Chapter 950 - Chapter 67: The Different Tribes

"Our giant shield guards and throwing axemen troops can't possibly maneuver to set up defenses along the Country of Sand," grumbled a Dwarf clad in full armor, gulping down a large cup of potent barley wine in a dimly lit, common tavern in the Neville City administrative area. He slammed the huge wooden cup, with a capacity of a liter, down on the table with an ear-shattering thud. The Dwarf carelessly wiped the liquor from his beard and spoke with a thick, nasal voice, "I've been to that godforsaken land of the Country of Sand, nothing but sand everywhere. With the weight of our giant shield guards, we can't move freely there. You take a few steps and sink into the sand. To ask us to deploy there is sheer torture. Elves, let those Elves man the defenses in the Country of Sand. They're so light, perfect for that place. Hahaha, yes, that's right, I'm so clever."