This was also a matter of helplessness. Along with the residual magic in Black Dragon Mountain becoming thinner over time, the natural protective membrane weakened. The undead loitering deep in the maze also began to stir, becoming more active and moving closer to the living area.
The Kobold Chieftain always worried that one day he would wake up to find his home occupied by undead and his clansmen torn to pieces.
In this era of increasingly declining magic, the gods were silent. Fantasy races like them found it very hard to survive, having lost the ability to use innate magic.
Humans, with their numerous population and iron weapons, only captured them as pets or labor slaves; they did not even have the slightest ability to resist the expansion of humanity.
Their Kobold tribe could only stay in this remote underground maze, hiding from the prying eyes of the outside world, relying on the protection of the remaining dragon magic to scrape out a living day by day.
