The Frontline (8)

After Cox led his squad away, heavy footsteps sounded beside the campfire at the edge of the camp.

Dana strode over, carrying the warhammer Bonebreaker, which was nearly taller than a person.

His brows were tightly furrowed, yet his eyes gleamed with eagerness.

"Ang, are we just going to wait like this? Aren't we taking the initiative?" He lowered his voice, but he could not hide his excitement.

Ang stood before the map, his gaze still fixed on the terrain outlines of the river valley.

He replied calmly, "We aren't here to conquer land. We're here to save people. This isn't our territory, so there's no need to wage a full-scale war here."

"Mm..." Dana shook Bonebreaker. "But this hammer of mine can barely hold itself back anymore. If we charge in and fight now, it'd be a good chance to test the results of my training lately."

Ang curled his lips into a faint smile. "The Lizardmen have already noticed us. You might get a chance to fight tonight."

"You mean—they might launch a night raid?" Dana's eyes lit up.

Ang nodded. "There's a strong possibility."

"Hahaha! Great!" Dana threw back his head and laughed. He slammed the hammer heavily against his shoulder, producing a dull thud.

Ang shook his head helplessly. "You're a father now. Can't you think less about fighting and killing?"

"How could I?" Dana held his head high. "I need to set an example for my child with Beibei and tell him that Minotaurs are forever brave and fearless, never afraid of battle!"

"Are you sure he'll admire you for that instead of being scared of you?" Ang asked with a smile.

"Whether he's scared or impressed, he'll remember this hammer of mine." Dana laughed heartily, his spirits soaring.

After a brief silence, Dana gazed