The Dark Forest was now blanketed in snow as well. Han Shuo's footsteps crunched through it as he headed toward the village where the Dwarves lived.
Last time, the appearance of the Forest Trolls had forced the Dwarves to abandon their original village. Although Han Shuo had later caught a vague glimpse of the direction they had taken through a Yuan Demon, so much time had passed that he could not be certain where they had gone.
The Forest Trolls had left and had not appeared here for a long time. Han Shuo thought the Dwarves might not have abandoned their original village, so he decided to go there first and investigate.
When Han Shuo reached the passage leading into the village and looked around, a smile spread across his lips. From the camouflage and various arrangements around the passage, he could tell that the Dwarves probably had not left.
Han Shuo raised his head and let out a long cry, shaking snow from the trees. Then his keen ears clearly picked up approaching footsteps. Sure enough, a short while later, several Dwarf warriors approached cautiously from a distance, carrying battle-axes and iron hammers.
"Don't worry, it's me!" Han Shuo called out before the Dwarf warriors could reach him.
Hearing Han Shuo's voice, the Dwarf warriors in the distance breathed sighs of relief. After they came up to him, one said, "With winter here, a lot of things are hard to get. Although this village has been exposed, we couldn't build suitable houses elsewhere in such a short time. So even though we knew it might be dangerous here, we didn't want to freeze outside and came back to the village."
"Winter is here, so I came to bring you food and some thick clothing. And you can stop worrying