"Hurry back to the fortress!"
"We're doomed, we can't escape, there are too many of them."
"..."
Regarding these panicked words, the Magic Translator and the watch that had collected enough information translated more precisely, even revealing their fear between the lines.
The Sword Master, with a calm expression, glanced at these almost petrified Dinosaurmen and turned to gaze at the distant cave.
One after another, tiny red figures were "cheerfully" sprinting toward them.
With enhanced vision, the Sword Master and Martial Monks clearly saw the terrifying appearance of these tiny figures.
Their red figures with no skin, about the size of foxes, had slender limbs and a head that occupied half of their body size.
Their twisted heads had no mouths, only a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Their chests cracked open to reveal a mouth full of dense fangs.
All their ribs turned into spike-like arms, enabling them to quickly climb and leap along the rock walls.
