Nash felt a bit concerned.
He quietly asked Hog,
"Chieftain, what if these guys ambush us on the way back..."
"They wouldn't dare!"
Hog sneered softly, saying,
"We will return with ten festival wands and more than five hundred Elite Skeleton Army members, only a madman would ambush us on the road.
If it were me, I might wait for the night after we returned to Smugglers' Forest when our guard is down to launch a surprise attack with the elites...
But Nash, you know well the kind of dangerous 'beasts' that roam the Woodland."
"Ha ha."
Nash understood.
It craftily smiled, telling Hog,
"Yes, yes, those man-eating 'beasts' that don't spit out bones will bury them for us. No, their fate will be even worse, becoming pitiful Gladiators..."
"Exactly!"
Hog nodded, calculated the time, and then turned to Nash, saying,
"Go 'roam' around the town, I will go to the Construct Tower to collect the army provided to us by Lord Tear Flesh. We'll meet at the town entrance in two hours.