bookpub Chapter 77 The Little Dog Drives the Big Truck
Chapter 77 The Little Dog Drives the Big Truck
The little girl was filthy, her white pajamas covered in mud, and she was dragged by the kobolds to the center of the camp, tears streaming down her face. Under the direction of the man in the leather hat, the kobolds hurriedly cleaned and dressed her up—taking eyeball earrings and putting a necklace made of human ears on her head…
The little girl cried even louder.
"..." The female mercenary reached behind her and pulled out a short javelin.
"Don't get agitated...don't alert them," Gebu whispered to the woman with the sword. "Don't forget why we're here...is that little girl from your caravan?"
The swordswoman stared intently at the kobold camp, then shook her head after a few seconds.
It seems these kobolds are quite active, not just taking advantage of this one opportunity. However, Gebu has dealt with kobolds many times and has never seen them capture prisoners.
"Don't get excited..." Gebu noticed that the woman's eyes were strange and was afraid that she would act impulsively and kill someone. In that case, he would be in a dilemma whether to help her or not.
"We have to go save her," she said.
"If you don't know her, then it has even less to do with us... If you want to be a hero, don't drag me down with you."
Gebu thought to himself, "I didn't realize this woman was so kind-hearted."
The swordswoman turned to the halfling and said:
"Don't let her filth fool you, she's wearing a silk nightgown, she's from a wealthy family—if we get our hands on her, her parents might offer a huge reward for her ransom."
...Sorry, I was overthinking it. I thought your head was full of moralistic ideas, but it turns out it's all about kidnapping...
Great. It's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal!
"Half and half?" Gebu held out his hand to the woman.
"Why should I share half with you?" The woman glared at Geb. "The dwarf's gift is another matter. This deal is mine, don't try to take it from me."
"What are you talking about? Even if you could beat ten kobolds, could you guarantee that girl would come out alive?" Gebu retorted quickly. When it came to money, he certainly couldn't let it go easily. "Besides, if you don't take me, I'll cause trouble for you—either we make money together, or nobody makes any."
"You bastard..."
"Shh... keep your voice down." Gebu pointed to the camp. "I have an idea... there's only one exit in this valley, over by the dwarves. You and he can block the exit, and I'll lure these kobolds out of the camp—then you two can block the exit and kill them one by one. I'll find a chance to rescue the hostages."
The swordswoman stared at the halfling in front of her in disbelief, speechless for a long time.
"We're both fifty-fifty, not dwarfs—hurry up, do you agree or not?" Gebu stretched out his hand again.
The woman stared at the half-man for a while, then hesitantly reached out her hand. The two shook hands haphazardly and reached a rather flimsy agreement.
"Remember, block the entrance, don't come this way, and don't peek out—if you expose yourself, your money bag will be gone."
The woman didn't say anything, indicating her tacit consent. Gebu urged and urged the woman with the knife to leave, then he himself lay back down in the haystack.
Chase her away, lest she see that you have magic—better safe than sorry.
Gebu had no intention of engaging these kobolds in a direct confrontation. These idiots would just create an illusion to scare them and then run away—the mercenaries and dwarves could clean up the mess, and he wouldn't have to do anything.
Goblin is a master at deceiving goblins, but kobolds are even easier to fool than goblins.
Let's see what they're doing first, and from which angle is the best to attack... Gebu observed the movements of the kobold camp from under the leaves. What exactly are these guys doing?
After dressing the little girl, the kobolds busied themselves again—the fur-hatted girl was dressed in a butler's suit they'd somehow acquired: a white shirt and a black swallowtail. The suit was clearly taken from a human, far too large, dragging on the ground, and filthy. The kobolds used a knife to cut a hole in the back of the suit so the tail could protrude.
The dog-headed people even found it a dead weasel, intending to drape it around its neck as a scarf.
The weasel had been dead for who knows how long; it was stiff and couldn't be put on.
The kobold took it in his hand, bent it with his knee, snapped it into a V shape, and then placed it on the back of his neck like a boomerang.
Finally, the man in the leather hat picked a dandelion, tucked it into the breast pocket of his dress, and walked swaggering to the center of the dog-headed crowd.
Gebu muttered to himself: "A bunch of kobolds, and they're quite the ritualists... Even the old shamans didn't put on this show during their rituals."
The dog-headed people split into two rows at the shouts of the fur-hatted man, one side of which was a manticore statue, and the other side was the fur-hatted man and the little girl.
The little girl was sobbing, not knowing what to do.
The man in the leather hat turned and cursed at the girl, then pointed behind him—the girl was confused, and the kobold gestured and babbled at her. The little girl only half understood, and timidly followed the kobold's movements, grabbing its tail.
The dog-headed man got angry, turned around and slapped the girl—the little girl's face turned red, and she cried in grievance.
The kobold grumbled and shoved the back of the dress into her hand, forcing her to follow him.
This scene... looks familiar.
Seeing that everything was ready, the man in the leather hat raised his hands to the sky, and the dog-headed men, as if rehearsed, began to sing in unison—
Clang—clang-dang-dang, clang—clang—dang-dang.
Cheers erupted, flowers were scattered, and people walked toward the statue. The little girl clutched her clothes and followed, sobbing.
This is...
wedding?!
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Gebu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He watched the ugly kobold with a gleam in his eyes as he walked step by step toward the hideous manticore statue, amidst the kobold's off-key singing and the human girl's sobs.
It seems my vision was too narrow... No matter how ambitious Geb is, all he wants is to become a wizard...
This dog-headed man is going to marry a "dragon"!
"A puppy driving a big truck, bro! Not just anyone can be a dragon knight!"
Judging by their size... the kobold would need a ladder.
Despite the initial shock, a plan quickly formed in Gebu's mind.
You wanted to marry a "dragon"—so here's your dream come true.
Geb quietly emerged from the leaves, using the bushes to slowly approach the kobold camp—bypassing the leaky fence, he found an empty barrel, hid inside, and then cast a spell on the statue through a hole in the barrel…
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Today is a big day for the kobolds.
The little creature with red scales stood in front of the "dragon" statue, its eyes blinded by the midday sun.
With each flap of its outstretched wings, the dragon created a hurricane.
The dragon soared through the air—fearless, for nothing could threaten it.
So majestic, so powerful, so... beautiful.
"Usukashi... Doragan... Ga, Tubi Dead Road," it murmured in dragon language.
The kobold stepped forward, trying to climb onto the statue's base—it moved, but its clothes didn't, pulling it back.
The man in the leather hat turned his head angrily to look at the bewildered little girl and shoved her hand away from the dress.
The little girl had just stopped crying when the kobold treated her roughly, and she opened her mouth to howl again—the fur-hatted man pointed his little paw at her fiercely, startling her, and the crying sound got stuck in her throat and she swallowed it down.
The other kobolds were still singing marches in their raspy voices—the groom kobolds made a shushing gesture to them, and the whole camp fell silent.
It turned its head and took a step, when the "dragon" in front of it suddenly made a sound!
"You insignificant kobold, why don't you kneel before the great dragon!"
The entire kobold camp was stunned, falling into absolute silence for a moment.
The groom was also in a state of utter shock, standing frozen for a full minute before finally speaking:
"Do...Doragan? Nani? Oh...my...Common language...is very bad?"
Thirty meters away, Gebu pinched his thigh hard inside the bucket:
Damn it... I forgot!
I don't speak dragon language!!!