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Chapter 43: Retreat

Ashu Rufate walked into the city through the hole-opened gate.

Carac Grom was even more spacious than he expected. The bodies of both sides who died at the gate of the city had been removed at this moment. New Ratmen troops rushed in from the rear.

Ashrufate stopped beside a corpse of a dwarf that had not been cleared. The dwarf was entangled with a rat man. His battle axe split the rat man and buried it deeply into the other person's body, and the sharp blade in the rat man's hand stabbed him in the eyes.

"What are you feeling about? Master?" Carrie said in his mind.

"nothing."

"Are you sad for these dwarves? Ha...hahaha..." Carrie laughed unrestrainedly in her mind. If she were alone, she would have been laughing back and forth at this moment. "Master, think about the essence of things carefully."

"What is the essence of things?"

"The essence of the matter is that Carac-Grom is a critical place for the entire race to live and die, but for the dwarves it is just a periphery territory. There is nothing worth noting except to satisfy their conservative and boring self-esteem and sense of honor. If anyone is more qualified to own this land, then there is no doubt that it is the Rats." Carrie's voice brought a bit of joke. "And we have paid enough money, aren't we?"

Blood is the currency for purchasing land.

A team of rats rushed past Ash Rufat in a craze. Now, every rats knew that the war had been won. They were stepping on the corpses of the defenders of the city under their feet. If the dwarves suffered mainly equipment losses in the battle to break through the city gate, then they suffered personnel losses now. The casualties of the dwarves' warriors rose sharply, and there were cases where the corpses of the two sides of the war were piled up everywhere.

The dwarves are indeed very stubborn races, and even in such overwhelmingly unfavorable circumstances, they did not waver. These soldiers shed the last drop of blood to defend their city, just like they had vowed.

But the rat man can still continue to invest in new troops, while the dwarves have no new troops to fight. This bloody tug-of-war exhausted their power. Even now, even if they temporarily escaped from the battlefield of the underground world, they are still retreating under the attack of their superior enemies and losing one position after another.

Another team of rat warriors ran past him shouting wildly. Ashu Rufat felt that these rats seemed to be becoming active.

As he was thinking this way, Ashu Rufate suddenly realized that his hand was moving. His hand reached out and tried to pick up the battle axe from the ground. He instinctively stopped the action and stood up again. Then he realized that it was not his unconscious action just now, but Carrie was controlling it.

"Carrie!" Ashu Rufate roared in his mind.

"Sorry, Master, I just want to... want to see the dwarf's high-end metal craftsmanship. Because this dwarf looks like a high-level officer..." Carrie said.

"What do you want to do?" Ashu Rufat understood that things were definitely not as simple as Carrie said. In the past, when such things happened, that is, when Carrie tried to judge the value or details of an item, she clearly asked Ashu Rufat to pick up the thing and watch it up close, instead of just picking it up without permission, as she did just now.

"I did nothing." Carrie replied in an innocent voice. "And, master, I can't do nothing. Because in the control of the nerve level, your brain signals have priority. That is to say, unless you give up your control of the body and let me act, I can't do anything. I can't control your body beyond your control."

Ashu Rufat knew that Carrie was right. Only when he was unconscious or actively giving up control can Carrie control his body.

Ashu Rufate picked up the battle axe from the body and looked over and over again.

"It's very good. It seems that they have developed quite brilliant primitive metallurgy technology." Carrie analyzed. "It has almost reached the peak of primitive metallurgy. The casting industry is also very good, and it is already a master of handicraft technology."

Ashrufate threw away the battle axe. Not far ahead of him was a fierce battle place, with many messy dwarf corpses lying on the ground. Each dwarf had at least two rat-man corpses next to it.

"Well, master, magic communication is coming from underground." Carrie suddenly said in her mind. "It's the abyss lords responsible for the underground part..."

"What did they say?"

"They said that they had dug up the underground passage that had been blasted by the dwarves, and now they have launched an attack again. It seems that the cunning rats suddenly became very active, and all said that they would go on the battlefield and supervise the attack." Carrie replied. "Ah, it's not just them. The ranks in the rear are also anxious to go to the front line. They are all leading the most elite troops."

Speaking of which, this is incredible. The lowly and bad nature of the Rat Man showed in this war really surprised Ashu Rufate. The three abyss lords who were in charge of the underground guide of Karak-Grom unceremoniously discounted Ashu Rufate's orders. They actually found a guy (an unlucky guy who was killed in the dwarf's counterattack) to serve as the commander of the current line, and they were on the safer second line.

You know, they could agree thoroughly in front of the disaster lord who could understand the lies. But it was obvious that honesty at that moment did not mean everything. After they returned and thought carefully, they changed their original intention. Ashurufat now understands why the rat god came to him, instead of carefully choosing a suitable partner among the rat people. Perhaps because he also understands that these people are really unreliable. He swears when he pats his chest (and this is not even a lie), and starts to make small plans when he actually takes action.

"Master, I think they understand that the overall situation is decided." Carrie said. "It is no longer a difficult and dangerous battle, but it is entering the final stage. On the surface, it still seems that the progress is slow and the casualties are heavy, but in fact the dwarves have completely lost the ability to counterattack, so the front-line command is far less dangerous than before. In fact, it is time to seize the fruits of victory and seek rewards, so these rats have become so active."

Ashu Rufate smiled and continued to move forward.

The war has reached its final stage. The rat people from the underground world rushed out, mixed with the rat people troops attacking from the front of the city, and launched a more fierce offensive. However, the dwarves' resistance did not weaken at all. At the critical moment of life and death, the dwarves truly demonstrated their iron discipline, tenacious fighting spirit and sacrifice. Although the rat people's offensives were higher and higher, and each time they relied on their numerical advantage to eventually submerge the enemy, the dwarves all fought tenaciously until the last moment.

However, the magical communications did not lie before. Because the big boss of the Rat Man, the Abyss Lords, sent almost all their belongings at this time. With the supervision and magic support of the fanatical gray prophets, the Rat Man's troops were like a rolling huge iron ball, slowly, but unstoppable crushing the entire Karak Grom. On the main battlefield was the world of the four major clans. The beast trainers drove their war beasts, the plague acolytes waving the plague incense burner to be responsible for the front line of hand-to-hand combat, the engineering sorcerers led the weapon team to provide fire support, and the black-clad assassins destroyed the dwarves' defense everywhere and provided convenience for the attack of their compatriots. Countless small and medium-sized clan members made breakthroughs from various secondary positions under the supervision of the gray prophet, and cleared every dwarf remaining in the city.

When the front line was in fierce battle, Prince Hoga was watching with sad eyes as his people evacuate the newly recovered but fell home again. The great caster Naragrim had dug up the underground passage, which gave the dwarves a way out without waiting to die in this soon-to-be-captured city.

"The wounded and women and children are preferred, others keep up!"

The cry of the dwarf soldiers kept ringing, maintaining discipline in the team. A large part of the members of this team were wounded with bandages, while the rest were mainly women and children. Most of the soldiers who maintained order were injured. After Prince Hoga regained Karak Grom, especially after defeating the attacks of the Ratman and Greenskin, there was a time when this place was regarded as the best colony of the dwarves, and many immigrants came to migrate here. But now, they once again retreated under the force of foreign tribes, leaving their majestic and beautiful city to the barbaric and dirty invaders.

Although Prince Hoga's face was still strong, the sadness from the bottom of his heart still made the dwarf warriors around him feel extremely painful.

Now, the dwarf soldiers on the front line are no longer fighting for victory, but to protect their people from evacuating safely.

"Your Highness, Prince." An officer wrapped in a thick bandage on his head ran to Prince Hoga. "Do you have something to ask me?"

"This letter." Prince Hoga took something out of his arms. "Take it back and hand it over to my father."

"But the Supreme King...he is waiting for you to go back. You can..."

"I failed his expectations." The prince looked at his subordinates in front of him with a gloomy look. "I failed to fulfill my great mission of regaining lost land... After he did so much for me, I failed to fulfill my responsibilities. I could not go back to see him."

"It's not your fault, there are too many rat people." The subordinates looked at the prince with hopeful eyes. "We will come back. At that time, we will be stronger than we are now, and we will take back our city, just like the last time."

Prince Hoga calmly, but shook his head firmly. He stretched his hand forward and stuffed the letter into the other party's hand. "Go back and tell my father that at least I did not embarrass him."

The noise of shouting in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the impact of metal was mixed with these shouts and killing sounds. Everyone knew that the rat man was about to attack.

But this has nothing to do with it. All the wounded and non-combatants have entered the passage and they will leave safely.

Prince Hoga stood together with his long hammer warriors and formed a battle formation at the entrance of the newly excavated underground passage. From time to time, some blood-filled subordinates retreated. Prince Hoga asked them all to enter the tunnel and keep up with the retreating brigade. However, few of these dwarf warriors refused to leave, so they stood behind the prince and waited for the last moment.

But things seemed strange. The noisy shouts of killing slowly weakened, and it seemed that the rats did not come here, but instead went somewhere else.
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