These kobolds' weapons and armor are so rudimentary, they resemble the most destitute refugees in the wilderness.
With their diminutive size, frail build, and ugly appearance, they look rather amusing.
Their bodies are also dotted with fine scales, somewhat akin to those of lizardmen.
However, Zong Shen noticed something - almost every kobold had a 30-centimeter-long iron handpick hanging at their waist.
The kobolds were "waa waa" shouting in a peculiar tone, which was their unique language.
The sounds were remarkably similar to the barking of puppies.
These ugly little creatures seemed to possess a certain level of wisdom.
At that moment, an elderly kobold with peculiar paint on its face stepped forward.
It held a rough wooden short staff in its hand, glancing left and right as it approached the towering Zong Shen atop the grand Pigsy.
It shakily planted the short staff on the ground, placed a hand on its chest, and bowed.
In a hoarse, unpleasing voice, it slowly spoke.
