Chapter 391: Dangerous Gray Dwarf Lair

The map of Fangs was left by Little Will. He found the base camp of the gray dwarves easily, but the scale was beyond Little Will's previous expectations. Sure enough, a wise man was very important to the tribe. This was definitely one of the few civilized tribes in the Mabster jungle.

The gray dwarves had great ambitions. Standing on a high hill, Little Will and others looked down at the camp below and felt frightened.

This was a huge camp, and the surrounding environment was extremely bad. On one side was a dense jungle with thorns and countless snakes and insects, and it also emitted a strange miasma that made people dizzy. On the other side were jagged rocks, occupied by snakes, scorpions, monsters and traps.

There was another section at the end, where there was a small swamp, where crocodiles and poisonous snakes that were good at lurking and attacking occupied this place, forming another barrier.

There were only three huge underground passages that could lead to the outside world quickly. The gray dwarves had lost their talent for casting, but their instinct to dig holes still existed. They spent a hundred years running this camp and built a miniature gray dwarf kingdom here.

It may be a bit exaggerated to call it a kingdom, but it is not an exaggeration to call it a territory. The area within a radius of 20 miles is their sphere of influence. This camp alone is more than 3,000 meters long and more than 2,000 meters wide. The number of gray dwarves exceeds 20,000. This does not include the gray dwarves living underground. You must know that no dwarf will refuse caves, even gray dwarves.

The towering city wall is 50 feet high and is built with solid boulders. The mahogany used for the city gate is more than 3 feet thick. It takes 20 dwarves at the formal professional level to push it at the same time. There are dwarf warriors patrolling on the city wall at any time. They are definitely well-trained elites.

"When did you dwarves become so powerful?" After carefully observing with a clairvoyance (simple telescope), Little Will handed it to Gru.

"These damned traitors have learned a little bit of the skills of the Titans. My dear brother Will, you have to know that the giants who really dominated this world had a highly developed civilization. This kind of thing is really not worth mentioning. Compared with the giants' sky fortress, this small camp is really too simple." Gru has preached to him the greatness of the giants more than once.

No! If you use the word "tribe" to describe this place again, it would really be an insult to them. This is a small city. Although it is small, it has everything. There are city defense troops, patrols, shops, taverns, hotels, and little Will also saw bakeries and clothing stores. Wait, what the hell is that place? The female gray dwarves dressed up in fancy clothes?

Little Will saw a mine, where gray dwarves entered in groups and then came out from another passage. Each of them carried a relatively neat stone and kept transporting it to different places in the city. They have been building this city and have never stopped.

Just looking at the countless buildings on the ground,

all made of stones, little Will couldn't imagine how many stones they had dug out? The gray dwarves have lost a lot of their talents, but their brains are not really hollowed out. They are also very good at mining and cave planning, which is not much different from the dwarves.

Suddenly, Xiao Weier felt that the corner of his clothes was pulled. He turned around and saw Xiao Luo looking up at him: "Danger, feel it."

"Do you feel that the people below are in danger?" Although the strange Luo has some quirks and is not good at communication, her intuition is extremely sharp.

Xiao Luo shook her head gently, gestured at the feet of herself and others twice, and pointed at themselves.

"Do you feel that we may be in danger, and it is dangerous to stay here?" Xiao Weier was shocked. Did he underestimate this small town a little too much? After all, this is a city. Even if it is really small, it is definitely not simple for an alien race to develop to this extent.

After getting Xiao Luo's affirmation, Xiao Weier and others immediately began to check the surroundings and found that there were no other special things except the occasional snakes and insects.

Wait, snakes and insects? This season is winter. Although there is no rain or snow in this place, the temperature is relatively low. How can there be snakes and insects outside?

He killed the two little snakes without hesitation, but Xiao Luo told him that he felt the danger more clearly. Xiao Weier knew that he had grasped a little trick and immediately took them away. He processed the footprints a little bit and collected the two killed little snakes, but he deliberately left a little bloodstain. Being too perfect was actually a loophole.

Just a moment after Little Will left, three short figures appeared at the scene. Two of them were wearing black cloaks, wrapping themselves tightly. One of them even held a staff in his hand. "The snake I controlled was killed. Someone has been here."

The other black-cloaked man stood here and looked down, and then walked to the place stained with snake blood. "It looks like it was attacked by a bird of prey such as a falcon. This is very much like the traces of wings flapping. It's a pity that they shouldn't leave such blood. Your snake was cut off."

"Can you find someone? Is it an enemy?"

"It's difficult. It's hard to judge whether it's an enemy or not. I only found a line of footprints of our dwarves." The black-cloaked man pointed to the almost invisible traces on the ground and the traces of the grass and trees in front and said: "The footprints are obviously very shallow, but you can still vaguely see the size and depth. It is very likely that they are from our clan."

"Goblins and dwarves are also very small." The first black-cloaked man couldn't help but refute.

"Hmph, comparing yourself to those dirty and inferior races, don't you think you have lowered your level? And do those weak and humble races wear shoes?" The man in the black cloak sneered: "Through these traces, I can not only see his height, but also estimate his weight. According to the plant traces on both sides, it can be basically confirmed that he is one of our dwarves."

"My own people should not kill my snake."

"Is it possible that he is a dwarf from outside?" The last senior warrior, the gray dwarf, who was holding an axe, had a full beard and wore heavy armor, suddenly asked.

The two men in the black cloak were silent for a while. They were all gray dwarves, so they naturally knew what he meant by the dwarves from outside.

Origin is not something you can choose. Since you are born as a gray dwarf, you have to live as this identity, and even work hard to live better. Since you can't go back to the past, go to a place where you can live freely. This world is full of malice towards them, and going to hell may be their final destination.

"No matter who it is, no one can stop us. We have worked hard for more than a hundred years just to get relief. No one can take away our hope! Let's investigate thoroughly!" The man in the black cloak turned and left.

A strange whistle sounded, and snakes and insects crawled out within a few miles and began to wander around, looking for possible enemies.

The gray dwarf tribe or the city is very strictly controlled. There is no so-called leisure and entertainment for the gray dwarves, nor any activities such as outings and play. They are not allowed to leave the city without orders or tasks. When there are traces of dwarves outside the city, their first reaction is that the enemy invades.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, one hour, two hours, a secret passage behind a boulder not far away opened quietly, and three figures went back and forth. After a careful inspection, they did not come to the conclusion they wanted.

Nothing!

Nothing was found. Neither their eyes nor the lurking snakes and insects found anything abnormal. Except for the increasingly faint and blurred dwarf footprints, there was nothing, no so-called stealth lurking, and no enemies suddenly appearing in the sky or on the ground. Everything seemed to be unreal, except for the line of dwarf footprints.

"Nothing unusual." After confirming again and again, the black cloaked man shrugged helplessly: "If this is not an accident, our enemy may be a very cautious little guy, but those careless guys can't be so careful."

"Footprints." Another black cloaked man said two words casually, but expressed a different meaning.

"Let's impose full martial law. Anyway, it's not much different from usual." The only gray dwarf senior warrior whose face could be seen waved the axe in his hand: "Everything for the race!"

"What an ironic statement." The black cloaked man wrapped his clothes, "Do we still have a race? In this world that has been betrayed by us and betrayed us."