Damn!
As the two generals were caught in a certain unspoken awkwardness, the dwarf guards leading the way ahead quietly replied:
"Brigadier Padru, you haven't received any incorrect information. There's no dwarf infantry camp next to your barracks. It's a warehouse and storage room; no one is deceiving you!
Maybe you've been hearing things?"
"Impossible! I hear soldiers running and armor clashing every night. I've been in the military for over thirty years; it's impossible for me to misidentify those sounds."
The Brigadier General of the Goldenrod Kingdom clearly felt nothing was wrong with himself; he still thought the dwarves were fooling him.
But the slightly older and more experienced Major General Misoyan squinted his eyes, reached out to calm the slightly agitated Brigadier Padru, signaling him to remain quiet for now.
The two human generals soon crossed the dwarf trade zone, which had become desolate due to martial law, and arrived at the throne hall.
