"Be on alert, something's coming!"
Suddenly, the figure at the very front lay prostrate on the ground, pressing an ear to the earth as he spoke.
At these words, the other four immediately stopped resting, quickly stood up to surround the cart, drew their weapons, and looked around vigilantly.
Before long.
The sound of running faintly approached from their front-left, and a figure riding a strange creature appeared in their field of vision.
Initially, the five figures were somewhat wary, but once they clearly saw the appearance of the figure riding the strange creature, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing expressions of surprise and joy.
Lyle rode the Ghost Hound, quickly approaching the five people, and soon clearly saw the appearance of these five figures.
Short stature, thick, bushy beards.
Weren't these dwarves?
However, the skin of these five dwarves was entirely iron-gray, different from the skin color of the dwarves in the Angelic Mountain Range.
But the race was unmistakable!
Seeing they were dwarves, a smile appeared on Lyle's face; dwarves were generally a friendly race, so it seemed they could have a good exchange.
"Everyone."
Lyle arrived in front of the five dwarves, pulling the Bone Chain on the Ghost Hound to stop it, maintaining a slight distance to show he had no ill intent, then spoke:
"I am a travel—"
"It's actually a human!"
"The guy must be someone who escaped from the battlefield."
"How lucky, we actually ran into one. Catch him!"
"He can be exchanged for a large jar of wine!"
The five dwarves let out excited roars, interrupting Lyle mid-sentence, their faces revealing greedy and fierce expressions.
They all raised their weapons and charged forward in unison.
Seeing this.
Lyle, who was trying his best to maintain a smile, couldn't help but pause.
"I didn't expect there to be humans in this region as well. Though it sounds like their situation is quite dire."
Lyle watched the five dwarves charging at him, his gaze turning cold, and his figure instantly vanished from the Ghost Hound's back.
Turning into an afterimage, he reached the five charging dwarves first!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
None of the dwarves saw how Lyle attacked before their heads turned into clouds of blood mist.
Only the dwarf charging at the very back stood trembling in place, unkilled, staring in horror at the bloody scene before him.
"How can this be..."
The dwarf looked in terror at his four companions who had died in an instant, his legs turning weak with fear as he took a step back.
Was this still the human from his memory? He had only heard that there was one relatively strong individual among humans, but that person should be dead by now.
"Experience gained: 108"
"Experience gained: 121"
"Experience gained: 107"
"Experience gained: 115"
Lyle shook the blood from his hands, a look of disgust on his face as he glanced at the four dwarves he had casually punched into pulp: "I clearly held back, yet it still ended up like this."
"You really are weak, around level five or six? Forget it, as long as one is alive, it's enough."
They looked all muscular, so he thought they would be stronger.
Thud!
The dwarf's mouth hung open, and he slumped to the ground with a thud, completely failing to understand Lyle's words.
However, there was no need for him to understand.
Lyle walked up to the dwarf, grabbed him by the hair to pull him up from the ground, a magical light flashing in his eyes:
"All-Race Charm."
The dwarf's entire body stiffened, and his terrified gaze immediately became vacant.
"What place is this?"
"Valley of Despair."
Lyle paused; he naturally didn't know what the "Valley of Despair" was, but he could tell from the name alone that it wasn't a good place.
After briefly organizing his thoughts.
"Which race rules this place, and what is the kingdom called?"