The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 9: Chapter 7: You Know, Bloodthirsty, Kills Kobolds and Sprites For Fun?

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Chapter 7 You Know, Bloodthirsty, Kills Kobolds And Sprites For Fun? Blinking his eyes away from the blue flame, he looked to the edges of where its light touched the stone. Bare rock with shallow pools filling scattered depressions in the surface. Not much to find. Moving to the left and right was more of the same, a short walk to walls on either side of the tumultuous falls. “No way around the water, got it,” he said. Following the curve of the wall on his left hand side, he explored further. The walls, like the floor, were wet from the mist in the air, like a shell of moisture had been formed over everything within the cavern. As he moved along the wall, claws scraping soundless amidst the echoing of the water. The pervasive sound morphed as he continued along the curving wall. He saw it then, a large round tunnel. Twice the height of a human or elf, its jagged surface had been carved into the rear of the natural cavern. He was not the first person to find his way here, but at least one other had made their entrance from the opposite side. He followed the tunnel, its twisting and curving paths winding their way from the deafening sounds at its start. Something beneath his foot slid, scraping against the stone below it. It was large, hard, and a shade of blue that was almost a perfect match to his candlelight. It looked oddly like one of his scales, only this was almost as large as his foot. Nik’s heart nearly stopped as his steps froze in place. He needed to get out of here, fast. He quickened his pace, moving once again as fast as his wounded abdomen would allow. Slowing back down as he entered an open space, its walls carved in the same manner as the tunnel. The tunnel was empty in every sense of the word, save for at its center. Nik retreated, slamming his back to the wall, and looked back into the chamber ahead, where, resting on the stone floor sat three blue-flecked eggs the size of Nik. “How do I keep managing to find myself going from one terrible spot to another just as bad,” Nik wondered silently. With as much caution and care as he could, he took his time hugging the outside wall of this ovular shaped room. Reaching the other side, he glanced back at the unmoving eggs, the blue flecks glimmering with his reflected candlelight, and moved himself into the continuation of the tunnel. Nik wasn’t certain what had left the eggs there, and he would have liked to avoid finding out if at all possible. He dropped his candlelight as a soft red light filtered into the tunnel ahead, and warm air tinged with smoke accompanied it. Exiting the tunnel Nik saw the devastation the wildfire had left in its wake. Everything that wasn’t black, was emanating a red glowing heat. The trees were barren, nothing more than charred remains of now leafless pillars rising through the smoke filled air. The trees ahead of the tunnel had been broken and knocked aside as though a giant beast had been in too much of a rush to go around them, which might not be far from the truth. Nik went the opposite direction attempting to find his way back to the river and to his friend. The underground path had very much been a jumble of turns, but he figured eventually he would be able to hear the water again. He would rejoin Pearl and they would continue their search together. He almost slid back down to the mouth of the tunnel when a bit of rock came loose from the dirt that encompassed its entrance, but he managed to climb to the top of the small hill for a better view of his surroundings. Colors were advancing in their parade to announce the rising sun, but there was no birdsong to accompany its arrival. It was like the entire forest had been wiped away and replaced with a different landscape. In the distance there was a great line snaking across it, and he knew that it must be the river. He also knew that it was going to be a long walk to get to it. Nik had made only a small amount of space between himself and the crest of the hill that sat atop the passa