"When we moved here, we originally stayed in a place a few dozen kilometers east of here.
The Ox-Head Tribe even helped us clear out the high-level magical beasts in the surroundings. Unfortunately, our luck was bad. The territory we were given easily attracted magical beasts, and after just a few years, it was attacked again.
Our chief led us to flee to this swamp's edge before that year's beast tide hit. There are far fewer magical beasts here, and we've barely managed to survive. We never expected to be discovered by that third-tier magical beast today."
The brown-bearded Dwarf named Aiden muttered as he led the way for them.
Another Dwarf had a large gash torn by the magical beast's claw, running from his shoulder all the way down his back.
Supported by his companion, he staggered along, gritting his teeth against the pain, saying:
