The entrance to the cave is extremely narrow.

Slightly fatter adults have difficulty getting through.

But the inside of the cave is very spacious, at least it has the appearance of a hundred square meters.

It is different from the overall humid climate of the Sawa.

It's very warm in the cave and there are no bugs.

Spread some dry reeds and sleep on the floor.

For life in the wild, it's lucky to find such a shelter.

You know, for most of the past half of the month, Roger has slept in damp tree hollows, cold bushes, or ant-filled tree trunks.

At that time, he always missed the small bed in Tongma Town.

……

"Rustling ......"

The quicksand lamp shook slightly, making a dense grinding sound.

Dots of white light slowly lit up, illuminating every corner of the cave.

Roger crouched down, ready to get himself something to eat.

He didn't make a fire.

This is not due to the problem of ventilation, but because the heat emitted by the campfire is easily perceived by sensitive monsters.

For the troubles that can be avoided, Roger has always tried to avoid them.

The food for this meal consisted mainly of bacon sticks, fresh water, and a plant called "sand potato".

The bacon strips were brought by Roger when he set out from Tongma Town, and there are only a few left.

Both sand potatoes and fresh water are traded from the Dragon's Tooth village.

Roger is quite fond of eating sand potatoes.

This thing is closer in shape to taro, and appears to be the tuber of some kind of plant.

It tastes crisp and sweet, and it feels very filling.

The most important thing is that it can be eaten raw without too many processing methods, which is suitable for travelers like Roger who live in the wild all year round.

The two sand potatoes went down, and the strength that had been consumed before began to turn leisurely.

He stretched and lay down on the reed mat to think about the current situation.

Now that he has decided to intervene in this war, Roger has to be prepared for anything.

From a normal point of view.

The menacing gray dwarves are much stronger than the villagers in Dragon's Tooth Village.

The people Roger met in the village were all peasants, and few could fight.

When these people came across a gray dwarf with a short crossbow, they were afraid that they would shatter at the slightest touch.

What's more, there are also Humphland's homeless people watching from the sidelines.

It looks like it's going to be a one-sided war

But it's certainly not that simple.

"The people in the village are all farmers? So, where do the fields and farms come from? ”

Roger smiled lightly.

He had actually noticed this problem for a long time.

It's just that he was a traveler at the time, so he didn't care about these at all.

Now that I think about it, it is inconceivable that the Dragon's Tooth Village can gain a foothold on Yellowstone Island.

First.

There simply isn't much suitable land on Yellowstone Island that can be used for farming.

But when trading with Roger, the villagers were able to generously bring out such a good thing as a sand potato.

This means that in this world of extreme food shortages, there is no shortage of food in Longya villages.

Second.

There is a serious shortage of combatants in the village of Longya.

A half-hunter like Eric can be regarded as a master.

And in addition to the mysterious Cindy, that is, Rachel and her Wyvern have a bit of combat power.

So, how did they survive under the watchful eye of the monsters and the covetousness of the outcasts?

Third.

Rachel once said that the Grey Dwarves of Zedi were coming for Dragon's Tooth Village.

So, is there anything in the village that is worthy of the Grey Dwarves being so excited?

Roger thought about it for a while and didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

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"Shapotato? It's a possibility. ”

Roger didn't think any further.

Because in the absence of intelligence support, the more in-depth the analysis, the more outrageously wrong it may be.

He just needs to make sure that "Dragon's Tooth Village is not as simple as it seems".

Cindy must have something in her hand that will deter the outcasts.

Otherwise, Humphran wouldn't need to unite with any gray dwarves at all.

As long as the Dragon's Tooth Village doesn't lose so fast, then Roger has a lot of opportunities to hunt.

He stood up and relaxed.

With the glimmer of quicksand lamps, Roger began his work tonight-

He was carefully disassembling the arrows that pierced through the arrows.

These arrows are recessed, with a thin short iron needle behind each arrowhead.

This means that the shaft can be adapted with the right material.

Roger was going to replace the arrows with the White Feather Arrows.

Although he can also use crossbow arrows, the efficiency is too low and he is prone to pulling his crotch.

And the crossbow is far less flexible than Ziying's.

So in the quiet cave, the sound of ding dong ding dong began to sound.

It didn't take long for Roger to finish this part.

Of the 67 piercing arrows he had captured from the Grey Dwarves, he had only 7 left as a backup, and he had dismantled the rest.

Immediately afterward, he embedded the arrows one by one into the shafts of the white-feathered arrows.

……

"You've made a new arrow, please name the new arrow!"

……

"White feather arrows and piercing arrows, it's better to call them ......"

Roger pondered for a moment before completing the naming:

"Let's call it the White Feather Piercing Arrow!"

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"Successfully crafted White Feather Piercing Arrows, and made a total of 3 White Feather Piercing Arrows"

"Your Life Skill: Bow Maintenance & Crafting (39) Improved"

……

In this way, Roger made 60 white feather piercing arrows in one go.

Luck was better tonight.

None of the 60 sticks failed, and the points of the related life skills increased by 5 points.

By the time the last arrow had finished its balance test, there was already a glimmer of light above the cavern.

It's almost dawn.

Roger yawned and put down his tools.

After checking the mechanism of the cave three times, he lay down and slept peacefully.

……

At dusk.

Roger woke up slowly.

With an empty stomach, he grabbed two sand potatoes and gnawed them.

Instantly refreshed.

He did not rush out of the house, but waited patiently for a while.

Wait until it's completely dark.

He left his cave fully armed.

During the day, Roger heard the noise of the Grey Dwarves marching.

He estimated that there must be a lot more gray dwarves on Yellowstone now than there were yesterday.

And after a day, the bodies of the gray dwarves he killed should have also been found.

Once the enemy is on guard, it is unlikely that he will be able to kill people as easily as he did yesterday.

Relying on Tiyun to kill can also be dangerous.

Thankfully, he had a brand new gift for the Grey Dwarves.

Tonight is destined to be a real night of killing.

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