The Plan Had Been to Enlist and Collect Our Pay-So How Did We End Up Doing Guerrilla Warfare Behind Enemy Lines?

Under the cover of night, beside Delir Lake, the players and hunters were salvaging whatever supplies they could still use from the crashed Golden Flash. They packed as much ammunition and supplies as possible into their psionic bags, piling whatever they couldn't fit on the ground.

All of this was military equipment gathered in Transia to be sent to the halflings. It would be a shame to leave it all here, so after discussing it with Captain Yara, Xu Gou and Mao Tu decided to send someone to the nearby Shield Dwarf territory and ask them to come collect it.

The Shield Dwarves here had been holding their mountain pass against the gnolls. They were allies, more or less, and delivering all these supplies would surely earn them a hefty boost in faction reputation.

But no one was planning to leave just yet. Qu Ge had just received a direct order from Old Qin on the forums: they had to wait until he and Captain Mia finished their discussion before making another move.

On the far side of the lake, away from the temporary camp, Old Qu was taking apart his Troll Hammer for some necessary maintenance. As he worked, he quietly said to Mia, who was doing the same beside him:

"The other airships all made it safely to the area around Chardo Port. They'll arrive there in an hour. I just heard from Master Qin through our special Outlander communication channel. There's a halfling factory still in operation near where we crashed. The gnolls we killed were its guards."

"Hm?"

Major Mia looked up from wiping down the disassembled barrel with a cloth and said in surprise:

"Wasn't this place already occupied by gnolls? How could a factory still be running? Gnolls don't seem like the sort who