Chapter 1: Biting the Head of the Kobold at the Beginning

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(Volume 1: Who Isn't a Princess? Let's Get Started!)

"From the first sprout of life underwater, to the giant beasts of the Stone Age, and then to the first time humans walked upright, you have experienced a lot..."

His thoughts were like a shoal of startled tadpoles, all scattered and in disarray. He didn't know how much time had passed before his thoughts gradually gathered again. Then, Li Ao slowly regained consciousness.

The familiar voice of the game narrator whispered from afar, rousing Li Ao from his nightmare.

Severe headache!

A burning sensation all over his body!

It was as if his brain had been put through a blender and he'd had a premature taste of the crematorium.

Li Ao couldn't help but let out a painful groan. At the same time, he was extremely dissatisfied with his physical condition.

Wasn't it just that after several consecutive days of overtime, he went home and played a game of Barbarian 6?

Was it necessary to pass out?

He only played a short game.

Although he had been an overtime worker in the workplace for five years, the fated overworker, he was a sports student during his school days. His physical fitness ranked among the top in the entire school.

How could he pass out just from playing a game!

Li Ao endured the severe headache and slowly opened his eyes. At the same time, he felt the bumps beneath him and the rusty taste of blood in his mouth.

What came into his sight were swaying skirts and ample bosoms within the swaying field of vision.

Ah, no, this must be an illusion!

Li Ao tried hard to raise his head and only then did he clearly see the environment he was in.

For a moment, Li Ao even suspected he'd been transported to the start of *The Elder Scrolls V*.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying with his hands bound, being carted off to the execution ground.

But no, the reality was even more miserable.

The howling cold wind, the muddy road, the endless convoy, and the refugees in ragged clothes, carrying parcels.

The braying of donkeys, the crying of children, and the shouts of the coachman filled his ears in succession.

And currently, he was lying on a donkey cart, covered with a tattered blanket, with high-piled parcels and animal skins beneath him.

The intense bumping and shaking were slightly cushioned by the goods, but they still made him extremely uncomfortable and on the verge of vomiting.

A blond girl with green pupils knelt, holding his head in her arms to prevent him from choking to death on his nosebleed while unconscious.

"You're awake?"

The blond girl had been keeping an eye on Li Ao. When she heard his groan and saw him open his eyes, the worried look on her face immediately gave way to a smile.

She shouted to the bottom of the donkey cart, "Leo is awake! Leo is awake!"

"The bastard finally woke up. He's been out cold for three days. If he hadn't woken up, I'd have buried him alive!"

A rough voice came from below the donkey cart. Then a pair of rough big hands grabbed the railing of the trailer.

A Viking face, adorned with a horned helmet and a thick beard, appeared.

He clamped the wooden board of the freight car with one elbow to steady himself, then roughly grabbed Leo's head with his other hand and turned it left and right to examine it.

"I've never been this pale, even three days after dying!"

The overburdened donkey in front let out a shrill scream.

The donkey cart immediately slowed down and began to tilt slowly to one side.

"Dad, get off right away!" The blond girl pressed on the bearded man's head in dissatisfaction and pushed him away, saving the donkey cart. Then she held Li Ao's head and gently wiped the blood from his mouth and nose.

"Ow!"

Li Ao groaned painfully once again. His head seemed to have a blender in it, churning his brain into a mess and sending it flying. A wisp of brain matter splashed out, transmitting a fragmented memory segment to Li Ao.

In the memory scene, hundreds of kobolds holding short spears rushed down from the ambushed slope and pounced on the refugee convoy.

These kobolds resembled large golden retrievers standing upright, except that their limbs were more robust and flexible. They had the paws and fingers of primates and the fangs and claws of canines.

Except for the kobold chief at the front, who was one and a half meters tall, the rest were generally around one and a third meters.

Most of them were huddled together in a chaotic mess, while a few stragglers rushed forward on all fours in a hurry, showing no formation at all.

It gave Li Ao the feeling of being in a primary school cafeteria during meal time.

But with such a large number, the overwhelming momentum of their swarming was still quite astonishing.

The convoy reacted quickly. The donkey carts were driven together, and the old, weak, women, and children all hid behind the donkey carts.

The members of the militia with simple weapons and shields lined up and advanced. Some civilians with bows and arrows climbed onto the freight trucks and shot scattered arrows at the kobolds.

Many militia members still had bandages on their bodies, indicating that such attacks had occurred more than once.

And as the new militia captain and the original owner of this body, Leo Mundo, remained particularly calm.

The combat power of kobolds was not high, and their will to fight was even weaker. The well-trained militia, who had gone through many actual battles, could easily drive them away.

This had been the case in several previous ambushes. Hundreds of kobolds charged towards the militia's shield formation. The confrontation was brief and swift, leaving only around a dozen kobold corpses behind.

The kobolds fled in disarray, while the casualties of the militia were few.

Unexpectedly, this time, an accident happened.

When the kobold formation charged halfway, the leading kobold chief let out a wild bark, and all the kobolds unexpectedly threw the short spears in their hands simultaneously.

Hundreds of short spears rained down from the halfway up the slope. Caught off guard, the militia was in a state of chaos with men and horses tumbling down for a moment.

Not only were some militiamen behind Leo, who only had weapons but no shields, affected, but several militiamen in the front with wooden shields also lost their lives, their shields shattered.

The militia, which originally had less than fifty people, suffered casualties of one-third in an instant.

This was also because the aim of the kobolds was too poor, and the kobold chief barked too early. The kobolds following behind didn't have enough strength, and some of the short spears fell in front of the militia formation.

Seeing their companions who suddenly died and those who were pierced by short spears and let out miserable howls, the militia's shield formation suddenly became a bit scattered.

Leo Mundo was shocked and enraged. With his muscle-headed brain, he couldn't figure out that the kobolds had such a trick up their sleeves. He shouted to maintain the formation and at the same time picked up the short spear in front of him and threw it back, accurately piercing a charging kobold.

But it was too late. In an instant, they rushed right in front of them.

A chaotic battle ensued.

Although kobolds were short in stature and were generally acknowledged to have low combat power, that was in comparison to combat professions.

Due to the training they received from years of mining, hunting, and looting, their muscle strength was not much less than that of human civilians who could only subsist on thin gruel.

Coupled with their natural sharp teeth and claws, their individual combat power even exceeded that of ordinary wild wolves.

The militia of the refugee convoy were merely ordinary civilians who had undergone simple training. Most of the weapons in their hands were sickles, pitchforks, and axes that they brought themselves.

Less than half of the militia had leather armor. In terms of individual strength, the two sides were actually on par.

In the chaotic battle situation, some experienced and calm militia who had survived the orc invasion maintained a good shield formation and could barely handle the siege of more than one time the number of kobolds.

However, several hot-blooded or panicked recruits accidentally broke away from the formation and were immediately pounced on and bitten by several kobolds.

It was like calves being hunted by African hyenas. Once a militiaman fell to the ground, there was almost no chance of getting back up.

The miserable howls and splashing blood during the rolling and struggling quickly sapped the morale of the others.

The most hot-blooded and reckless one among them was actually he, the newly appointed head of the militia.

He raised his shield to block a flying javelin, sliced open the head of a pouncing kobold with a sword, and crouched down to drag back an injured militiaman who had broken away from the shield formation.

Looking around, seeing the tragic situation of his companions, he completely lost his cool.

While shouting for the militia to maintain the formation, he himself leaped out, rammed aside several small kobolds in his way with his leather-covered wooden shield, and pounced towards the largest and most ferocious kobold.

This tall kobold warrior was the leader of the kobold group. Although it was a full head shorter than Leo, the muscles under its mottled fur were stronger than Leo's. It was like a devilish, protein-pumped muscular pit bull.

Since the kobolds attacked the convoy, this kobold leader had been howling and giving commands.

In the previous attacks, it always stood far behind, hardly within the range of the bows and arrows.

Leo's limited experience told him that as long as he killed this kobold leader, the kobold group with weak fighting spirit would collapse.

Seeing Leo pounce towards it, the kobold leader showed no kobold-like behavior at all. Instead, it raised its head and let out a fierce bark, then swung the heavy flail in its hand and smashed it towards the charging Leo.

One blow shattered the shield!

The iron hammer head, weighing over two kilograms, came whistling down. With the huge potential energy, it easily shattered the leather-covered wooden shield in Leo's hand.

And Leo also took this opportunity to stab a knife into the vulnerable abdomen of the kobold leader. Gritting his teeth against the piercing pain of his fractured left hand, he rotated his right wrist and stirred it around in the opponent's abdomen.

This half-orc, clearly of the kobold race but with the build of a jackal, contrary to its previous behavior of running away with its tail between its legs after failed sneak attacks, actually ignored its injuries.

First, it swung the flail at Leo's chest, then lunged forward, knocking Leo to the ground, and biting at Leo's neck.

Leo struggled to twist his body and dodged the vital part, but was bitten on the shoulder by the kobold leader.

Fortunately, Leo was wearing a bear skin shoulder guard with an embedded net of iron bars on his shoulder. Although the fangs of the kobold leader deeply penetrated Leo's muscles, it ultimately failed to crush his scapula and rip off his entire shoulder.

The enraged Leo lost all feeling in his left hand, and his right hand was still frantically stirring the opponent's entrails with the knife to sap the opponent's strength, but he was unable to break free from the opponent's powerful hold.

The hot-tempered original owner of this body was obviously not a refined person. Without hesitation, he bit down on the muscular neck of the kobold leader, and then they got locked in a stalemate until he lost too much blood and passed out.

The memories were so vivid. The brief yet frenzied battle made Li Ao's hair stand on end.

The physical injuries mercilessly transformed into searing pain that attacked his brain from every part of his body.

Li Ao, who was used to nothing but working overtime and staying at home, had never experienced such a primitive and savage battle.

So, did I really start off by biting a kobold to death?

It hurts so much! This is even worse than dying of overwork!

Waaah, I want to go back!