"It's all been taken care of, that little brat really tried his best." One of the Blood Clan at the front stroked the marks on the ground, holding a torch and speaking with a cheeky grin, "Too bad he hasn't learned tracking. No matter how he faked it, a fake is still a fake. Head that way."
Another Blood Clan, also wielding a torch, whistled and shouted loudly, "Everyone, stay alert! There's a Hydra in here, and it's probably not far from us!"
The remaining eight dispersed Blood Clan members gathered toward them.
"Honestly, I think they're pretty dumb. Hiding a Hydra here... In such a narrow space, the Hydra probably can't perform well either, right?"
"Who knows? But we can't perform well here either. If we were on the surface, we'd treat dwarves like field mice. But in here, there's a bit of a risk for us too."
"That's true. In a place like this, only dwarves have the advantage. But a bunch of blacksmiths—no matter how well they perform, what could they possibly do? Hahaha."
