The dark clouds came and left quickly.
At sunset.
The 13 members of the main force who deliberately slowed down the pace of their journey finally arrived at the Dwarf Mountain in the depths of the southern mine.
Though it was called a mountain, it was actually just a raised hill.
It was just that the terrain of the southern mines were mostly deep open-air pits, which made this small hill a high point.
Since the last time Kane's crusade failed, this place had been occupied by a group of inferior dwarfs from another realm.
Intelligence showed that this group of inferior dwarves were not the servants of the Corpse Demon.
So, they could be rest assured in wiping them out, and there was no need to be afraid of alerting the enemy.
When Roger and the others arrived, the support team was already cleaning the battlefield and building camps.
Their mission went smoothly.
There was a gap between the inferior dwarf and the real dwarf race. Their individual combat effectiveness was quite poor, only slightly stronger than the little earth monster.
In the face of organized and premeditated raids by human adventurers, the gaps between weapons and morale formed a double blow.
The dwarves quickly threw their weapons off and fled away dishevelled.
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The highest point of Dwarf Mountain.
Several figures were hidden behind the rocks to observe the situation under the mountain.
Terry, who had finished looking, handed the monocular in his hand to Dorothy.
His voice was very deep, "Same as the information in the records, the situation around the Bone Outpost has not changed, and it is still the standard two towers."
"But there seems to be something more in the pothole under the tower, I can't see clearly."
Dorothy nodded slightly.
After this Dwarf Mountain, they would enter the territory of the Corpse demon.
It had been confirmed that the Corpse Demon was a monster with high intelligence.
These two towers were used to guard against visitors from the north.
According to the freshly released information from the scout team, there were 6 skeleton soldiers and 2 ghost guards in each tower.
These undead monsters guarded the northern gate of the territory for their master day and night.
"Let's not mention the skeleton soldiers, their vision is very limited." Terry concluded, "But the ghost guards have a strong perception; it is difficult for us to approach without them noticing."
"If we force our way through, we will alert the enemy."
"Does anyone have any thoughts?"
Everyone looked at each other, all silent.
No one was sure how to take down the Bone Outpost without alerting the ghost guards.
Dorothy thought for a while, then couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Roger, what do you think?"
"Huh? Roger?"
The others also looked around but did not find Roger's trace.
His existence was so low that he had only been discovered now since he disappeared.
The adventurers reminded each other and tried to search in their memory for a long time before finally a young archer scratched his head and said uncertainly, "When the people from the support team were catching the dwarf deserters, Mr. Roger seemed to have followed them."
"Is that so?"
Dorothy was relieved.
"Wait, there is a situation over there!"
Terry's voice suddenly tightened, and everyone's attention was attracted to him.
Following his lead, everyone looked down the hills.
Near the bushes on the river bank less than two hundred meters from Bone Outpost.
A skeleton soldier walked past slowly.
In an instant, a ball of flashing purple-red light spots popped out of the bushes, aiming for its eye socket accurately, and hitting the ghost fire in its skull!
Silently, the ghost fire dissipated, and the skeleton scattered all over the floor.
Amidst the bushes, a cloaked figure flashed past.
He was fumbling alone towards the direction of Bone Outpost.
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"What is he doing?" On top of the hill, someone questioned, "Playing a hero at this time?"
"No, he was hunting down that dwarf deserter."
Terry took back the monocular, his hands gripped the lens barrel tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand popped out. "Damn it! The support group was negligent. Two dwarf deserters broke through their search net and fled south."
"Have you seen the corpse near the stream? That dwarf deserter should have been killed by Mr. Roger."
"He is making up for the other companions' mistake!"
At this moment, the others also noticed the dead dwarf's body lying near the stream halfway up the hill.
Judging from the footprint, it was indeed as Terry speculated.
Roger should be hunting down the other dwarf deserter who slipped through the net!
The dwarves themselves were not a concern, but what if these deserters accidentally broke into the surveillance area of the Bone Outpost and alerted the ghost guards? Then the matter would become very troublesome.
"Do we need to do something to cover him?" The adventurer who previously questioned Roger's intentions asked in shame.
"No need." Dorothy stared into the distance, her tone calm, "We just need to watch as he performs."
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Roger was indeed picking up the slack from others.
As the main force, all he needed to do was to recuperate and maintain his strength.
But Roger was not entirely at ease leaving the matter to the support team.
Chasing and killing dwarf deserters was actually a very important task, they must not let go of a single one.
In order to prevent any flaws resulting from lack of strength of some of the adventurers in the support group, he volunteered to join.
"Fortunately, I chose to come."
On a lonely phoenix tree, Roger half-squatted on a thick branch, his eyes calmly watching the inferior dwarf not far away who was panting heavily.
This guy could really run.
It had fled all the way from the hillside to the bottom of the hill, and now it was about to cross the river and set foot in the area of Bone Outpost.
But now it had reached its limit.
It was hiding behind a big rock by the riverbank, its scarlet eyes kept rolling around, looking around nervously, as if looking for a way out.
It had exhausted all its stamina, and it was now leaning back against the rock, gasping for breath.
Obviously, it naively thought that the hunter who killed its companion had given up hunting for it.
The advantage of the [hiding] skill had been fully displayed at this moment.
Although he could not move stealthily like a thief, Hidden Ranger's hiding had a stronger concealment effect. Therefore, although the distance between the two was less than 20 meters, the inferior dwarf could not sense Roger's presence.
Roger silently threw a [mark of evil] on it - when he was hunting down the other dwarf just now, he didn't have time to reap some attribute bonuses from it.
This one could not be missed.
The next moment, he pulled the Violet Wind Bow fully.
Hoo!
The arrow whispered in the wind.
The white feather arrow with its arrowhead coated with blazing glue instantly pierced the throat of the inferior dwarf.
The flames spread from the arrowhead, and in a fast and turbulent manner, burned the entire body of the inferior dwarf into ashes.
This kind of blazing glue was made by Roger himself. Once it caught fire, the fire would be extremely fierce.
And most wonderful advantage was that after this thing was incorporated in wax seal as an arrowhead to perform long-range sniping, it also had the effect of destroying the corpses to a certain extent.
...
[You killed an inferior dwarf]
[You've gained 1 XP]
[Your resistance to pink eye disease is slightly improved]
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"F*ck!"
"What a sloppy attribute..."
Roger couldn't help but complained.
Putting away the Violet Wind and the Little Thumb that had been used to kill off the skeleton soldier, Roger was about to leave.
After picking up the slack of others, he would never do more unnecessary things.
He was a mature adventurer.
But at this time, in the outpost closest to him, a monster floating three feet above the ground suddenly appeared.
...
"It's the ghost guard!"
"Has it found Roger?"
The adventurers on the hill also noticed this.
Their nerves tightened suddenly.
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