Rodis pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "Do you think the news Burborn brought back is reliable?"
"Great Chieftain, I am willing to lead men there and test them," Surilen said, making up his mind as he offered Rodis the suggestion.
"You must think this through. That is the Human Army's stronghold. If they are not sincere, you will almost certainly die." Rodis stared at Surilen and spoke gravely.
"Great Chieftain, without weapons, even if our warriors can fight ten enemies alone, we will ultimately fail and be devoured by the Gray-skinned Goblins. Therefore, I am willing to use my life to test them."
"Even if the humans ask twice the price the Dwarves do, I am willing to buy."
Rodis stepped forward and pressed his forehead against Surilen's, saying solemnly, "I can wait for you for one month at most. If you have not returned after a month, I can only lead our people south."
"May My God protect you."
"Take care, Great Chieftain."
Surilen accepted the token from Rodis, stepped back three paces, crossed his hands over his chest, and bowed his head in salute before leaving the tent.
Upon returning to his tribe, he selected three hundred Centaur archers and headed northeast.
On the second day after Surilen left, Rodis began mobilizing the troops remaining at Black Kiln Mountain. He would personally lead them to crush the Gray-skinned Goblins to the west and shatter those worms' scheme.
A hundred kilometers from the main camp, Surilen and his subordinates were surrounded. Had they not produced the token in time, they would probably have already lost their heads.
"Come back to camp with me for now. Once I have spoken with the 135th Legion, we will decide what to do with you." A middle-aged