Thorin rushed up to the screen in a few strides, his eyes widening as he checked.
"My people! Those are my people!"
He shouted excitedly, raising a thick finger until it nearly poked the screen.
"They've brought the goods!"
"I knew our Dwarves would be all right and arrive safely!"
Lin Mo and Long Zhan exchanged a glance, both breathing a sigh of relief.
They were finally here.
The Spatial Ring worth fifty million gold coins, along with those precious runes and metals, would finally be theirs.
Yet Thorin's excitement did not last long.
He stared fixedly at the screen, the smile on his face slowly freezing before giving way to startled suspicion.
"That's not right..."
Lin Mo's heart lurched. "What's wrong?"
Thorin did not answer. He told the operator to zoom the drone's camera out, then farther out.
As the field of view expanded, a much larger cloud of dust rose into the sky on the distant horizon behind the Dwarf column!
The scale of that dust cloud was far beyond anything a hundred-odd mounted Dwarves could have raised.
It resembled a moving bank of dark clouds, exuding an ominous, savage air.
The excitement vanished from Thorin's face. Staring hard at the dust cloud, he shouted:
"Something's wrong!"
"Behind them... it looks like something's chasing them!"
Long Zhan immediately ordered:
"Send Hawkeye over! Lower its altitude and get a clear look at what's in that dust!"
The communications soldier's fingers flew across the keyboard. The Hawkeye reconnaissance drone circling high above immediately adjusted its attitude and dove.
Its camera locked onto the dust cloud blotting out the sky behind the Dwarf force.
Clear images streamed back in real time.
Countless grotesque figures appeared on the screen.
Swift Demon Hounds and Lesser Demons brandishing bone clubs converged into a black