Chapter 116 - 03: Setting Out (3)
The night was dark, the wind was high, and one could not see their hand in front of their face.
Shadowy, spherical figures crept closer one by one.
Oh, it turned out to be the dwarves advancing in a wedge formation, ready to launch a sneak attack.
Shields taller than them, hammers larger than their heads, axes that humans absolutely couldn’t lift, long double-barreled muskets one couldn’t even imagine how they loaded, and oversized wolf fang clubs... In the occasional glimpses of moonlight, these bizarre weapons radiated an odd flair.
"Hold it!" The leader, Bonk, suddenly raised a hand. "Gap Tooth! Two o’clock direction! Go!"
"Yes!" Gap Tooth—who had, indeed, no front teeth—gripped a hammer larger than his own head and stealthily crawled onto a nearby rock. "Boss! The camp has no guards!"
"No guards?" Bonk narrowed his eyes into slits, realizing things weren’t so straightforward. "Cross-Eye! Eleven o’clock direction! Go!"
Cross-Eye, clutching a massive hammer, swallowed nervously and crept to a slope nearby. "Boss... There really aren’t any guards."
"Huh? Could it be we’ve hit the jackpot?" Bonk couldn’t believe his ears. "Stammer! Do a loop around the place and check!"
"O-okay... okay!" Stammer hoisted a shield and set off at lightning speed, climbing hills and crossing rivers like a tumbling rubber ball.
Stroking his beard, Bonk turned to his subordinates and solemnly declared, "With my thirty years of experience in highway robbery, I can tell you this: setting up camp in a dense forest without any guards is unheard of. Moreover, they’re all wearing armor—it’s probably a trap! We need to proceed with caution. After all, we dwarves are not like humans; we value strategy!"