When night came, a lot of orcs had settled on the camps, so the sahuagins began to move toward Roskarl's base. Without wasting time, I made them equip the protective gear that the dwarves had made. At first, they frowned while looking at them, thinking that they had some traps installed on them. Still, eventually, they decided to follow my orders.
"The circle is now complete. When I left you, I was but the learner; now, I am the master."
In any case, I decided to wait for one more day for enough orcs to be equipped and defend the camp in case something happened, and then I would be able to finally go to the dungeon and grind some levels… honestly, I was itching to get experience. Still, my patience was worth it… a small price to pay for salvation… since when night came, some orcs came to report some news.
"Boss, a battalion of dwarves and elves are approaching General Roskarl's base."
"Really…"
