The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

A stranglehold was completed on a small group of Kobolds, with only a few casualties among the militia.

The injured had some bruises on their bodies, and two of the unlucky ones had broken wrists.

Overall, this was a complete victory. The wounded were still able to move and were directly rotated to carry supplies. The overall combat effectiveness of the militia did not decline.

Seeing that everyone's morale was good, Jack decided to search the surrounding area. It would be perfect if he could wipe out a few more similar small tribes.

The night in the wilderness is so quiet that if you stand still, you can hear your own heartbeat.

If someone suddenly approaches from behind at this time, the person being approached will definitely have his hair stand on end.

"Captain Jack! The traps are all set, it's time to eat."

Jack had long sensed his men approaching stealthily, and he pretended to be startled to make everyone happy.

When you are out there, the mentality of your teammates is very important. Jack doesn't want to fail at the critical moment because of someone's frustration.

Many rope traps with bells tied to them were set up around the camp. As long as something approached, the militiamen could hear the bells and respond in time.

Jack was one of the first ones to keep watch. Now that it was his shift change and he was taking a break, he could calm down and eat something to replenish his lost energy.

"Captain, everything is ready!"

The militiamen who were in the same group with Jack all gathered around. One of the soldiers, who knew a little magic, even held up a neatly-cut stone slab as if he was offering a treasure.

"Yeah, not bad~ Where's the prey?"

"Here, it's all cut!"

The wild animals hunted by the militia were all cleaned, and the neatly cut pieces of meat and steaks were placed next to the earthen stove.

This earthen stove is the main campfire in the center of the camp. In order to prevent the fire from leaking out and causing danger, a circle of earthen walls is built around the fire.

Jack placed the stone slab on the earthen stove, right over the fire. The temperature of the flames below quickly heated the stone slab.

This time of day is what the militiamen look forward to the most. Jack will take out the sauce from the backpack and help everyone grill meat.

Jack's barbecue skills are already good, and with the various seasonings prepared by Li, the aroma is even more unbeatable.

Originally, eating this kind of fragrant barbecue in the wild is very risky, but in order to satisfy their appetite, the militiamen promised that even if they attracted a giant dragon, they would kill the enemy.

"Jack, apply more of that perfume oil!"

"Bah! There's already oil on the grill, it's a waste to put so much on it, you should just put more vanilla sauce on it."

"There's only so much vanilla sauce, you should put some honey on it!"

"Yes, apply honey, we all agree to apply honey!"

In places where there is a lack of a steady source of sugar, a little sweetness can go a long way to making people happy.

Jack looked at his greedy subordinates and his hands moved on their own.

Spices and honey?

Don't even think about it!

Jack's emotionless hands reached for the backpack and pulled out the can of despair.

"No! No cranberry jam!"

The sour jam will make your teeth numb after taking a bite. Although it tastes good, it will make you feel nauseous. Its appearance is simply a curse from the devil!

Everyone immediately started making a fuss, trying to stop Jack from doing his evil deeds.

At this moment, a hidden murderous intent emerged from the darkness. Jack reacted immediately and quickly poked up the barbecue on the stone slab and swallowed it despite the burn.

"Enemy attack! Prepare to fight!"

After Jack gave the order, the surrounding militiamen immediately threw out torches, and fires lit up around the camp.

At some point, many dog-headed men appeared around the camp. They disarmed the simple traps set by humans and lurked nearby.

"You've been fooled once, don't think the same trick will work a second time!"

The human army was ambushed by the ogres before because they trusted the traps too much. This time, the militia led by Jack seemed to have a loose structure, but they were not careless at all when standing guard.

Jack was grilling meat in the middle of the camp, deliberately attracting the kobolds to come. Now the two sides are meeting each other, complaining about grievances and seeking revenge!

Jack threw the javelin in his hand with force, announcing the start of the battle.

Unlike the groups of ogres they had faced before, the ogres that attacked the human camp tonight were obviously elite ogres.

These half-human, half-dog creatures that move on all fours howl and charge towards humans. Although dog-headed men are generally short, they have considerable strength in their bodies.

The elite kobolds, in particular, possess innate powers and can even use natural magic.

"Ouch!"

A kobold wearing metal armor and holding a chain hammer rushed towards Jack.

The dog-headed man's roar made the humans standing in front of it feel dizzy.

Jack threw his javelin, but missed.

Jack, who only had one arm, had no chance to take the other javelin. Jack, quick-witted, grabbed the hot stone slab with his backhand and threw it directly at the kobold's face.

The stone slab whistled and the kobold dodged subconsciously, but when the kobold smelled the strange fragrance on the stone slab, the other party obviously hesitated.

This strong kobold was probably trying to figure out whether the stone slab was a weapon or food.

The brief hesitation made the kobold miss the opportunity to dodge, and it used the iron plate on its shoulder to withstand the impact of the stone slab.

This amount of damage was equivalent to drizzle for the strong kobold warrior, but the kobold's subconscious defensive action made it lose the opportunity to swing the chain hammer.

"Heroic Charge!"

Jack's feet exploded with power, and he rushed to the kobold and swung his fist at the kobold's face.

The kobold did not dodge or evade, but used his claws to take Jack's attack.

In terms of strength, the kobold has absolute confidence. It is the most powerful warrior in the tribe and a tribal warrior blessed by the high priest!

"Human, woof woof woof!"

After the kobold warrior captured Jack, he raised his hand to smash Jack's head with the chain hammer, but he felt a chill on his back and the chain hammer flew out of his hand.

No matter how brave a warrior is, if a spear pierces his heart, he will still be unable to use its power.

The dog-headed man looked at the spear that pierced his chest from behind, and stammered as if he wanted to say something.

Jack didn't understand the language of the kobolds, but he could guess that the kobold was swearing.

The battle between strong men should not be interfered by outsiders, but Jack asked his men to help and even attacked from behind.

"…cunning human!"

Perhaps realizing that the kobold language was useless, the kobold warrior shouted out the common language with an accent before he died.

Being powerful and able to speak the common language are already signs of being an intelligent species.

Jack watched the kobold warrior die until his body was completely motionless.

Jack then picked up his javelin and prepared to join other battles.

"team leader…"

The militiaman who helped Jack defeat the kobolds pointed behind Jack with an expression of disbelief. Jack thought that a kobold was attacking him from behind.

As a result, when Jack turned around, he did not find the kobold, but saw a chain hammer that came from nowhere, hitting his precious backpack.

The backpack was dented and the bottles and jars inside were definitely broken.

“…Kobolds, I will kill you!”

Tonight is a fight to the death. Who is the hunter and who is the prey? It all depends on who is still standing after the battle!