Chapter 56: Witnessing the Rise of a Legend

The Chiyan Hills. The mining camp.

The setting sun bathed the valley in a dusky yellow light.

In a clearing at the center of the camp, Dwarves sat around a bonfire, drinking heartily from wooden mugs as they chatted and laughed.

Grim was tilting his head back to pour Firewine down his throat when he suddenly heard footsteps on the gravel path.

He turned to look and saw a squad of Elf Guards escorting supplies into the camp.

Their leader was an old acquaintance, Kaleb, a squad leader in the Forest Guard who had previously commanded the troops stationed at the mine.

But the Silver Moon Race later had to pull the guards from the mine to deal with the Molten Spike Tribe, so the two had barely seen each other since.

"Kaleb!" Grim raised his mug in greeting, grinning widely. "What brings you here delivering supplies in person? Where are the young ones?"