Copper Furnace felt that Lord Lion Fang was making things difficult for him.
It was true that he had been born beside a furnace, but whether that furnace had actually been made of copper, he really wasn't sure.
Like many tribesmen who had no idea who their parents were, an elder in the tribe had casually picked a name he happened to see and tossed it at him. That was how he got his name.
But no matter what, this was Lord Lion Fang's order.
Not daring to delay, he gathered his brothers as soon as he left, returned to his room to grab his weapons, and led them past the checkpoint with long guns and short guns slung over their shoulders, heading into the forest south of Bluestone County.
There were ten of them in total.
Following their boss out on a mission, the raiders were all excited.
Ever since that retreat, though, they had either been digging pits and building houses here, or watching slaves dig pits and build houses. They were bored stiff.
"Boss, where are we going?"
"South!"
A burly, dark-skinned man asked excitedly.
"Are we finally heading south?"
Copper Furnace glared at him.
"Are you a pig? What's the difference between taking this few people over there and hanging ourselves from a utility pole?"
The raiders thought that made sense and exchanged glances as they nodded.
The adviser had said that every operation required meticulous planning. The consequence of acting without a plan was Black Snake next door. That guy's corpse had hung from the gallows for a full month, only being taken down after it started stinking in spring. No one even knew where it had been thrown afterward.
"South! Those Blue Gophers found a copper mine. We can't let them dig beneath our