Boss Roy's identity was soon confirmed, and the Northern Army Gray Dwarf warriors fell collectively silent.
Gray Dwarves were naturally suspicious, cruel, cunning, greedy, and bloodthirsty.
They brutalized groups weaker than themselves, but before a more powerful force, these Gray Dwarves became very obedient.
Especially without a chieftain, if a group of Gray Dwarves were locked in a cabin, there would not even need to be extra guards outside the door.
The five Three-Masted Sailboats had captured nearly four thousand Gray Dwarf warriors.
All those Gray Dwarf warriors squatted on the decks of the Three-Masted Sailboats, which had all been taken over by Half-Elf crew members.
Upon the calm sea surface,
Roy stood atop the Ship Building, considering how to deal with the five Three-Masted Sailboats...
"Boss, he is Commander Levent, the highest-ranking officer of this patrol."
Roy turned around and recognized at once that Commander Levent was the Red Beard Gray Dwarf who had raised objections on the deck.
When the Red Beard Gray Dwarf looked at Roy, he appeared imposing, his eyes wide as bells.
Sticking out his beer belly, he shouted at Roy:
"Boss Roy, kill me or torture me as you please, but don't even think about getting any information about the Northern Army from me, Levent."
"How many Northern Army Gray Dwarves are there in Mensa Strait?"
Roy braced both hands against the railing of the Ship Building and asked Commander Levent with a smile.
"I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
Commander Levent's voice was loud enough that every Gray Dwarf aboard the Three-Masted Sailboat could probably hear him shouting.
At that moment, he was like a fighting rooster, glaring fixedly at Roy.
Gray Dwarves only reached an ordinary elf's chest in height, but they were exceptionally solidly built,