Shield that's a wall

The courageous one at the head of the group went still. The ones jostling behind him knew instinctively that the swordsman had killed him. But they didn’t stop. Stopping would have made a mockery of his courage.

And that was why the other kuagoa would push through without hesitation, trample the dwarf city, and— Their feet stopped.

No matter how hard they pushed, they couldn’t go any farther. It was as if a huge, thick wall stood on the other side of the doors.

One of the kuagoa craned his neck to peer ahead.

He had the perfectly natural idea that perhaps the dwarves had built a wall.

And there was a wall. It was pitch-black.

The wall took up their entire field of vision. It moved.

“Rrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

The battle cry vibrated the air.

What they had thought was a wall was a giant shield.

The kuagoa didn’t use weapons or armor, but they had seen the dwarves use them enough times. They were never this huge, though. This shield was large enough to be mistaken for a wall.

As the kuagoa were struggling to comprehend their situation, a horrifying being showed itself from behind the shield.

Something in black armor with crimson eyes full of loathing.

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Volume 11, Chapter 3.3