"Why are you doing this? Look at yourself now."
Monn was a modern man after all. He couldn't bear to see such cruelty and torture people alive.
"You don't have to be so kind. You humans, how would you understand how difficult life is for us, the lowest level Kobolds?"
Before it could finish, it spat out another mouthful of dark red blood.
Giant Kobold, eh. No.
It was the shrunken Kobold. It raised its head and waited fiercely for Monn.
The reason why it was in this state was because of this human in front of it.
This human was still pretending in front of it.
"The orcs seem to only look at strength and nothing else, right?"
Monn still had a little understanding of the orcs.
But in this world, no matter where it was, wasn't strength the most important thing?
Who had the biggest fist and who had the hardest fist? Who was in charge?
But looking at this Kobold's appearance, it didn't seem to be?
