"I believe we all know that the great caster Naragrim is here in Karak Grom. He is the wisest architect of our clan. We should praise his wisdom because he has taken into account what is going to happen today." Prince Hoga said loudly.

"When the Grand Founder was ordered to preside over the maintenance and remediation of Karak-Grom, he carefully observed, studied, and analyzed the situation of the entire underground part of Karak-Grom. He considered that once our enemies found that they could not break Karak-Grom from the front, there was a great possibility of digging tunnels and launching an attack from the underground. In order to prevent this situation, he buried a lot of gunpowder in the underground part when repairing the tunnels. Once these gunpowders were detonated, a large area of ​​collapse in our underground passages, and most of the enemies attacking our city would be buried in soil and gravel."

The dwarves exclaimed. They immediately understood why the prince had retreated suddenly.

"Of course, the great founder did not make a design like "death together". The underground parts he chose were those who lack load-bearing capacity and would not affect the safety of the city. But he also emphasized that although it would not cause serious damage to the city, it would inevitably have a small impact. Therefore, unless it was forced, we could not use this method at will. But now, I think it has come to the method to use this trick. Everyone, please look at this map!"

On the table in the center of the room, there is a map. It is the detailed picture of the underground part of Karak-Grom. The red part is the passage occupied by the rat man, and the blue part is the passage still in the hands of the dwarf. At this moment, almost all parts of the map were painted red, and only the last part of the blue is left, a small amount of territory located in the central area.

"Now I'll explain the battle plan." Prince Hoga looked at the map ahead, with a flame of hatred flashing in his eyes. "These rats will soon occupy all the areas we have given up. Then their front-line commanders will inevitably choose this position."

In order to flexibly and quickly mobilize troops to fight in underground tunnels, both dwarfs and rat men must approach the front line as close as possible. This is self-evident, otherwise the rat men's offensive would never be so rapid and flexible. Without approaching the front line to grasp the first-hand combat situation, the army will not be able to respond quickly based on the front line, provide reinforcements or choose to retreat in time. Prince Hoga did this, and the rat men must be the same. The rat men's general must set his command center in a position close to the front line and have convenient transportation.

"In order to ensure the safety of Karak Grom, the areas that bear the burden did not lay gunpowder. After the underground gunpowder was detonated, most of the Ratman's troops would be buried under the soil and eliminated. At this time, we must launch an assault immediately and kill their generals in one fell swoop!"

The entrance to the stone chamber was opened, and a dwarf with a unique dress came in amid the eyes of other dwarves.

The dwarf was not wearing armor. On the contrary, he put his upper body on his body, clearly showing his strong and thick muscles and tattoos on his skin. Among these tattoos were conspicuous scars, each of which told a miracle - its owner survived such a serious injury and survived. Especially a wound on his chest, which was obviously left by some kind of giant beast.

Half of his hair was shaved off, and the rest was dyed bright orange with his beard. Not only that, the hairs were all erected with the help of lard and tied into scary shapes and angles.

A butcher! Several dwarf officers who were closer to the newcomer immediately stood up with respect. Although they were all veterans who could tie their beards into braids, they still showed unconscious respect for the butcher. The butcher is a special noun in the language of the dwarf. It does not refer to those who are professions to slaughter livestock, but to a special dwarf warrior.

As we all know, dwarves are very strong and arrogant. They always cherish their honor and defend them desperately. However, the world is very ruthless. Sometimes, due to various subjective and objective reasons, the dwarves cannot protect their honor. At this time, heavy self-blame will become a burden in their lives. These dwarves leave their homes and want to free themselves from their hearts of pain and self-blame. At this time, they will take it for granted to go on the road of fighting, choose to fight against the enemies of their race, and want to free themselves from their unhappiness with a noble death. Due to this mentality, they will not waver in treating any enemy without retreat. Rather than craving for battle, they are more eager to die of honor. Of course, they also constantly improve their combat skills, because they hope that they will sacrifice openly and vigorously, rather than being crushed like ants.

So basically the butchers that can be found in the dwarf world are all survivors after long-term survival of the fittest. These butchers have been through the battlefield for a long time, and they have countless powerful enemies, and their strength is so strong that they can't even find an opponent that can make them gloriously die. Such warriors must be respected and worshipped by ordinary dwarves.

Prince Hoga had a whole squad of butchers under his command, who had previously assumed the vocational assault force in the battle to recapture Carac Grom. Facts also proved that Prince Hoga's choice was correct. However, after the Ratman invaded, the butchers had been in the rear as reserve teams and did not go to the battlefield.

The butcher came to the prince and gave a simple salute. He quickly stood aside and looked at the prince with gloomy eyes and told his action plan.

The prince's plan is very simple. As mentioned earlier, due to the foresight of the Great Founder, most of the tunnels occupied by the Rat Man have been buried and waiting for detonation. In this operation, these gunpowders will be detonated, resulting in a large-scale collapse, and the soil will swallow most of the Rat Man army. Taking advantage of the panic of the rats, the butchers will launch a sudden attack and kill the general who commanded the rats in one fell swoop. However, in order to ensure this, the superior force must conduct a strong attack and attack the rat man generals before the Rat Man digs the tunnel again. Because every dwarf knows that these Rat Man's ability to escape is first-class, and the Rat Man's general is likely to escape at a critical moment, rather than staying to fight the dwarfs.

In order to make this counterattack effective as much as possible, Prince Hoga decided to wait for a while so that these rats could fill the empty tunnels given out by each dwarf. In this way, as many soldiers who buried the rats as possible when the collapse occurred.

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The gray-skin lord Moscha walked into the dwarf tunnel occupied by his army with satisfaction. This place was not an underground soil tunnel dug out casually, but an underground passage carefully sorted and processed by the dwarves. It was covered with smooth and neat stone slabs, and several load-bearing columns were cleverly erected in the center to ensure that it could withstand the impact of earthquakes.

There are also some tables and chairs here, which shows that this was once the command center of the dwarves. Mo Shicha sat down on a chair without hesitation. The dwarves' chairs were different from those of the rat man. They did not leave any space for their tails, and they felt uncomfortable sitting up. But it didn't matter, Mo Shicha decided not to care about this trivial matter.

There are three Abyss Lords responsible for the guide to the underground part of Karak-Grom. Moshicha is the front-line commander elected by these three Abyss Lords, responsible for the command of the front-line enemy. To be honest, Moshicha himself does not understand why. They can command themselves, but they still entrust this command to him.

In fact, this command work is almost no difficulty. The rat soldiers are lingering and useless, and the news of the Rat God’s personal arrival has now spread throughout the Rat Man army. All smaller clans are anxiously waiting to go to the battlefield to fight for the glory of the Rat God. In addition to these ordinary soldiers, there are countless elite troops behind him. The Essin clan provided a steady stream of black-clothed assassins, the Skuri clan infinitely sent their powerful war weapons to the battlefield, and the Mod clan even set up all the war beasts to choose from. Moshicha’s own clan has never gained the opportunity to play.

Moshicha even felt uneasy now because he was afraid that this would make him lose the favor of the Rat God.

But no matter what, the progress was better than expected. The dwarves finally couldn't stand this kind of attrition war like flesh-and-blooded mill and chose to retreat. Well, Moscha felt that this was the role of the Skuri gas bomb troops. The gas bomb mortar team played a very good effect, which made the dwarves often poisoned the entire squad in their fortifications, and any fortifications were useless.

Although the dwarves retreated quickly, the huge army of the rats would quickly take over the territory they gave up and then launch an attack again. Moscha knew very well that the dwarves' retreat might have given them a brief breathing opportunity, but in essence it was a drinking poison to quench thirst. Now, the rats occupied a larger position and could accommodate more troops to launch attacks at the same time.

So far, Moshicha has not yet produced all the elite. Not long ago, the Mode clan just suggested that he should catch the abyss hatred onto the battlefield. However, it seems that he has not encountered a defensive force that must be conquered by such a giant beast.

"General Rajan!" Moscha calmed down and immediately ordered his subordinates. "Go and chase the escaped dwarves. General Terra, you are responsible for carefully searching the entire area and destroying all the dwarves' remnants."

He was satisfied with seeing his army constantly moving, occupying the entire area one by one. Most of the underground of Karak-Grom had fallen into his hands, and the God-Selected Lord Ashrufate had not yet broken through the gates of Karak-Grom's ground.

There is no doubt that the underground part of Carac Grom is completely occupied, and only a small problem of time remains.

The storm rats of the brigade passed by here and chased in the direction of the dwarves' retreat under General Lajian. Moscha confirmed that this short battle interval would end soon. They would conquer them completely...and wait, maybe they should follow the advice of the Mod clan, and it would be better to use the abyss to hate...and maybe it would be good to continue using the poisonous gas mortar...

A short time later, a rat soldier rushed to report the latest situation to him. General Lajian had encountered a new enemy defense line. The defense line was extremely strong, and the first wave of Storm Rat's offensive was easily defeated.

Very well, at least he knew where the dwarf was. Moss checked and decided to let General Lajian continue the attack first. At the same time, a group of Mod clan war beasts were transferred from the rear to reinforce. If this attack did not work, then he would let the poison gas mortar team launch an offensive.

Poison gas bombs are very useful, but waiting for the poison gas to dissipate is a time-consuming task. It is this that limits their use because Moscha doesn't want to waste precious time.
Chapter completed!