Chapter 55 Confrontation_3

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It seemed as if hundreds or thousands of men were roaring at once, "Uukhai!"

"It's an ambush! Idiots! The sentry is dead!" Fat Taltai cursed nonstop, "Pull the men back!"

But it was too late. Two muffled booms sounded from across the river, and the piercing bugle calls cut through the thin mist, echoing along both banks of the Big Horn River.

Captain Thomas sprang out of the field path, holding a pig-hunting spear and charging at the very front.

To Thomas's surprise, someone was even ahead of him: a short figure holding a pig-hunting spear horizontally charged into the mist, howling.

Ever since that ramshackle shack was burned down, Dwarf Peter hadn't said a word. He didn't cry or laugh, would eat when given food, drink when given drink, living like a walking corpse.

Even as Captain Thomas repeatedly assured him, promising to help him rebuild his house after they defeated the Herd Barbarians, it failed to spark any light in Dwarf Peter's eyes.