Ingvar led the dwarves across the water to another stretch of beach, which was small on the east side of the cavern and would soon be submerged when the tide rose. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hurry, hurry. Ingvar urged the people behind him, judging from the location of each stop of the pirates, the place where they hid their treasure should be on this beach, it is simply not a big place, and it seems that it is not difficult to find, but there is not much time left for them.

The sun unconsciously moves westward, and it seems that it will soon sink below the surface of the sea, and the sound of the tide is getting closer, and the waves are spreading upwards in waves, and pirates usually ride the tide to shore and tend to their "vaults".

"Today should be the seventh day. Ingvar calculated silently in his mind, and he finally remembered that today might be the day when the pirates would come ashore to re-examine their treasures.

"Hurry up, everyone—" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn back and urge his clansmen to speed up, and the group trotted around the tidal flat under the cliff on the other side.

"You have to set up an ambush before the pirates come. "Ingvar set his goal, if it was true, as Paladin said, that the number of pirates did not exceed 10, and they would have no problem taking the ships and treasures as long as they were ready to raid them.

But if there is an encounter, it is very easy for the pirates to escape by boat, and when the time comes, there will be no return to Wotan, and the remaining dwarves will have to die.

After weighing the package in his hand a few times, in addition to the food, it also contained a small hard hammer, with a round head on one side and a pointed head on the other, which was an iron tool handed down from generation to generation by the Dark Furnace tribe, and it is said that the ancestors held this small hammer to establish the once extremely prosperous Dark Furnace tribe.

Knowing that today, the hammer is still a symbol of power in the clan, but when Paladin handed the hammer to him, Ingvar did not enjoy the joy of holding power, only felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

"Whew-" let out a heavy breath, waving away the distractions in his mind and calming himself down, "the important thing now is to snatch the pirate's ship, damn it, Ingvar, you have to calm down-"

Having admonished himself over and over again, recalling in his mind the advice given by the old dwarf Paladin, Ingvar hated himself for not being able to take a note and write it down.

"Look, look at Ingvar, there's a hole in front of you!" At that moment, the shouts of his companions came from beside him, and the dwarves who heard this looked at each other, and then exclaimed excitedly at the same time.

Ingvar also looked ahead, and sure enough, on the cliff not far away, a dark cave was not eye-catching, if it wasn't close, I am afraid that it would not be possible to find this place at all.

"Be careful, take a closer look—" Ingvar said as he pulled out the small shiny silver hammer from his package, the pointed side of which shimmered with cold light, like the sharp edge of a sword, and it was impossible to ignore its lethality.

Listening to the words of the new leader, the dwarves took out a small short blade made of a handle bone from the package or from their bodies, and some of the bone blades in their hands had been sharpened and even yellowed, and they did not know how long they had been used.

The small bone dagger is suitable for halflings, but not very suitable for dwarves, although the difference in size is not large, but the agility of dwarves is far less than that of halflings who are assassins and thieves.

They usually prefer to use heavier weapons such as warhammers, chains, etc., and their strong upper limbs allow the dwarves to swing these weapons with ease.

But at this time, the Dark Furnace tribe obviously couldn't ask for more, and this short blade that sharpened the bones also cost them a lot of effort, almost all the tribe was armed, after all, they were in an embarrassing situation, how could they ask for more.

The group cautiously approached the entrance of the cave, and Ingvar took the lead, coming to the entrance of the cave, holding his breath and listening carefully to the sounds of the cave.

"Woo-" After a while, there was no movement except for the whirring of the wind, and Ingvar leaned over more carefully, revealing half of his face and looking into the dark cavern.

The cave was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, like a monster with its mouth wide open and choosing people to eat.

With a shudder in his heart, Ingvar waved his hand to let the person behind him follow, and then stood on his tiptoes and stepped gently into the hole.

The grit stuck to his feet made a crisp crashing sound when it touched the ground, breaking the silence in the dark cave, and Ingvar followed the heartbeat, subconsciously clenching the small silver hammer in his hand.

Fortunately, there was no reaction in the cave except for the sea breeze that was still blowing in.

"Whew-" Taking a deep breath again, Ingvar didn't dare to let down his vigilance, when it came to the survival of the Dark Furnace Tribe, he couldn't be too cautious.

Slowly descending into the cave, the young dwarven leader was able to see his surroundings clearly, after finally falling into complete darkness.

The moist rock walls were covered with moisture, and the shallow sand was a little wet, and it seemed that when the tide rose at night, the cave would be at least half submerged, Ingvar judged.

"It's no wonder that pirates chose this place to hide their treasures, the deserted South Island is already inaccessible, and this cave is even more hidden, and if it weren't for the tribe who also happened to live in the cliff caves along the coast, I am afraid that this place would not have been discovered. ”

Whispering, Ingvar slowly came to the end of the passage, and as his eyes became more accustomed to the dark environment, things around him became much clearer.

He saw that he had come to the end, and looked down to see a large boxy box in front of him, high to his shoulders, and as wide as the three dwarves.

Getting closer, Ingvar reached out and touched it, and in the center of the rusty iron box hung a sturdy copper lock, which seemed to be very strong, and I am afraid that ordinary external forces would not be enough to break it.

However, the dwarves are not thinking about the treasure in front of them at the moment, their first target is still the pirate ship, which will be their "ticket" back to Wotan.

"Saba—" Lowering his voice, Ingvar summoned the red-haired dwarf from before and whispered, "Take someone outside and hide, and let us know if you find out that the pirate ship has appeared." ”

"What bird?"

"Silver Lark, of course, the one you're best at—" Ingvar almost laughed angrily, but the red-haired Saba didn't seem to feel anything at such a tense moment, but it also made the new leader of the dwarves breathe a sigh of relief, and his restless mood calmed down slightly.

"It's not a joke, be smart, Saba!" Ingvar admonished again.

"Yes, Ingvar, I understand, I understand—" Saba sighed, retracted his smile, and stared deeply into Ingvar's bearded eyes, nodded emphatically, and then led the man out of the cave without saying a word.

"You guys, clean up the hole. Seeing Saba's figure disappear outside the cave, Ingvar took a deep breath and commanded the others.

He looked at the narrow roof of the cave again, the rock in the cave was steep, and the space became narrower the higher he went, so that people could attach themselves to the walls.

Let the dwarves hide in the dark, or at the entrance of the cave, or in the cave, and when they receive the signal, they will lie on the top of the cave and sneak attack the opponent, taking advantage of the enemy's unaccustomed environment to take down the opponent in one fell swoop.

With this planned, Ingvar stood with bated breath and waited quietly for the pirates to arrive.