Ice Elemental Plane, quarry outside Icefield Fortress.
Using the excuse of supervising the slaves mining ice crystal ore, Hammer Bone had finally managed to leave that fortress where the air was forever thick with the stench of sulfur.
Far from those skin-crawling demons, his taut nerves could finally relax a little.
He found an excuse, slipped into his thick hide tent, and sprawled comfortably over the soft furs. Stroking his belly, he lazily indulged himself in a pleasant nap.
In his hazy dream, he saw Legion Commander Cracked Tooth being persecuted by Aeath. Then he, loyal and brave Hammer Bone, resolutely broke with the demons and became the new commander of the Goblin Legion.
In order to defeat those hateful demons, he trained tirelessly day and night, painstakingly built up his legion, and even had no choice but to cooperate with those plump Slimes of East Swamp...
Hm?
Wait, that wasn't right.
The flaw in the dream's logic was like a needle, instantly puncturing his beautiful fantasy and jolting him awake.
He opened his eyes and saw the same dim, colorless snowfield outside the tent, where wind and snow howled. Only then did he let out a breath and mutter quietly:
"Thank goodness... it was just a nightmare."
"How could a mighty Hammer Bone warrior possibly cooperate with those hateful, cunning Slimes? It would be a disgrace."
He summoned the Goblin Shaman standing guard outside and had it add more slow-burning lichen cakes and firewood to the stone fire pit in the center of the tent, making the fire burn hotter and driving away some of the cold.
Then he decided to turn over and continue his second sleep.
As for returning to Icefield Fortress?
There was no way he was going back.
The slaves here spoke so nicely, calling