Saga of Atlantis

Chapter 32: kobolds den part 5: end

I stood amidst the dense forest, a profound sense of wonder washing over me as I ventured deeper into the heart of Emberleaf Forest. The grandeur of this natural expanse was nothing short of breathtaking. Towering trees reached skyward, their colossal trunks so wide that it would take a multitude of people holding hands to encircle them. Above, a lush canopy formed a natural green umbrella, filtering the sunlight and casting enchanting patterns on the woodland floor.

The symphony of nature enveloped me completely. Birds of various hues and sizes sang their melodious tunes, creating a harmonious chorus that seemed almost choreographed. Every sense of mine was immersed in the splendor of this wondrous realm, and I couldn't help but pause to take it all in.

"Haah".

I sighed and took a look around. In nature, I feel a lot better than in cities.

[You're not alone; everyone on this planet feels the same way: the closer you are to the trees, the more cleansed mana you inhale, refreshing your body.]

She interrupted my stream of thoughts with a brief explanation for my refreshment.

"How about the world tree? It's the largest tree; it should yield far more than the trees here." After asking her about the world tree, I stood up and resumed my stroll into the deeper area of the forest.

[Remember that inhabitants on the Elysium continent are known for their strong physique and mana control; the world tree is the reason for that.]

She responded.

And I nodded in agreement; they were freaks even in games, not to mention in the real world.

With each step, I closely followed the trail of kobold footsteps. The forest was alive with leaf whispering and bird tweeting, but there was an underlying tension in the air.

After a long time of following the footsteps, I came across a weird scene. A makeshift wooden shelter was nestled among the ancient trees, partially obscured by deep foliage. It was a stark contrast to the forest's natural splendor.

The shelter was formed of twisted branches and intertwined vines, and it appeared to be rather sturdy. The kobolds looked to have built their sanctuary out of reclaimed forest materials. Through small holes that served as windows, slivers of subdued sunlight might seep in and brighten the inside.

I sheathed my spear quickly and quietly, freeing my hands for the task at hand. The massive tree in front of me appeared to be an excellent vantage point for viewing the kobold den below. My instincts took over, and I started my ascent with rapid, swift movements.

Each branch I clutched and foothold I discovered in the bark demonstrated my increasing physical strength. The broad, gnarled arms of the tree gave adequate support for my ascent. My fingers clung to the roughness of the tree, while my feet slid freely from limb to branch.

I eventually discovered a decent spot among the heavy foliage and branches. From this vantage point, I had a clear view of Kobold Den. I felt like a silent observer, a phantom in the forest, concealed among the treetops.

The wooden shelter is outlined in greater detail below. The kobolds dashed around, their small forms stepping in and out of the makeshift structure.

As I examined the kobold den from my hidden vantage point, it didn't take long for me to notice the delicate dynamics at work among these beasts.

Approximately twenty kobolds scurried around, their distinguishing traits becoming more obvious with each passing second.

Some were larger and more robust, certainly males, while the rest, despite their smaller stature, were unmistakably females.

It was a strange sight, and it became evident soon that kobolds had a distinct social structure driven by their basic instincts and the survival of their species.

The strongest of them appeared to be the pack's alpha, a muscular beast with gleaming obsidian-colored scales. His stature conveyed power and authority, and he moved with a swagger that made his social standing clear. As he strutted around, many female kobolds walked behind him, their tails wagging in a subservient gesture.

Nature's law was clearly in operation, with the strongest prevailing and winning the opportunity to mate. To ensure the survival of their kind, the alpha kobold has gathered a harem of females.

"lucky bastard."

I muttered under my breath as I looked at the alpha kobold, who began fucking right in the middle of the day with a neighboring female kobold, while other unfortunate male kobolds did the hard work.

[You're starting to be jealous of kobolds now].

And, of course, she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to pull my leg, as she always does.

"I'm not envious; he should be happy; not everyone dies while having sex."

I answered as I surveyed the ideal location for stealthily eliminating the alpha kobold.

I took a deep breath and pulled my spear from its holster, carefully assessing the situation. I wanted to strike quickly and aggressively, eliminating as many kobolds as possible before they could retaliate.

As the seconds passed, a plan began to develop in my thoughts. I'd go after the alpha first, as if I were cutting off the serpent's head.

The other kobolds would be in disorder without his leadership, making it easier to deal with them.

I began my descent from the tree with purpose, gliding with the grace and silence of a predator pursuing its prey. I landed silently on the forest floor, my spear at the ready. My heart was racing, and every muscle in my body was tense.

I hurried quickly through the underbrush, my footsteps muffled by the forest's natural sounds. I could now see the alpha male, his imposing form in the middle of the group, standing on his knees as he fucked the female kobold, his scales gleaming in the dappled sunlight.

"Kree..kree.."

"Kree.."

As I got closer, I could hear their guttural voices in a language I didn't understand. They appeared to be preoccupied with their work, oblivious to the impending danger. I tightened my grasp on the spear and concentrated my gaze on the alpha.

'Let's give it a shot'.

With that in mind, I simulated the mana core in my heart, directing the mana to my foot.

I raced forward with a burst of speed, my spear aimed at the alpha's heart. As I closed the distance in the blink of an eye, surprise reverberated through the kobold den. The alpha hardly had time to react as my spear pierced his chest while he was still inside the female.

"Kree?..."

As he staggered backward, a strangled moan came from his lips, blood spilling from the wound. Driven by instinct, the female kobold turned to face me.

As she understood their leader had died, chaos ensued, and panic flooded over her head.

I didn't think twice. I moved with merciless efficiency, striking down the female kobold while the alpha was paralyzed.

The other noticed my presence and began to assault me; although I was outnumbered, I was able to remain a safe distance from them. As the first wave of kobolds charged at me, time seemed to stand still. I parried their clumsy weapons with quickness and struck back with precision. My spear cut through the air, hitting its target with deadly precision. The first kobold fell, a surprised expression on its scaly face.

The battle had begun in earnest by this point, and I moved with fluid grace, dispatching kobold after kobold. My training had honed my combat skills to a certain degree, so their numbers meant little to me. Another kobold fell with each swing of my spear, their pained cries filling the air.

The kobolds, on the other hand, were unrelenting. They launched an all-out assault, their numbers overwhelming. I dove and weaved, dodging their assaults while launching measured counterattacks.

Minutes turned into hours as the kobold population shrank. Their fight weakened, and their screams for mercy were ignored. Finally, I stood among the dead, my chest heaving with effort.

The alpha was dead at my feet, his life essence gone. The wooded den was now a bloodbath, and combat echoes hung heavily in the air.

As I looked around at the fallen kobolds, many of them were females who had battled heroically to protect their home, but they were much easier to deal with than their male counterparts.

"At least they weren't just some decorative objects."

I mumbled aloud as I glanced at the fallen female kobolds.

"Kree?"

"Kree.."

Hearing the kobolds' sounds, which were much more tranquil than the grown-up kobold's.

With a heavy heart, I turned away to peer deeper into the kobold den, my spear splattered with blood, and there I could see small kobolds quivering around the den, their eyes half closed, signaling they weren't old enough to open them.

"Sigh.."

With a sigh, I reinserted the spear into the hostler and pulled out a knife as I moved closer to the baby kobolds.