "Damn you brats, don't let me find you." Ezio repaired the pistol. Those little brats or grunts had already disappeared. The kobold had no choice but to send out a series of vicious curses that tested his imagination instead of bullets as a greeting.  .

    Let me explain here, the so-called little ghost heads are actually kobold cubs, which generally refers to all cubs less than one year old. Kobold cubs can crawl when they are born, and can run around happily in less than a week. These  The underage cub is very cunning, full of curiosity, likes to cause trouble, and has a very strong learning ability.  The bastards refer to cubs that have not grown up. When they reach adulthood, the cubs that have not reached the height of the kobold boy will never grow up. Some will remain the same, and some will become stupid and stupid, with an IQ higher than that of animals.  Not much better.  According to the conclusion drawn by Alyssa after research, grunts are a population insurance mechanism derived from the evolution of kobolds.  Kobolds, like most creatures at the bottom of the food chain, adopt a reproduction strategy based on quantity. There can be seventeen or eight eggs in a clutch. Due to environmental and resource problems, most of them will not survive to adulthood. If they encounter a better year or  After moving to a fertile place, the brains of boys who lose competitive pressure will automatically release pheromones to interfere with growth, produce more farts, consume less resources, and have almost no ability to survive.  This ensures that the entire kobold population will not collapse due to a population explosion that exhausts resources.

    After joining the colony, the survival rate of the little devils and the proportion of grts among the kobolds have been significantly improved.

    However, for kobolds, the definitions of imps and farts are more concise and clear. The former is a little beast and the latter is a doormat.  As reptiles, kobolds have no awareness of taking care of their offspring. Although their evolved instincts prevent them from treating their young as enemies or food most of the time, they will not care for them more than a tooth.  The little devils have also shown survivability consistent with this. Not only do they have amazing environmental tolerance, such as being able to survive by eating carrion and ditch water, but their curiosity and learning ability are also astonishing.  With the ability to cause trouble, at just six weeks old, the little devil knows how to play pranks and steal, and he can also use water.

    The tubes and gunpowder were stolen to make primitive fire guns. Even though they did not understand its principles, they fancifully believed that the god Bangbang lived in the tubes. As long as he was fed with gunpowder and flames, he could spit out sand and stones to hit others.  Even having their heads broken and bleeding will not prevent them from mastering the shooting skills of fire guns.  It's not a big deal if the little devils use this primitive firearm to blind each other's eyes.  As for putting a gun on someone's door and watching the victim run out in anger, it is natural for the kid to laugh and run away. Then some perpetrators use guns to knock down a few kid heads and hang them on the door. This has never been the case in the eyes of kobolds.  What a sin.

    Anyway, 17 has almost given up on conducting an accurate census among the kobolds.  As for the establishment of a clear legal system, it has been temporarily put on hold because it is so different from human cultural traditions and customs, and it can only be temporarily turned to an extensive management model similar to herding livestock.

    After baring his teeth at a few unhappy kobolds passing by, Ezio took a bite of the salted fish in his hand to regain his mood, and then kicked the door shut. This was to prevent chicken thieves from running in to poop.  There is no and no need for a lock on that door.  Although kobolds also have a sense of private space, due to cost and traditional customs, locks are not a rigid requirement in kobold life, not to mention that those cunning little ghosts and scavengers have no concept of ownership and relevant laws.  .  Pickpocketing is a common form of discrimination in kobold society.  There is nothing the kobolds can't let go of. Just don't keep good things at home, and those good things that cannot be hidden on your body should be treated as if they are not yours.  For example, the cave god named Heyah will bless the armor and NB parts in Ezio's room.

    With the small pistol stuffed into his crotch, Ezio gnawed off the tail of the salted fish and stuffed the upper part into the scabbard. He wiped his sharp teeth and walked into the deep cave.

    The earliest Belmont was a mining town in the northern wasteland during the Magic Dynasty era. The prosperous mining industry left countless mine tunnels extending in all directions under the land. As the central area was exhausted, the town's mining field  It began to move outward, and the center of the town began to become a settlement and a prosperous urban area. These remaining mine roads were also transformed into urban sewage pipes connecting to the Betain River. However, after thousands of years, the mineral veins that people could mine  It has long been exhausted. During the Adilante Dynasty, this was already a city famous for its alchemy golem technology.  However, those alchemy workshopsIt is a clean and beautiful new city where customers can enter the store decently to choose high-quality golems, but the old city has been reduced to slums and the most filthy work sheds, with alchemical waste and toxic metal substances being directly discharged over the years.  Entering these uncleaned mine sewers.  These underground caves have become a forbidden area for humans. Even the most down-and-out homeless people will not come down here to make a living. It is more honorable to freeze to death under the pier at the dock than to be eaten by mutated giant rats and water ghosts in the sewers.

    But this is not a problem for the tenacious kobolds.

    Among the hundreds of intelligent creatures in this magical world, kobolds are undoubtedly at the bottom of the food chain.  Lacking the competitiveness of force and magic, they can only survive on the edges of the world and restricted areas of life that are looked down upon by "mainstream" civilizations.  However, even in harsh environments that test the limits of life, they still thrive and thrive.  The reincarnation of several epochs, the decline of those once glorious civilizations, and the genocide of once powerful races, they still exist and continue to thrive, which illustrates the strong adaptability of this neglected race.

    So on a gloomy dusk, the forbidden door leading to the underground labyrinth was opened and sealed, and the tenacious colonial kobolds took the first step to immigrate to this city and open up their living space!  In order to maintain the kebab stall he ran during off-duty hours, a kobold soldier in the 109th Division of the Colonial Army chased a fat rat into the sewer entrance, and fired a shot, detonating a number of skewers stored underground.  The century-old biogas was mixed with alchemical waste and metal dust. All the sewer wellheads in the old city of Belmont were blocked one after another. Pillars of fire shot into the sky more than ten meters high. Three blocks were blown up. There was no concept of fire protection or fire prevention at all.  The slum was burned into a sea of ??flames, and the nearest garrison of the colonial army, the kobold infantry regiment to which the kebab boss belonged, was ordered to go to the point of fire to investigate.  Faced with the tragic situation of a sea of ??fire, the kobolds were severely shocked. They gathered in small groups around the burning houses and began to jump happily left and right, singing and dancing, and then they all ate the political commissar's mouth.

    No matter what, even though the fire was blazing at first, there were no large forests near Belmont, and most of the building materials in the city were stone.  The fire quickly succumbed to the lack of fuel and eventually died out. The disaster did not spread beyond the limits of the old city.  The blown-up block also turned into a huge pit, exposing only part of the criss-crossing network underneath. The caves under the ruins made the kobolds who came to the fire scene to scavenge overjoyed. These cave-dwelling creatures soon began to form gangs, and even  Unofficial exploratory and exploratory migrations began without enough time to notify the colonial leadership.

    The toxic gases on the main roads were burned away by this wave of fire, and some of the remaining gases were gradually burned and eradicated by the fire-breathing boys who believed in Mendeleev. Some boys may have been smoked to death during the process, but the kobolds didn't care.  The complexity, darkness and depth of the old underground mines are not a problem for kobolds who are accustomed to cave life and are naturally equipped with night vision and claustrophobia resistance. The poisonous sludge that is foot-deep and can rot human skin has a great effect on the poison-resistant scales of kobolds.  At a discount, Zhang Hu later discovered that the sludge was rich in non-ferrous metals and alchemical materials, which were of great extraction and scientific research value. After firing bullets at the kobolds to buy them, the sludge was shoveled by the kobolds, scraping out the rock formations of the mine tunnels.  There is no trace of base color left.  Later, wood chips, bricks, curtains, skeletons, grass stems, shell casings, clay pots and urns, and even just digging a hole were made of various materials, shapes, and colors. The punk hut that tested the imagination of the master of postmodernism was like a stain of mold.  With this pit as the center, they spread all over the webway.

    The first city of the kobolds, the nest city "Dawa", was born.

    Ezio rolled his tongue and played a tune while strutting along the path of a village outside the nest capital of Dawa.

    Ah, this so-called village is the gathering place of the three hundred kobold tribes who have been guarding Little White's egg in the outer world for generations. The other gathering place is in Dawa and the other is underground in Macragge.  It is said to be a village, but it is completely different from the ordinary people's impression of a human village with a green mountain gate facing the sea, a wisp of smoke and a seven-foot earthen wall. A more accurate description is a three-dimensional maze-like underground culvert with flowers blooming on all sides.  community.  Unlike the specially excavated underground storage rooms and shelters like Macragge before, Belmont's old sewer was completely unplanned and was completely made from the utilization of waste from old mine pits. This section of the village is located along a Brownian motion.  Strange curves like these were the masterpieces of miners chasing ore veins in the old days. Because they were not straight enough to be included in the main waterway, no masonry walls were repaired or laid at all. Instead, a wall was hastily built to separate them from the main waterway.  In addition, there are exposed rock formations and frozen soil, and occasionally there are some rotten wooden supports left over from the past. Several dry wells let in some rare columnar sunlight from above.

    Ezio and others from the same tribeThe kobolds live in these labyrinths, occupying the densest forks. Miners in the past left many small holes and dead ends after digging. As long as a door is blocked on one side, it will be a good nest.  Well, basically you can tell the tribes apart just by looking at the gates. Most of the earliest people from the Outer Lands have found a good job under the account of the soft rice king, and there are many high-level losers like Ezio and his cousin Isaac.  Both the savings and current salary are more than those of the newcomers with teeth.  Therefore, you can get some materials such as wooden boards and stones to make walls and doors. Those who are relatively well-connected, such as Ezio, got a lot of steel bars, several sections of I-beams, and two pieces of armor from his own army.  Board scraps, insert some plastic boards in the middle to make walls and a pressure valve to make doors.  Such shiny metallic belongings are unabashedly showing off the owner's teeth to every passerby. Of course, this ostentatious and eye-catching approach also attracts the frequent surprise services from the little devils and farts.  The loudest gun, the biggest and most deadly firecracker, this creed runs through the entire kobold race, regardless of age.

    However, Ezio is not the most ostentatious. He has seen Serra erecting several mammoth tusks as walls, which blinded the eyes of all the kobolds. It is comparable to humans using gold to make walls. That boy Serra  I chopped off the heads of thirty or forty grunts with a dog-leg knife and tied several long strings on the door to stop the trend of urinating and throwing firecrackers into his nest.  Anyway, Ezio will never go to his house for dinner, and he firmly denies throwing Ipheril's menstrual cloth at his house.

    In addition, there are the naturalized wild kobolds that the colonial army raided from the surrounding area after entering Belmont. Most of them have just completed or have not completed the educational transformation. They maintain their primitive social living habits, have no savings on hand, and the words in their mouths.  Teeth are all possessions.  Therefore, tribes often gather together, and groups of small and medium groups crowd into one or several large caves. The ground is covered with thatch, and even mushroom crops are planted on the cave walls. Next to them are the raised Tiao Tiao and Scugo, and a low mud wall.  Separated, humans and animals live together.  Tools such as axes, picks, shovels, and even brooms and mops are placed in the deepest part of the cave and are guarded by all members, and are regarded as the collective assets of the tribe.  Not to mention the living environment, taste and hygiene of this kind of Datong shop, its lifestyle is more serious than the lack of material. Those kobolds who have not got rid of the primitive tribal habits will engage in it as soon as they enter the estrus period, and they will mess around all day long.  Eighth, there are pot-bellied bitches laying eggs all over the place, and everyday wounded soldiers and patients are also huddled together inside, pooping and eating together. If it were still the wild age where there was a tribe and a nest, there would be nothing like this and at most one person would die.  nest.  But now, in a dense living environment where dozens of old and new tribes, large and small, are so close together that two or three main passages less than 100 meters long can connect all the Datongpu caves, it is almost a suicide, regardless of fires, floods, or landslides.  Or could disease easily turn a dozen tribes into mass extinctions?  The management solution is to carry out direct physical intervention on the one hand, including sending mechanical slaves to spray potions every day, and rechecking the tunnel structure over and over again, etc., to passively avoid mass fatalities, and on the other hand organize as soon as possible  The relocation tried to break the tribal structure into family structures and spread it to a wider underground area to reduce the local density of kobolds. Finally, the kobold political commissar and the earliest naturalized people were sent to "go to the mountains and countryside" to support the teaching of primitive kobolds.  people.  Teaching them a more advanced and hygienic lifestyle was certainly more conducive to the colony's revenue generation.

    Perhaps the latter two options will take longer to confirm their long-term impact on the colony, but the first option has indeed achieved results thanks to its rapid review and execution. So far, the kobolds in this area lack modern medical conditions.  There have been no mass deaths in the underground slums, even better than the temporary underground city during the Macragge landslide.  But what is surprising is that the kobolds themselves are responsible for most of this.

    Although in terms of civilization level, kobolds really meet the backward and barbaric primitive standards, they are accustomed to cave dwelling and have indeed adapted to underground life very well, and have derived relevant cultures and customs that are conducive to their survival.  They know how to clean up carrion and excrement to avoid causing plague and methane explosions. They also know the importance of maintaining flowing air to prevent suffocation, how to avoid and dilute gas, and techniques for cleaning underground seepage and filtering water sources.  This makes the seemingly backward Kobold Abandoned Mine Caves actually in better condition than the human refugee camp in Macragge's underground city, and is less dependent on colonial support. In fact, even with the full support of the colony,  The underground city on Macragge has now collapsed, and most of the human residents have had no choice but to return to the ground and dig dens to survive in the cold wind of the northern plateau.  The former underground palace has been replaced by feces, garbage, collapsed rubble, and hundreds of corpses that either died of disease or accidents. Only the diligent mechanical slave workers are left to clean and transform this place through the dark tunnels.  ruins.

    The kobold settlement in Belmont not only gradually developed and thrived underground, it even gave rise to an early social division of labor and the prototype of civilization.

      The earliest tribes who followed Xiaobai from the outside world have basically made a lot of money because of holding on to the thick thigh of the soft rice king. They have become rich. No, they are toothy dogs or Ai.  A gentleman with teeth like Gio can wear the clothes of an iron teapot.  Of course, the work in the colony is very detailed and busy. It is no better than when I was sleeping in a cave and farting all day long when I couldn't find anything to eat. I couldn't take care of the cave when I was busy all the time.  So this group of outsiders took some of their accumulated teeth and threw them to the naturalized tribe with fewer teeth.

    Yes, those who passed Ezio on the street cast envious glances at Ezio's metal outfit. They accounted for the vast majority of the crowd, with a piece of dirty clothes around their waists.  The clothes were stained with dirty rags, and the more respectable ones were covered with a blouse-like rag.  Except that there is less fabric, the craftsmanship is less sophisticated, and they don't wear shoes, they are very similar to the attire of human serfs. They also hold a bunch of lavender, dog tails, etc. in their fists, which they use to stuff into their noses as gas masks.  It can also be used to start fires in emergencies. When going out in sewer dungeons, a gas mask, a luminous watch, and a lighter are the three treasures of toothed kobolds such as Ezio. Toothless ones can only use this simple method.

    People from the outside world were willing to pay for a tooth, and those who lacked teeth took over various chores that the original tribes in the outside world did, such as carrying night incense, drying manure for fuel, soaking wood with urine to grow mushrooms, brewing mushroom rum, and feeding people.  Scrooge, driving away bandits, recycling exhausted fission batteries, pushing fan blades in ventilation pools, etc. As their jobs gradually became established and stable, their income began to become a fixed income, and they benefited from the supply of goods and food from the colony.  Commercial exchanges were enough to maintain food and clothing. Therefore, these newly arrived and large numbers of naturalized kobolds began to gradually form the new mainstay of the kobold community in Belmont. In this corridor, half of Ezio's current surroundings  The passers-by above are all members of the emerging middle class.  Small wheelbarrows were pushed back and forth carrying barrels, hemp bags, dung cakes, and sometimes dead bodies.  There were also some people holding two sliding poles by the passage wall to solicit passenger business. However, due to safety reasons, Ezio refused. He knew that the people sitting there would have a high probability of being carried to a hidden alley and then  No matter how poor a toothless kobold is, he is still so cunning and cunning.

    Of course, the life of the naturalized kobolds is hard, but compared to their previous life, which was to find dens for unwanted wild animals in the wild, dig out roots and pick up leftover bones from carnivores every day, and starve to death after half of the tribe.  He tried to rob human merchants and travelers again and again, until one day his head was cut off by the "brave man" in exchange for 15 copper coins.  Nowadays, if you only need to take out the stool regularly, you can eat smoothly and save a few teeth, which is a bright future in life. If you learn writing and arithmetic from the political commissar of the branch, you can start a small business or guard the city gate, all of a sudden  To become a high-class person who has no worries about food and clothing, and who can drink mushroom wine every day, this has exceeded the treatment of many naturalized tribes¡¯ original clan leaders and priests. The stories of those successful people are repeated over and over again among the naturalized people orally.  Repeatedly, it stimulated their saliva every time and kept dripping like a broken faucet.  To further squeeze the limits of kobolds' aspirations, the only way is to be favored by the Technological God and become a bishop, a master chicken engineer, or be selected by the RS, and soar into the sky like a carp leaping over the dragon's gate. All naturalized people have done this.  Sweet dreams, and their dreams also came to an abrupt end, because they had no idea what kind of life would follow. They could only brag to each other about the paradise life in their own minds, and then add fuel to the fire after hearing the last person's boast.  Pass it on to the next person. For example, the old boss Keyaqi, who was blessed by the dragon god, has been passed down by word of mouth as being eight feet tall and eight feet wide. He has so many fangs that he can¡¯t even close his mouth. He lives a life of drinking hundreds of barrels of fungi every day.  Mushroom fission wine, the teeth and breath were smoked by the radiation wine, and the sweetest and most delicious high-grade gasoline was lit all around. There was a dedicated person who loaded the magazine day and night, and never left the trigger with his finger, fucking hundreds of female human beings a day.  The days when eggs come out of wine ponds and meat forests.  The entire naturalized tribe became as energetic as chicken blood, eager to cause trouble, forge ahead and want to cause trouble.

    In addition to these two forces, there is also a third group of fringe forces among the kobolds, the wild kobolds.  They were the new tribes that had just been incorporated into the colony and were huddled in the most remote corners. The method was bullets.  The most basic connection with the civilized world has been lost, all traditions and culture, and even the language have been lost. It is more like a group of beasts than a tribe. Even kobold bandits are not as robbing as a manifestation of society.  However, this did not change their brain capacity, IQ potential, reproductive ability, and most importantly, their awe and surrender to the dragon bloodline.  This last item barely put them in the salvageable category.  After being conquered by the naturalized troops of the colonial army, they were driven into concentration camps to receive civilized education and do coolies.  This kind of kobolds are very rare in the Dawa Nest City, because most of them work in deep mines and as hard labor prisoners and mechanical slaves.Mining starts until the individuals among them master the common language of the road and common sense of civilization and are approved before they can be naturalized into the colony and accepted into the new, civilized naturalized tribe.

    It¡¯s easy to tell them apart. They are the ones who don¡¯t wear clothes, wear collars, and are led by mercenaries and colonial troops in groups with shackles, just like animals or slaves.  Residents of Belmont have also received notices that if they see a lone runaway, a collared, mute kobold rummaging through trash cans looking for food, they should immediately notify the nearby police station to prevent them from being bitten.  In response, the kobolds in the Dawa Nest responded positively and regarded the wild escaped dogs as good living targets, and the sudden death of one of them was the reward!  Some female wild kobolds are also captured alive, have their teeth extracted and sold to brothels in the old town of Dawa.

    The rock walls made of various irregular-shaped stones are covered with moist dark green moss, which is thick and mottled and almost covers the rock cracks. The feet are stepped on the dried mud of the old water channels, which has been stepped hard and solid.  It's like a path between fields.  A blower so far away that I don't know where to send air turned into a breeze and blew non-stop along the corridor. The dull rotating blades made a snoring sound like a giant dragon, and also dispersed the air mixed with vomit, rotting corpses,  The wonderful smell of farts, burnt tar and canned herrings.  A string of emergency lights stolen from mines and garbage dumps overhead glowed feebly red, half of them couldn't light up at all, and the other half was still flickering on and off.

    In this red and black chaos, there are countless sneaky figures walking through it.  Each of them was carrying something on their shoulders, and some were pushing a squeaking cart or a wheelbarrow. A pair of eyes reflected one after another in the darkness, like twinkling stars.  No one used flashlights or torches. The former was something most people couldn't afford, and the latter was based on practical experience. The corpses of boys who died of suffocation and carbon monoxide poisoning were pulled away every day. This is a generally accepted statement among kobolds.  Yes, the ventilation fan protected by the cave god can protect this once, but it has no time to protect the second time.

    Moreover, the excellent night vision of kobolds is one of the best among intelligent creatures. This light source is enough for them to walk, work, roadside and steal.  In the darkness, apart from the sounds of the crowds of people, scoldings, fights and screams broke out from time to time. Everyone, including Ezio, was not surprised by this and went their own way.  Finally, everyone still followed the rule of not shooting blackmail in the corridor. This is strictly prohibited by the cave god. Trolls and ricochet are too deadly here.

    Of course, this does not mean that everything is peaceful here. Darkness and rules cannot stop the boiling blood of the kobolds.

    "!!" Two half-grown figures jumped out of the corridor, chasing each other and fighting each other. As a veteran, Ezio knew what was about to happen and hurriedly jumped aside.  Sure enough, the two boys stumbled around in the darkness and soon collided and turned into a rolling gourd. Then they started wrestling on the ground. Seeing this, the passers-by around them, like Ezio, stayed away from each other, while others surrounded them.  Come over, "Ook" and "Ook", shouting and slapping their tails on the ground to encourage them. However, before Ezio could take a few steps away, one of the guys shoved his elbow into the other guy's mouth, and red blood suddenly appeared.  , dripping, dripping, seven or eight white pointy things scattered all over the floor.  The two boys stopped immediately, and the one who hit the person immediately threw himself on the ground and started to pick up the teeth in the dark. The one who was beaten twisted his neck in pain, slapped his thigh and screamed with a look of misfortune on his face, but made no attempt to stop the other person.  The onlookers patted the ground with their tails for the last few times and dispersed with satisfaction.  Everyone acted as if they were taking it for granted.

    Well, it is indeed a matter of course for kobolds. This is a traditional activity among kobold tribes, similar to human table tennis and chess.  Of course there is a bonus, those teeth.  Generally, young and energetic boys often "activity" like this, but if the fight is very intense and long-lasting and arouses the enthusiasm of the surrounding people, the audience will also leave the stage to compete on the same stage in due time, and it may even evolve into several holes in the end.  Big mess.  Of course, scenes like big fucks are no longer common in Ezio's current area, because this area is basically the earliest tribal area of ??300 people from Outland. Most of the people don't have such leisure, or put on long clothes and walk around.  Enter the old town next door, order wine and food, and take your time.

    But the biggest reason why the scene was so "orderly" was the flashlight beam shooting from not far away and the sharp eyes of a kobold wearing an octagonal hat and a red armband.  There was no scolding or roaring. Just staring made the nearby passersby, flexing their arms and eager to try, immediately stop thinking and leave with their tails between their legs.  The two parties involved also quickly collected all the teeth they could touch on the ground, then hurriedly closed their heads and left.

    After quietly completing the difficult task of restoring order to the noisy "daily life" of the kobolds, the octagonal hat quietly returned to his previous place. The most stable and bright light source in the darkness was not bright above his head.  The end of the string of wall lights.

    A vertical engineering lighting fixtureOn a humming small generator, bright white light is projected on a mechanical slave covered in oil. He is buried in front of the electrical box on the wall of the cave, with four mechanical prosthetic legs stretched into the iron box and following.  The sizzling sound flashed with bursts of blue light, and a few sparks popped out from time to time.  Several kobold engineer apprentices gathered around, wearing small round spectacles and grinding the bottoms of bottles, taking notes in their own small notebooks.  The mechanical slave's monotonous and rusty voice echoed like a broken trumpet: "Check the base, then close the switch, repeat twice, and confirm whether there is a short circuit or not."

    The apprentices listened attentively for a while, and then some kind of instinct began to take over. First, one guy scratched the person next to him with his tail, and then the guy next to him swept it back, and then the two tails started to compete with each other.  , and soon the two of them no longer cared about taking notes, and started to start a tail duel with their eyes wide open. Several others also looked over eagerly, seeing that the atmosphere was about to get heated.

    "Ouch!" roared from the side. The young kobold in the octagonal hat saw this scene as soon as he came back. Then a man leaped over like an Air Jordan and swung an eighteen-chop machete without hesitation.  The semi-circle swung down, Boo!  Sparks burst out from the ground, and the two tail tips jumped away.  The remaining half of the kobolds' tails were in pain, but they did not dare to make any mistakes. They grinned and started to take notes in their notebooks again. The other kobolds also lowered their heads and looked serious.

    The young kobold had a machete in one hand and a small laser pistol with a flashlight in the other. His eyes were scorching and menacing as he circled behind the apprentices. The gray-white five-pointed star on his hat that was not painted in gold showed his identity as a loyal disciple of the Academy.  trainee political commissar.  If you look carefully, you will find that the tails of the kobold apprentices are either longer or shorter than the tip. Thanks to this, no grunts or little devils dare to cause trouble.  The flow of people in the surrounding darkness also avoided the electrical box, allowing the repair work to proceed smoothly.

    It is this group of kobold technical apprentices and trainee political commissars who form the main force of colonial aid and education.  And future engineers and political commissars are also expanding the colony's future talent pool through this kind of running-in.  Also because of their irresistible nature, the technical priests of the later colonial Engineer Technotheism had a more popular and catchy name than the Technopriest: Short Tail.

    Crack, a string of sparks popped out of the electrical box.  Then, after a weird numbing static electricity, all the half-dimmed light bulbs in the passage overhead suddenly lit up, and several light bulbs exploded with a popping sound.  The entire passage burst into cheers, and many people even pulled out their guns and prepared to celebrate, but were immediately suppressed by the trainee political commissar's "kill you with eyes" technique.

    "Ah, alternating current, praise the alien god Tesla." Unlike those new apprentices who can only "board", although he is not an engineer, Ezio, as a veteran B driver, has a clear understanding of science and technology.  In awe, he softly praised the name of the father of alternating current as he walked past the excited apprentices.

    However, it seems that beings other than the Magnetic Storm Lord received this prayer.

    The mechanical slave who completed the repair suddenly trembled, and then turned his head stiffly. The lens in the eye socket that replaced the eyeball captured Ezio's figure. This picture was converted into an electronic signal and was quickly integrated into the colony's data network.  Ezio, who had just finished praising him, suddenly heard a harsh noise coming from the heavy, low-tech wireless walkie-talkie hanging on his back.  He hurriedly picked up the brick and walked around in the passage without bumping into people, trying to find the place with the best signal while saying "Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

    Finally, next to a dry drainage outlet in the corner, the noise on the walkie-talkie finally turned into a recognizable sound source: "Ezio, this is a civil message from the colonial administration: A specially equipped transport ship is waiting for you at Pier 9, at the point  Arrive in time. This message will be repeated. Please reply to acknowledge receipt."

    "Huh?" Ezio scratched his head, feeling strange and surprised that the cave god actually took care of his ticket.

    04 Region

    In the flickering and changing data flow, a stagnant flow suddenly appeared, and then, guided by a series of complex numerical equations, it expanded like ice, and finally turned into a fixed data cluster: a solid, complex  Data lock.

    "The communication encryption is completed. Aisha, I have found a suitable agent candidate."

    "The key is confirmed and the communication is involved. I saw it. Ezio is collecting information, the first batch of kobold citizens, and the driver. Oh! This is good."

    "Want to do a test?"

    "Of course, hey, I have found a suitable incident point nearby. The 01 area guidance operation has begun. The observation target: an organic individual named Ezio whose race is classified as a kobold. All nearby observation devices are turned on."

    "Key confirmation, communication intervention." The third communication flowJoined, "Abnormal resource mobilization in District 01 was discovered."

    "It's us," Aisha responded hurriedly, "District 01's 256th resource redistribution plan, an agent test initiated by Aisha."

    ¡°Confirmation completed.¡± The somewhat stereotyped information flow responded.  Withdrew.

    "Aisha" Lena paused for a few units and then said, "Your emotion simulation is extremely active."

    "Tch, don't tell me that you are not in high spirits."

    ¡°It only increased by six percentage points.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s it, after all, this action was just the daughter¡¯s little thoughts that her father didn¡¯t know about.¡±
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