The moon is dark and the wind is high, and I can't see my five fingers.

Ball-shaped black shadows slowly approached.

Oh, it turned out that the dwarves were lined up in a sharp formation, ready to sneak attack.

Shields taller than their men, sledgehammers bigger than their heads, axes that humans would never be able to pick up, long, double-barreled muskets that had no idea how they loaded their ammunition, and large maces...... The unbelievable weapons looked so coquettish in the occasional moonlight.

"Wait!" the mallet suddenly raised his hand: "Incisors, two o'clock!"

"Yes!" the incisor toothless held a hammer bigger than his head and quietly touched the stone next to him: "Report to the boss!

"There are no guards?" The two eyes of the mallet slowly narrowed into a slit, and found that things were not so simple: "Cross-eyed!

The cross-eyed man holding the giant hammer swallowed his saliva dryly, and quietly touched a slope next to him: "Boss...... There are really no guards. ”

"Hey, did we really pick up a big leak?" the mallet couldn't believe his ears: "Stammer!

"Good, good...... Okay!" stammered and carried a shield and ran quickly, like a ball tumbling rapidly.

The mallet stroked his beard, turned back to his men, and said seriously: "From my thirty years of experience in blocking roads and robbing, it is impossible to camp in the dense forest without guards. What's more, the other party is all wearing armor, it may be a trap! We need to be cautious! After all, we dwarves are different from humans, we are strategic!"

"That's it!"

"Wow, the boss is really resourceful!"

His subordinates agreed.

The fat man took out the orange and asked, "Then should we peel the orange for them before the fight to improve their feeling of being robbed?"

"No, we're sneak attacking! Time before we start is too precious to waste!" said the mallet resolutely.

The fat man held the orange and looked disappointed. Well, he's been thinking about this orange all along.

The mallet patted him on the shoulder again and comforted him in a gentle tone: "It's okay, we have to have reverse thinking! We can peel an orange for them after we have snatched them!"

"Great!" the fat man was happy again.

"Then I'll give them a belly dance when I'm done with it!"

"I'm going to toss apples!"

The other dwarves were rejoicing. Stickhammer is very pleased with his leadership skills.

Soon, the stutter "rolled" back.

"Report the boss, report the boss, it's really ......"

"Is it really a trap?"

"Really, there are no guards!" stammered as he finished speaking.

Everyone's eyes flicked towards the mallet.

"Huh, have we met a bunch of idiots?" the mallet frowned, his face surprised.

"That's it......" stammered and began to speak again.

"What?" all the dwarves stared at him with wide eyes, which made the stutterer even more nervous.

It took a long time before another word, "horse".

"The one that rode the horse?"

Just when he stuttered and couldn't hold back his words, the cross-eyed and front teeth next to him had already been demonstrated. Cross-eyed fell to the ground, and his front teeth rode on top of him. And "hissed".

"Or the milky one?"

Oh, this paragraph can't be described, it will be 404 if it is described.

"Horses, lots of horses. Ridden. There are no guards, only horses and horses!"

The blue moon in the sky slowly peeked out from behind the clouds.

Suspicious, the mallet fox immediately turned and climbed up the hill, looking in the direction of the camp by the moonlight. Sure enough, there were a lot of horses, and they were all left to walk around, and they were not tied up like ordinary horses.

"Boss, what should I do, it really looks like a trap!"

Turning around, the mallet retracted his head, sat down with his back against the slope, carefully sorted out his thoughts, and said, "My first reaction just now is that this must be a trap." After all, who would be stupid enough to camp in a strange place, and not even have a night watchman? There are so many of them, no matter how many of them, there is no shortage of night watchers, right? But after thinking about it, I thought that my guess might be wrong. Why? Because they are human beings, not dwarves. Humans often do things that are unthinkable. We should empathize. What is incomprehensible from our point of view is actually quite ordinary from the perspective of human beings! Plus they don't tie their horses! Well, it made me understand at once! What a bunch of fools we met! If it weren't for my wit, I might have missed a big customer!"

"The boss really ...... How clever!" the dwarves exclaimed.

Seeing that his little brothers were full of admiration for themselves one by one, the mallet smiled proudly.

"Gathering intelligence before the war is the most important part of all work, and it is more important than what happens after the war begins! The accuracy of intelligence directly determines whether the battle is smooth or not! Sometimes it can even determine the success or failure of the battle! Now that we have completed the most important part and made sure that we are dealing with a group of fools, the next thing will be easier. "Now, we just have to rob them!" and then it's time to toss apples and apples, and it's time to get manicures!"

"Yay——!" the dwarves cheered.

......

Gray sat in his tent and listened from afar.

"I seem to hear someone cheering outside, like the dwarves. ”

"Don't get distracted!

"But I heard it. ”

Vivien slapped the table and said solemnly: "Study, you must study with peace of mind! You must have no distractions! Don't care about what happens outside! You are always so distracted, how can I expect you to become a great knight who is famous throughout the continent? How can you strengthen your faith? You will give a succubus like me a chance! How can you support justice? How can you bring hope to this world!"

Catherine held the Bible in her hand and looked at Vivien with a blank expression.

The black cat also looked sluggish.

"Rush ——!"

There was a commotion outside, and Jones lifted the curtain of the tent and rushed in: "Oh no!

"Can you fix it yourself?" asked Vivien without looking back.

"Yes...... Yes. ”

"Then settle it yourself, and talk about it tomorrow. The paladin is studying hard, don't bother him. There is nothing more important than learning and being firm in your faith!"

"Oh...... Good. Jones went out again in a gloomy way.

"What section did you just talk about?" Vivien turned to Catherine and said, "Go on, don't stop!"

Catherine was holding the Bible in her hand, a little overwhelmed.

......

"Damn, what the hell are these horses!!" was the sound of a mallet.

"These guys' armor is so hard, I'm so excited!" was the sound of a cross-eyed.

......

"How can there be so many dwarves!, what do you want to do?" was Karl's voice.

"Robbery!" shouted the dwarves in unison.

"These guys are so rough-skinned!It's a little hard not to kill!" was Jones's voice.

......

"We're starting to get the upper hand! We're starting to get the upper hand!" was the voice of the front teeth.

"Gain the upper hand!" the boss has tied them up!" was the voice of an unknown dwarf.

......

Dora in armor staggered into Gray's tent with a fat man on her back, and then went out again from the other side of the tent.

Vivien said seriously to Gray, who was already a little restless, "Don't be distracted. You must know that only the faith in your heart is the most important thing!"

Gray nodded dumbly and continued to read.

......

"Can you be quiet, and let no one sleep!" was Shelley's voice.

"Oh, yes, Miss Shelley!" was Karl's voice, "Everybody be quiet!"

"Can't you just kill them cleanly?" was Andrew's voice.

"Dwarfs, dwarfs never give up——! rush!" stammered voices echoed through the mountains and forests at night.

"You guys have influenced the paladin's learning, you know?" Vivien shouted angrily, "Whoever shouts will hit whoever first!"

"Yes!" the Knights of the Silver Moon replied in unison.

"Phew!" was the sound of a musket.

"Don't come here! It's just a fire, it's really a fire!" Don't come here——!" I don't know whose voice it is.

......

"Wow! The Boss is gone!"

......

"Wow, boss, are you back to save us?"

"He's just been caught!"

......

"Wow! The Boss is running away again!"

......

"Wow! The boss has been caught again!"

......

All night, yes, all night. The undead legion and the dwarven bandits, who are known for their thick skin and strength, fought all night. It was dark.

Despite the dangers, our great paladin Gray still holds the Bible in his hand and earnestly studies the sacred faith under the urging of the succubus, which fully reflects the worship of the holy faith and the hunger for knowledge of a paladin...... Well, I always feel that there is something wrong with that. That's about it anyway.

When it was gray, Gray finally finished his lesson, put down his Bible, and lifted the curtain of the tent. The first thing I saw was Tenedas stepping on the mallet, biting it with his teeth, and tightening the rope that bound the mallet.

A large group of dwarves were huddled together, all tied up with ropes, and their mouths were gagged. Pair of dark eyes blinked at Gray like a group of poor refugees.

The Silver Moon Knights standing around were all crooked.

I have to say that compared to humans, dwarves are really strong. It's rough enough, it's durable, and it doesn't seem to be afraid of pain. One second they had just beaten their heads to the point that they were bleeding and they were lying down, and the next second they were on their feet again. I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up, I could continue to fight. After one night, I don't know how many rounds I played. Dozens of dwarves ran all over the mountain, and they were even more tired and panicked when they were caught.

Karl's left shoulder was deflated, and all but Gray and Shelley's tents were overturned. The camp was in shambles.

Seeing Gray come out, Karl slammed his breastplate and said, "Lord Paladin!

Gray walked over to the mallet and crouched down.

The grizzled, embarrassed mallet stared at Gray with wide eyes, blushing and hesitating.

After a while, he finally spoke his first sentence: "Why don't I peel an orange for you?"