I am the Enchantress!

The ten kobolds not only helped them with their tasks, but they did them with exceptional care and were remarkably efficient.

Under the spell's influence, these dogs, who might never have made friends in their lives, experienced for the first time the feeling of selfless dedication to their friends.

The team members weren't idle either.

Lyle and Joffrey kept watch at the cave entrance, keeping an eye out for any other kobolds coming this way.

Cyrion and Gru stood inside, swords and axes in hand, watching the kobolds work.

As pragmatic veterans, they were skeptical of such incredible magic, worried that some bastard might suddenly revert to his true nature.

Wilder sat on the ground, resting as much as possible.

He regretted it a little; he shouldn't have impulsively released "Quick Friendship" ten times in a row.

The scene is indeed visually striking, but his magical power has clearly become depleted.

Magic power is not physical strength, and simply resting is too slow to recover it.

He had previously seen a goose-egg-sized stone at a magic supplies shop. It glowed slightly and was said to be a crystal that could quickly restore magic power. It seemed he would have to buy a few to keep on hand before his next trip.

About 15 minutes later, the dog-headed men had collected almost everything.

As requested by Wilde, they packed the jewelry and handicrafts into bags as much as possible, while the gold and silver coins were packed separately and given to Cyrion for safekeeping.

As for the other pots, pans, and weapons that were about to be scrapped, they were too heavy to carry and wouldn't fetch many copper coins, so they were left here.

"We're going to be rich!"

Gru glanced at it just now and saw ten full jars of gold coins, at least a hundred!

Add to that six fully loaded backpacks, stuffed with jewelry and trinkets, and it's really awesome!

This isn't a kobold hunt.

This is looting!

"Wild, everything is packed."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Cyrion's face. "Should we continue searching for the kobold leader, or retreat?"

Indeed, they have gained more.

Compared to the six large bags of jewels and hundreds of gold coins, the kobold leader's reward of five gold coins seemed insignificant.

Moreover, Cyrion felt a strange emotion...

We've already taken so many of them, isn't it a bit too cruel to kill them all?

Wilder probably realized what he was thinking too.

Cyrion is indeed a good person...

However, Wilder, as the spellcaster, knew very well that the seemingly prosperous world of humans and dogs coexisting was an illusion.

Kobolds are born monsters; greed and bloodlust are written in their blood. To change their nature, you would have to drain their blood first.

They are so benevolent now only because magic has temporarily altered their consciousness and manipulated their thoughts.

When the spell ends, everything will return to its original state.

"Captain, come with me for a moment."

After saying that, Wilder led Cyrion to the first bewitched kobold—Little Ha.

"Wild, what are you doing...?"

"It's almost time."

Wilder took a step back. "Captain, draw your sword!"

"Huh? What? Draw your sword?"

Cyrion was puzzled and in a daze when he suddenly heard an extremely angry roar in his ear.

"Aww!!!"

Cyrion whirled around and saw that the little dog, who had just been friendly, was now staring at him with bright, fierce eyes, its sharp, broken teeth bared, and a ferocious expression.

[Quickly make friends]

Time's up.

Beautiful friendships always pass too quickly, leaving only brutal instincts behind.

"Aww!!!"

The dog-headed statue broke free of its shackles and pounced wildly at Cyrion, who was closest to it.

Humans...

You're kidding me!

I'm going to bite your necks off!

"Pfft—"

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the blade of a one-handed sword had already pierced through its neck.

[Forward stab]

The simplest level 1 combat skill for warriors can often be unleashed by intermediate warriors with greater power.

Extremely fast speed and extremely strong penetration.

It originates from perfect muscle memory.

The kobold fell to the ground, lifeless, blood gushing from the hole in its neck.

Only the kobolds remained to witness this scene, but their empty eyes held no emotion, and the magic still dominated their consciousness, leaving them unmoved.

Cyrion wiped his one-handed sword, then sheathed it and said:

"Let's go, let these bastards lead us to the kobold leader!"

Wilder smiled and nodded.

In his mind, although the six large bags of jewels and hundreds of gold coins were indeed important, they were definitely not as important as the one hundred experience points provided by the two kobold leaders.

To continue becoming stronger, you must level up, so you can't afford to miss any experience points.

……

After Little Ha fell down, Old Ha became the new leader.

After emerging from the warehouse tunnel, it led the team and the remaining eight kobolds into the third tunnel.

"What's the second tunnel for?" Lyle asked.

"For escape," Wilde replied. "They say it leads to a very far place."

"Those bastards are really thoughtful, but what's the use?"

Gru shook his head. "They still fell into the hands of our ruthless little mage."

Wilder: "..."

As soon as you enter the third tunnel, you can immediately feel that the decorations here are more complex and exquisite than any other place in the previous tunnels.

The ground is paved with large bluestone slabs, the rock walls are decorated with pebbles, the kerosene lamps are uniquely designed, and dragon totems can be seen everywhere.

Although they are both leaders, these two are clearly doing much better than the older and younger brothers from the last pair.

"Damn! I didn't expect kobolds to be doing better than me!"

Gru cursed, the only thing that made him feel somewhat at peace was that the female kobold was fucking ugly!

Just then, a crude snoring sound came from the long tunnel.

They were getting closer and closer to the leader's position.

"Captain, shall we set up tactics?" Lyle asked.

"Um……"

Dealing with the kobold leader definitely requires more effort than dealing with the pups.

He glanced at Wilder. "What are your thoughts?"

Unbeknownst to him, Wilder had become the tactical initiator of this kobold hunt mission.

Wilder lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

With their squad's current combat strength, dealing with two kobold leaders shouldn't be too difficult.

The key issue is...

How to ensure you get the final blow.

The problem is that he doesn't have much magic power left; he can probably only cast three more spells at most.

"We've killed the kobold leader before, it wasn't too difficult, we didn't need any special tactics."

He smiled. "But I do have a request."

"What request?" Cyrion asked.

"Could you all leave the final blow to kill the leader to me?"

"Why is that?" Cyrion asked, puzzled. "Our pay is split equally, so it doesn't matter who kills him, right?"

"Well……"

Wilder couldn't talk about the system, and couldn't find a reason to explain, so he stood there awkwardly.

"Little one, what's there to be embarrassed about? I figured it out a long time ago—"

In the end, it was Gru who came to his rescue:

"You're addicted to killing!"