The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

An excellent hunter is good at using all conditions to hide his breath. When the prey is right in front of him, as a hunter, he should have enough patience.

A small group of kobolds were resting downwind. Li's father, Jack, was holding a javelin in his hand, keeping an eye on the kobolds' actions.

"Those Kobolds are all injured. They are the same ones we faced before!"

"Their numbers have decreased a lot. It seems that the last chaos caused the Kobolds to suffer a lot of losses."

Jack and the militiamen beside him carefully discussed information about the enemy, while trying to get closer to the group of kobolds.

Unfortunately, there were few tall plants on the gravel hills, and the grass in spring could barely hide a person. It was very difficult for the group to move while lying in the grass.

Jack felt a little regretful at this time, wishing he had two hands.

Jack's bravery in returning to the battlefield without receiving treatment won everyone's respect, but everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw his awkward movements.

Jack was holding a javelin in his hand and carrying a backpack across his shoulder. He was very busy organizing the things on his body every time he crawled.

"Captain Jack, how about I carry your backpack for you~"

The backpack that Li prepared for his father was very inconvenient to use for Jack, who was missing one shoulder.

Under normal circumstances, Jack would have just thrown the backpack to his men, but after taking out the contents of the backpack yesterday, Jack regretted it so much.

Before setting off, Li and Xiaoli packed a lot of things. Jack looked at the so-called supplies that were so heavy that even a carriage could not pull them, and looked at them with disdain.

It was only after his wife’s persuasion that Jack finally picked up his backpack and set off without any hesitation.

During the first two days of the operation, the militia ate dry bread brought from the town.

These marching rations are harder than the usual black bread and are very harsh on the throat.

At the beginning, everyone could cook some wild vegetable soup to help swallow the dry bread.

But as we got further away from the town and closer to the kobolds, it became less convenient to make a fire.

At this time, Jack subconsciously looked through the backpack prepared by his son, wanting to see if there was any dried meat or something in it.

There was indeed dried meat. A whole bag of dried meat was enough to satisfy Jack's needs for several days. In addition, the other things in the bag made Jack's eyes light up.

A kind of square, salty and fragrant dry food successfully conquered Jack's picky mouth. After eating those marching rations, the son who was once considered by Jack as a disappointing person suddenly became Jack's pride.

Jack glared at his fellow villager who wanted to occupy his backpack and gave him a serious warning.

"Everyone check your weapons and equipment, and prepare for battle after a ten-minute break!"

In the distance, the dog-headed men were having a dinner, and an unlucky prairie Suzuka was lying there covered in blood.

Jack would wait for the gnolls to eat, and when their stomachs were full of food and they could neither run nor jump, he would jump out from his hiding place to deal with the enemies.

"Jack, please take out the honey jar your son prepared~"

Eating some sweets before a battle can ensure physical strength during the battle.

When they heard someone mention the honey jar, everyone gathered around and blocked Jack in the middle.

Jack held the backpack tightly with his only right hand and refused to let them touch it no matter what. There were several things in it that were more precious than the honey jar.

"This is a treasure, each person is only allowed to touch it!"

Jack carefully opened his backpack and pulled out a palm-sized clay pot from the gap.

Seeing that Jack really took out the jar, the others also took out bread and meat strips.

A group of people gathered around a jar of honey, savoring the sweetness that they might not be able to taste once in several months. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surrounded everyone.

"Tsk~ With this bag of food, I won't hesitate to fight the Kobolds, let alone the Southern Expedition!"

"That's right, if someone gives me endless honey, I can charge into the flaming hell with a spear in hand!"

People tend to talk a lot when they are full, especially when a group of men get together and they won’t stop bragging until the sky bursts.

Originally everyone was still able to speak in low voices, but as they chatted they became more excited.

The dog-headed people in the distance pricked up their ears and vaguely caught the sound of humans. Jack glanced at the enemy and immediately realized that the militia had been discovered.

"Stop bragging and get ready for battle!"

Jack was the first to jump up, waving a javelin in his hand and rushing towards the enemy. The other militiamen followed suit and swarmed towards the kobolds.

The ogres probably didn't expect that humans would launch a counterattack in such a short time. Many ogres warriors only carried wooden sticks, and the metal weapons and armors, which were extremely valuable to the ogres, were all left in the nest and not brought out.

The human militia, with their clear purpose and deliberate planning, immediately gained the upper hand.

Most of the kobold warriors were already injured, and there were many cubs in the group. After the humans rushed over, the kobolds resisted for a few times and could not hold on any longer.

Seeing that he had the situation under control, Jack jumped out of the battle circle, leaving the opportunity to take action to the militiamen. He himself scanned the surrounding situation to avoid encountering support from other dog-headed people groups.

"It seems that they have dispersed their group after ambushing us last time."

The group of kobolds in front of us, including the cubs, are only about thirty in total, and there are no elite kobolds in the team.

Until the battle was completely over, Jack still didn't wait for the support from the surrounding ogres, which shows that the ogres were scattered far enough.

In a land like Gravel Hills, gathering a large group of people consumes a lot of survival resources, and the dispersion of the kobolds is an inevitable result.

But watching the militiamen cleaning up the battle, Jack began to feel vaguely uneasy.

"Captain, what are you thinking about?"

A militiaman who was in charge of looking after the supplies came over with Jack's backpack. He wanted to ask Jack for a piece of delicious dry food, but found that Jack was distracted.

"Me? I was just thinking that the fighting ability of these kobolds is too poor."

"Well, that's how kobolds are. When they have intelligence, they are as difficult to deal with as the Knights. But when there is no one to lead them, they are loose and no different from wild beasts."

The team members didn't take it seriously, but Jack's uneasy feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Including his experience wandering outside when he was young, Jack has fought against kobolds at least dozens of times.

A tribe of kobolds that has given birth to intelligent species should not have such poor combat capabilities even if their leader is not around.

Aren’t these the same dog-headed men we encountered before?

Jack looked at the familiar wounds on the dog-headed man's body and rejected such irresponsible speculation.

These injuries were indeed caused by the battle with the human army a few days ago, there is no way to be wrong about this.

Then what is the reason that the fighting power of these kobolds has become so low...

Jack thought hard but got no result, and the wind blowing through the grass seemed a little noisy.