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Huff!
Feeling somewhat displeased, Ash pushed Morak's hand away and, after hesitating for a while, gently motioned backward with his hand.
The Gray Dwarves soldiers ambushed around crept backwards, retreating silently.
With a "hehe" snicker, Morak stealthily slipped away.
His eyes constantly darted around, drool flowing from his mouth as he muttered softly to Ash, who was silently brooding:
"We've got enough food; there's no need to clash with them head-on right now."
Disinclined to deal with this glutton, Ash took out a communication scroll and sent out an alert:
"The enemy has already arrived; it will take them 3 hours to reach the ambush site."
Ash waited for a while and then received a reply.
"Stand by at your current position, and watch to see if the enemy has any other reinforcements."
"Return to the encirclement after 12 hours."
