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Chapter 147: Jumping into the River
It was afternoon when the survey team found a suitable spot to rest and decided to camp there for the night.
The dwarves divided tasks among themselves, working methodically and efficiently.
Some went to gather firewood; some prepared a large pot for cooking; others began pitching tents, and so on.
The team consisted of ten dwarves in total—nine men and one woman. Shorter than humans, they were rugged in appearance, with stout and powerful limbs.
The male dwarves all liked growing large beards. Drinking and gambling were their favorite pastimes, and they also enjoyed boasting about the mighty weapons they had forged or the precious jewels they had crafted.
The female dwarves were generally just as tough, could drink heavily, and were extremely practical. They managed their households well and kept their husbands in line.
The leader of this survey team was Tithion, a red-brown-bearded dwarf who was also a well-known weaponsmith in the Kingdom of Femit-Gon. However, his temper was notoriously short.
After a bout of busy work, Tithion and his teammates finally managed to put up several tents, giving them places to sleep.
Gurgle—
At that moment, Tithion’s stomach let out a strange noise. He clutched his belly, frowning.
“Damn it, my stomach’s acting up… I need to take a dump.”
Hearing this, his nearest teammate pulled a disgusted face and said:
“Ugh—Captain, could you please go farther away to do that? I don’t want to be eating dinner while smelling your crap.”
“Shut it, Mole! My sh*t doesn’t even stink!”
Tithion snapped back angrily:
“Want me to bring it over for you to smell after I’m done?”
“What the—! Captain, don’t you dare. If you do, I’ll fling that pile right back onto you!”
Mole exclaimed.
“What?!”
The only female dwarf in the team was cooking nearby.
Hearing the commotion, she stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and bellowed:
“What are you two yelling about now?!”
Her presence alone was so intimidating that the two immediately clammed up.
Seeing this, another dwarf whistled and joked:
“Looks like the real leader of this survey team isn’t the captain—it’s Sally.”
Sally then fixed her gaze on Tithion, scolding him sternly:
“Tithion, you’re the captain now. Stop messing around like a child. Go find a spot to take your dump before you end up doing it in your pants.”
By now, Tithion felt like he could barely hold it in; it felt like the contents inside were about to burst out at any moment.
“You’re right, I can’t hold it anymore!”
Saying that, he dashed off quickly to find a suitable spot to relieve himself.
With the captain gone in a hurry, the remaining nine continued their work around camp.
Not long after, a rustling came from the bushes near the campsite.
“Captain, you’re back already? That was fast!”
Mole said suspiciously, picking up a shortsword and heading over to check.
Woof!
Suddenly, a red-eyed hound with grey fur that emitted black smoke leapt out from the bushes, lunging at Mole.
Luckily, Mole reacted in time, dodging the strike while shouting:
“Monster! Get ready for battle!”
The eight other dwarves quickly grabbed their weapons and entered combat stance.
Their attacker was a Hellhound, a fairly common type of monster.
Its sneak attack had failed, so it circled warily while baring its fangs at Mole.
At that moment, a dwarf charged forward with an axe, swinging hard at the monster’s head.
Sensing danger, the Hellhound leapt aside, dodging the blow.
But while airborne, it couldn’t evade further. Seizing the chance, Sally released her bowstring, sending an arrow flying.
Yelp!
The arrow pierced its foreleg, making it cry out in pain.
Mole immediately rushed in, slashing its other foreleg with his shortsword, crippling its movement.
Another dwarf teammate followed up, whirling a hammer through the air before smashing it down hard on the monster’s skull.
Bang!
The crack of breaking bone was clearly audible—
After a series of coordinated attacks, the hellhound collapsed to the ground, motionless. Its skull had been smashed, leaving no doubt it was dead.
Sally walked over to check the situation, then shook her head with regret.
“What a pity… it’s just a hellhound. Its meat isn’t edible—the stench is too strong, and no matter how you cook it, the smell never goes away.”
Rustle—rustle—
Just as everyone thought the battle was over, more noises echoed from around the camp. It sounded like many more monsters.
Moments later, pairs of glowing red eyes appeared in the forest. One by one, more hellhounds emerged from the darkness—at least a dozen of them.
The nine dwarves gathered together, weapons at the ready. Sally, the only archer, stood in the middle, surrounded and protected as they braced for the next attack.
Seeing this, Mole’s expression turned grim.
“Damn it! We’ve run into a pack of hellhounds!”
“The worst part is the captain—he went off to take a dump without his weapon. Let’s hope he doesn’t run into monsters.”
Another dwarf muttered.
“Tch!”
Sally clicked her tongue, then quickly gave orders:
“Art, Mor—you two, go find Tithion. Take his axe with you. The rest stay with me—we’ll hold these hellhounds off.”
“Understood!”
The two called back.
Art slung Tithion’s axe across his back, gripping a hammer in each hand, and rushed off with Mole to find their captain.
Several hellhounds tried to chase them, but Sally’s arrows whistled through the air, cutting off their pursuit.
Meanwhile, the remaining dwarves charged the pack head-on, stopping them from following after Art and Mor.
Elsewhere, Tithion had just finished his business. He was crouched, using a small spade to cover up his fresh pile.
“Ugh… alright, I admit, my sh*t does stink a little.”
He muttered, pinching his nose while shoveling dirt.
Rustle—
A sound came from nearby, something moving quickly toward him.
“Who’s there?!”
Tithion shot upright, spinning around with his tiny spade raised, his guard up.
The noise grew louder, closing in fast—until a towering hellhound emerged before him.
Its massive size marked it clearly as an alpha.
“Crap! Just my luck… a hellhound leader! And all I’ve got is this stupid spade—what the hell am I supposed to do with this?!”
Without hesitation, Tithion turned and dove headfirst into the tall, thick grass, running for his life.
“Sally! Save me! Mor! Art!”
He screamed as he bolted, the hellhound leader in hot pursuit.
As he ran, the grass suddenly thinned and the land opened up—before him rushed a wide, fast-flowing river.
“Damn it!”
He turned to run back into the brush, only to hear more movement all around.
It wasn’t just the leader—several more hellhounds were circling in from behind.
Running back would mean being surrounded. With no other choice, Tithion kept sprinting forward.
Reaching the riverbank, he tried to run along its edge—only for another hellhound to leap out directly in front of him.
“So fast?!”
Tithion skidded to a halt.
Glancing back, he saw the rest of the pack closing in. He was trapped against the river.
“Captain!!”
In the distance, Art and Mor had heard his cries. They came running at full speed, weapons raised, but they were still too far away.
Too late.
Tithion glanced once at the deep, raging waters, then shouted to them:
“Don’t you two come any closer!”
The hellhound leader lunged, its massive jaws wide open—
And Tithion, without hesitation, spun and leapt.
Splash!
He plunged into the river.
The alpha and the others prowled along the bank, snarling helplessly. None of them dared jump into the torrent.
Glug glug—
But Tithion couldn’t swim. The current was too swift, the river too rough.
He swallowed mouthfuls of water, thrashing desperately, but in no time he sank below the surface, swept away downstream.
“Captain!!”
Mor and Art could only watch in horror as Tithion disappeared into the river. Regret gnawed at them—if only they had gotten there sooner.