Chapitre 80: A Kobold's Plea

Golden eyes shone in the darkness. A pair first, then two, followed by three.

An icy drop of sweat rolled down his forehead when he counted over fifty, and the faint noise of footsteps turned into a cacophony reverberating through the rocky ground.

Yet, he didn't give the command to attack... not yet.

Something bugged him like an itch in the middle of his back, too far for him to reach, yet scratching at his skin.

In the heavy silence, he pondered the sensation before a spark of realisation struck his mind like a hammer.

'Their eyes aren't green. They're regular kobolds!'

His chest rose deliberately as he exhaled the anxiety that had kept his muscles tensed and lowered his arm, finally delivering the command to capture them.

His silent subjects roared in delight, channelling their demonic essence and drawing their weapons to subdue the creatures.