The atmosphere was very dangerous.
The humans gathered in front of the city gate could, at any moment, storm Baharut City and forcibly enter the underground world.
"Hey, that human!" a loud call came from beside the lava river. It was a dwarf in black armor, holding a heavy axe.
"Come ashore quickly, or else you will be considered a smuggler!"
"..." Xi Mu rode his mare to the shore, and as he dismounted, standing in front of the dwarf in black armor, the originally menacing dwarf's attitude suddenly changed for the better.
"Ahtal?" the dwarf ventured, looking at Ahtal's surprised expression, then pointed at the eight-legged horse beside him.
"Although I have never seen you before, there is probably only one horse with eight legs in this world."
He grinned, revealing his bright white teeth.
"The Hero Ahtal riding an eight-legged horse is a characteristic everyone can remember."
