Katie Brill understood the Courier's face as soon as he saw it, an expression on his face that was a mixture of anxiety and longing for war. She knew what was happening, so she ran ahead of the courier, along the winding roads of the Mithril Hall, through what now seemed to be an almost completely abandoned underground city, only the furnace still burning dullly. Many pairs of eyes were staring at her, guessing what she was hurrying for, and soon they knew her intentions. She knew, and therefore they knew.

The Dark Elves are coming.

As she ran through the heavy door at the entrance of the Mithril Hall, the guard dwarf nodded politely to her. "Aim on point, my girl!" One of them shouted with a smile behind her back, a smile on her face despite her trepidation now, even though her worst nightmare seemed to be about to become a reality.

She found Bruno, Regis was by his side, and they were in a wide cave, and it was in this house not so long ago that the dwarves had defeated a tribe of goblins. This room has now become the headquarters of the dwarven king, a hub for defense against invasions from the outside world or the tunnels below. Nearly all access to this room from the wilderness of the Dark Regions has been thoroughly trapped, blocked, or heavily guarded, making the room as safe as the safest places to be found outside of the Mithril Hall.

"Where's Trist?" Katie Brill asked.

Bruno looked to the other side of the cavern, where there was a large tunnel that led to a deeper area. "Out of there," he said, "with the big cat." ”

Katie Brill looked around. Ready; Everything is put in place as much as possible for the time allowed. Not far away, the orator? Regincrowe and her priests crouched on the floor, kneeling on the floor, stacking dozens of small potion bottles, preparing bandages, blankets, and herbal ointments to heal wounds. Katie Brill stepped back, knowing she was going to need these, if not more, bandages before this was over.

Beside the priest, three Hubbells—Hako, Peterdo, and Bella? Mount? Dale's - was talking around a small round table covered with maps and other rolls of paper.

Bella looked up and gestured to Bruno, and the dwarven king immediately rushed to her side.

"We're just going to sit and wait?" Katie Brill asked Regis.

"Wait for the moment," the halfling replied. "But soon Bruno and I will lead a party out, accompanied by a Hubel tribe, to the Turner Cave to join Trist and Pant. I'm sure Bruno will let you walk with us. ”

"Let him try and see if he can stop me," Katie Brill muttered softly. She silently contemplated the meeting place. Turner's Cave was the largest room outside of Mithril Hall, and if they were going to join Trist there instead of somewhere in the middle of nowhere - if the Dark Elves were indeed in the tunnels near Mithril Hall - then the war they expected would have started sooner. Katie Brill took a deep breath and picked up Taumari, her magic bow. She tried to fill it, then looked at her quiver to make sure it was full, even though the magic attached to it ensured it was always full.

We were ready, and a thought crossed her mind, it was a message from Kakid, and she knew it. Katie Brill is glad for the companion she recently got. She trusted the sword now until it could communicate with her mind. They're really ready; All of them do.

When Bruno and Petter had left the other Hubbells, the dwarf still walked over to his personal guard and Regis and Katie Brill, and the young girl's heart beat rapidly.

The Gert Baster legions ran, pushing and bounce off walls or each other's bodies. Drow in the tunnel! They find Drow in the tunnel, and now they need to catch or kill him.

There were a handful of drows who were actually close to Mithril Hall, tasked with reconnoitring forward and signaling to those behind if they could follow, and for them, the thunderous noise of Pant's subordinates was simply deafening. The Drow were a quiet race, as silent as the Dark Lands themselves, and the hurried voices of the dwarves who lived on the surface made them think that a thousand furious warriors were chasing them. So the dark elves began to retreat, the ranks stretched out, the more important women at the head of the retreating procession, and the men forced to break off and delay the enemy.

The first contact took place in a narrow, high tunnel. The warriors of Gert Bastet rushed quickly and violently from the east, and the three drow elves, climbing on the stalactites, shot down with their crossbows, and struck the Pant, who was at the front, and the two warriors on his flank, with arrows dipped in poison at the tip.

"What?" The berserker roared, and his companion did the same, amazed at the sudden tingling. The ever-alert Panter, cunning and understanding, looked around, and then he and his two companions fell to the ground.

With a scream of surprise, the rest of the Gertbastet warriors turned around and ran, not even thinking to save their fallen companions.

Kill two and bring one back for questioning. As they floated back to the ground, the highest-ranking of the three dark elves signed to the other two.

They landed lightly on the ground and drew their well-studded swords.

The three berserkers crawled to their feet, their calves shaking from time to time beneath their bodies. No toxin could penetrate the miraculous concoction that the Legion had recently absorbed, not even the famous Drow Sleep Poison. Gert Bastet is a drink that allows any dwarf in the legion to survive the drink without fear of being poisoned (or feeling cold) for a while.

Pant was closest to the Dark Elf, and with his head down, he stabbed the chest of one of the Dark Elves with the spikes in his helmet, easily and brutally piercing through Drow's well-made chain mail.

The second drow tried to dodge the charge of another berserker, using his twin swords to try to break the spikes from his helmet. But a sheathed fist with powerful barbed spikes at its knuckles grabbed the drow's jaw and tore a hole in his throat. Drow struggled to breathe, grabbing his opponent's back twice, but they were no use to the furious dwarf.

Only the third drow survived the first round of attacks. He leapt high in the air, casting his floating magic once more, just in time to leapfrog the barrel-like charge of the remaining dwarf—mostly because the dwarf nearly slipped on the slimy blood of the enemy that Diberdorf Pantt had killed so quickly.

Drow ascended, flew between the stalactites, and disappeared from sight.

Panter straightened up, shaking off the dead drow elf. "Over there!" He yelled, gesturing to the far end of the hallway. "Find an open rooftop lookout! We can't let that guy go! ”

The rest of the Gertbastet warriors ran out of the eastern bend, searching everywhere, shouting loudly, their armor rattling and rattling, the creases and joints of their armours rubbing against each other, and making a piercing scream, like fingernails scratching through a stone slab.

"Search carefully!" Pant roared, pointing to the ceiling, and all the dwarves ran around eagerly.

With a scream, the crossbow struck a dwarf in the face, but the cry of pain immediately turned into a cry of joy, and the dwarf turned around at an angle to spot the floating drow elf. Immediately a cloud of darkness enveloped the stalactite area, but the dwarves now knew it was time to look for him.

"Lasso!" Panter roared, and the other dwarf pulled a rope from his waist and threw it at the berserker. The end of the rope was tied into a knot, a sturdy snap, and the dwarf misunderstood Panter's intentions and threw the lasso over his head, looking into the dark area to find the best point of projection.

Panter reached out and grabbed him firmly and dropped the rope to the ground. "Berserker lasso," Panter explained.

The rest of the dwarves gathered around, not knowing what their leader was up to. Everyone laughed happily when Panter put the rope around his foot and tied it tightly to his ankle, telling the others that several fighters were needed to complete the launch to capture Drow's flight.

Each eager dwarf grabbed the rope and began to drag desperately, only to drag Pantt to the ground. Gradually, under the threat of the stubborn Berserker commander, they quieted down, trying to find a common rhythm, and soon Pant was flying from the ground.

Then they sent him into the sky, and flew savagely, and kept circling and circling. But the rope was too long, and Pant slammed into the side wall of the gallery, and the spikes on his helmet slashed into the wall.

The team learned things quickly, and though – given how much the dwarves spent each day slamming their heads against sturdy steel doors – they quickly adjusted the spinning time and the length of the rope just right.

Two laps, five turns, the berserker flew out, flew straight into the air, and crashed between the stalactites. Pant immediately grabbed one of them, but it suddenly snapped off the ceiling and fell with the dwarf.

Panter fell heavily to the ground, but immediately jumped to his feet.

"Our enemies have one less barrier!" One of the dwarves shouted, and before the dizzy Panter could object, the other dwarves were already cheering and dragging the rope up, sending the berserker lasso flying again.

Panter flew up, very similar to the last, ending in pain, then a third, then a fourth, so that the poor Drow's magic that had hidden himself in the environment finally became useless, and he was exposed again, only to move slowly westward.

He felt the live noose fly towards him, so he managed to grab a slender stalactite behind him, but it was almost to no avail, and Panter pulled out the pillar completely, and hugged it, as well as the drow elf behind it, and the drow elf, the dwarf, and the pillar fell together, and slammed into the ground. Before Drow could recover, at least half of the legion had already weighed down on him, and he immediately lost consciousness.

It took them another five minutes to get the confused Pant to let go of the poor victim.

Soon, everyone, including Pant, got up, tied up Drow, tied his ankles and wrists with long ropes, and the two berserkers took him by the shoulders and left together. They hadn't even cleared the corridor, and as the dwarves reached the farthest point to the west, two of the two people who had been put on guard by the Pant suddenly shouted "Drow!" And immediately turned around and prepared for battle.

A single scurrying dark elf appeared in the passageway, and before Pant could shout, "It's not him!" The two dwarves had already lowered their heads and rushed forward with a roar.

In an instant, the dark elf suddenly took a step to the left and immediately retreated to the right, making a full circle to avoid their attack, and the two Gate Buster warriors stumbled and slammed into the wall. They realize their stupidity when the giant panther then appears with her drow companions.

Trist turned behind the two dwarves and helped them gain their footing. "A great enemy is coming," he whispered, and they all froze for a few moments at the sound of his warning, when they heard the rumble of a charge not far away.

Due to the misunderstanding, the Gertbaster warriors laughed and prepared to continue their charge westward, heading at the approaching troops, but Trist resolutely stopped them.

"The enemy is several times more numerous than ours," he said. "You're going to get a fighting chance, more than you ever hoped for, but not here."

By the time Trist, the two dwarves, and the panther arrived at Pant's side, the noise of the approaching force was quite noticeable.

"I remember you saying that the damned Drow never makes a sound when he acts," Panter commented, taking two steps forward and heading straight for the agile Ranger.

"It's not Drow," Trist replied. "It's kobolds and goblins." Pant stopped abruptly. "Are we going to run away from the pesky kobolds?" He asked.

"Thousands of nasty kobolds," Trist replied calmly, "and even greater monsters, most likely with thousands of drow elves following them. ”

"Oh," the berserker replied, snarling suddenly.

In their familiar tunnels, Trist and the Gert Buster Legion effortlessly stayed ahead of their pursuers. Instead of taking a detour this time, Trist headed straight to the east, passing through the tunnel that the dwarves had designed to collapse.

"Retreat," the drow ordered the dwarves in charge of the trap, several of whom were already standing by the cranks, ready to loosen the ropes that supported the tunnel structure. Hearing this astonishing command, each of them stared blankly at Trist.

"They're coming," said one of them, for that's why the dwarves were out in this tunnel.

"You've only caught kobolds now," Trist, aware of Drow's ruse, reminded them. "Retreat first, let's see if we can catch a few drows too."

"But then no one is here with the engine off!" Many dwarves, including Pant, chimed in.

Trist's sly smile was convincing enough that the dwarves, having long believed in Trist, shrugged their shoulders and joined the retreat of the Gertubast legion.

"Where are we going?" Panter wondered.

"A few hundred more steps," Trist told him. "Turner's Cave, where you can have a good fight."

"Words count, that's what you promised me," muttered the fierce Panter.

Turner's Cave, the most open area on this side of the Mithril Hall, is actually seven caverns connected by a wide arched tunnel. The ground is flat everywhere; Some rooms are located higher than others, with many deep trenches crossing the ground.

Bruno and his guards awaited here, and with them were nearly a thousand of the best warriors of the Mithril Hall. In the original plan, the Turner Cavern was to be set up as a command center outside the Mithril Hall, and to serve as a point of contact with the remaining tunnels that were not directly connected when Drow's advance was completely halted by falling rocks.

Trist changed that plan, and he rushed to Bruno's side to exchange ideas with the dwarven king and Peterdor, reassuring him to find the mage.

"You've given up the trap!" As soon as Bruno heard that the top of the passage was still intact, he immediately yelled at the Ranger.

"Not really," Trist replied confidently. Just as his gaze drew Bruno's attention to the tunnels to the east, the first wave of kobolds rushed in, pouring into the dwarves like a flood that had burst through the dike. "I'm just putting this cannon fodder first."

Chapter 20: The Battle of Turner's Cave

The place immediately fell into complete chaos, countless kobolds poured in, and the dwarves immediately formed a tight battle formation and rushed head-on. Katie Brill took up her magic bow and fired arrows into the main doorway. Each magical feathered arrow is accompanied by a shining electric light, crackling and sparking as it grazes against the walls. The kobolds rushed in a line, each arrow knocking down several enemies, but that didn't seem to do much, as the invading legions were so large.

Guan Haifa jumped away, and Trist followed closely behind. More than twenty kobolds somehow bypassed the front line of defense and rushed straight towards Bruno. Katie Brill shot one down with one arrow; Guan Haifa pounced and scattered the rest, and Trist, with unprecedented speed, snatched up, stabbed an enemy, tiptoed, twisted and jumped to the left, and slashed at another guy trying to parry with a flash of blue light. If the flash had been a straight blade, the kobold's dagger might have been able to parry it, but Trist deftly flipped his wrist and turned the knife to slightly change the direction of his attack. The flash slashed down the kobold's dagger and stabbed deep into his chest.

Trist didn't stop at his feet, rushing left and right, and now sweeping back to the right, on one knee. The flash swept up, separating a kobold's long knife, and then carrying it to a second one. Trist was stronger than the two kobolds combined, and at the same time had a vantage point, holding the two swords high in the air, while his second scimitar swept in the other direction, slicing open the belly of one of the foes, and then chopping off the legs of the other.

"The abominable Drow has all the fun to himself," Bruno grumbled under his breath, rushing over to join the warband. Between Trist and Kanhaifa, Katie Brill continued to snipe at the enemy, and by the time Bruno arrived, the two dozen kobolds had been almost completely wiped out, and the remaining few were also surrounded. "That's more," Trist soothed Bruno's anger at the sight of his ugly expression.

Just as the words left the drow elf's mouth, an arrow glittered silver and passed between the two of them. When the glare passed, they turned to see the charred kobold who had died from Katie Brill's arrow.

Then she came to them, Kakidd in her hand, and Regis stood beside her, with the hammer that Bruno had forged for him long ago. Seeing her friends notice the change in her weapon, she shrugged and looked around, they understood what she meant. More and more kobolds rushed in, many dwarves rushed from other rooms to meet them, it was so chaotic and crowded that it was difficult for the girl to continue to use her bow and arrows safely.

"Rush," Katie Brill said, a passionate smile sweeping across her beautiful face.

Trist turned his gaze, and Bruno, and even Regis's eyes shone brightly. Suddenly, time seemed to go back in time.

Guan Haifa charged ahead, and Bruno fought hard to stay close behind the Panther. Katie Brill and Regis followed Trist's flank, and Trist sprang fast, turning nimbly, striking, flanking on both flanks of the group, flickering right and left, as if he were there wherever there was a fight, and he moved incredibly fast.

Peterdo? Hubbell knew he had made a mistake. Trist had told him to go to the gate, wait for the first drow to enter the cave, and then cast a fireball spell that would cause the flames to burn the supporting ropes and activate the mechanism to cause the roof rocks to fall, destroying the tunnel.

"Not a difficult task," Peter had assured Trist, but it wasn't. The mage remembered the magic that could send him to his destination, and knew of other spells that would allow him to hide safely until the mission was completed. So when everyone around him ran away to join the melee, they all believed that the trap would be triggered, the tunnel would collapse, and the influx of enemies would be blocked.

But something went wrong. Peter began to unleash the magic that could teleport him to the entrance, and the portal had even formed an outline and was about to open at the other end, but at this time, the mage saw a group of kobolds, and they saw him too. This was not difficult for Peterdo, because although he could not see the infrared spectrum, he held a sparkling gem in his hand. Kobolds weren't stupid either, especially when they were fighting, and they immediately recognized the identity of this eye-catching person. Even the most inexperienced kobold soldier until close to the value of a mage, that would force this dangerous spellcaster to engage in hand-to-hand combat, forcing his hands to clench his weapon instead of constantly unleashing terrifying explosives.

Originally, Peter could have defeated their attack and could have gone to the place he designated through the portal.

For seven years, until the turbulent years, Peterdo lived under the effect of a potion that went wrong, and remained the dogs of the Hubbell family. When the magic was in disarray, Peter regained his human form—long enough for him to at least gain the elements that would counteract the potion's insane effects. Soon Peter has some habits of jumping and biting, but he has helped his friends and relatives find a way to rid him of the magical effect. There was a fierce debate among the people of the Ivy League Pavilion about whether Peter should be "cured". It seems that many people in the Hubbell family have already taken a liking to the dog, even more than Peterdo, who is human.

When Hako hadn't retrieved his glasses, Peter had served as his lead dog during the long journey to the Mithril Hall.

But when the magic came back to normal, the argument became pointless because that magic was gone.

Is that so? Before that, Peterdo had never suspected that he had fully recovered, until he saw the kobold approaching. His upper lip grinned back and barked; He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and his tailbone tightened—if he still had a tail, it must have stood up behind him!

He crouched down, but only then did he realize that he had no claws, only hands, and no weapons in his hands. He screamed, and the kobold was only ten feet away from him.

The mage turned to magic. He put the tips of his thumbs together, his palms outstretched, and chanted mantras frantically.

The kobolds gathered around, some straight forward, some flanked, and the one closest to him had already raised his weapon and was ready to attack.

Flames erupted from Peterdo's palms, and the scorching flames that shot out formed a semicircle.

Half a dozen kobolds fell to the ground and died, while others blinked in horror.

"Hah!" Peter shouted, biting his finger violently.

The kobolds blinked again and rushed up, and Peterdo had no magic left to stop them.

At first, kobolds and goblins swarmed in, just a chaotic horde, and this undisciplined hustle and bustle lasted for a long time. However, the group that came in later had received more comprehensive training in warfare in the caves beneath the fortress of the Obroza family. One of them, fifty strong kobolds formed a tight wedge, and three large kobolds rushed ahead, followed by two dense columns that parted on either side.

They rushed into the main hole, trying to avoid the battle to keep the formation intact, and headed straight to the left, towards the entrance to one of the side holes exposed. The vast majority of the dwarves avoided them, and with so many easier enemies around them, the kobold team rushed to the side hole with almost no loss.

Out of that hole came a group of about a dozen dwarves. The bearded dwarves cursed and roared and lunged out, but the kobolds' formation was unaffected, almost completely slicing the dwarf in half, and then the lead kobold tore a large crack in the entrance to the side hole. A group of kobolds rushed in along the gap, and one of the dwarves fell, and the formation of the kobolds became tight again, and the dwarves were separated into two volumes, sandwiched between the kobolds and the low wall extending from the main cave, and the situation was very critical.

The group of dwarves on the other side of the "free" realized the urgency of the situation, and they despised the kobolds too much to expect them to have such a complex scheme. They may have lost their close companions, and they simply won't be able to get past this surprisingly tight, disciplined array - as they get closer to the walls, the formation becomes even more watertight, and the kobolds force themselves into some low-hanging stalactites.

The dwarves charged desperately, and they had heard the desperate cries of their besieged companions.

Guan Haifa was low on the ground, low enough to pass between stalactites. The panther lunged at the back of the kobold's formation, flipped over two men, then lunged at the third, and as she leapt past the guy, her claws gripped deep into his body to better balance.

Trist then arrived, landed on one knee and tackled two enemies in the first round of attacks. Regis rushed to his side, he was about the same height as the kobold, could stand and fight, and even had a fight with a kobold, which was inseparable.

Bruno wielded a great axe, accustomed to sweeping thousands of armies with his tomahawk, and he looked particularly uncomfortable in this crowded corner. Katie Brill is in a worse situation, as she is neither as agile as Trist nor as swift as he is. If she landed on one knee like the Drow Elf, she would be at a great disadvantage.

But standing up straight, with a stalactite hanging in front of her, the situation was not better.

Kajid gave her the answer.

It completely defies the woman's instinctive reactions, and the total amount of combat knowledge that Bruno (who has spent most of his life repairing damaged weapons) has taught her about combat. Incredibly, Katie Brill grabbed the hilt of her sword with both hands and swung the magical weapon forward and upward.

When Kakidd touched the hard rock, the red line on it shone angrily. Katie Brill's movements slowed, but only very slightly, as the Cutter's sword, as its name suggests, had sliced into the rock. Katie Brill jerked to the side as the sword sliced through the stalactite, and at that distance she would have been in danger - if it weren't for the two kobolds in the queue in front of her who were suddenly more concerned about what fell from above.

One was crushed by the stalactites underneath, and the other's hope was just as swift, for Bruno, seeing the flaw, jumped at once, picked up his great axe, and slashed it off his head, almost cutting the poor fellow in half.

The dwarves who had been separated from the periphery were greatly encouraged to see such a powerful helping hand coming, and violently put pressure on the kobolds, shouting "Hold on!" to their besieged companions. "Convince them that they will be able to get help right away.

Regis doesn't like to fight, at least when his enemies can see him rushing towards him. But he is needed here. He knows this, and he will not shirk his duties. Beside him, Trist was wrestling on his knees; He, a halfling, had to stand on tiptoe to reach the stalactites, so how could he hide behind his drow friends now?

Regis gripped his hammer with both hands and fought hard. He laughed happily when he actually broke a kobold's arm with this well-forged weapon.

As the opponent fled, another man pressed in and struck in droves, his sword stabbing under Regis's raised arm. Thanks to the excellent dwarven armor that saved him—he made up his mind that if he survived this time, he would give it to Bust? Wrist armor to buy a large glass of mead.

The dwarven armor was tough, but the kobold's head wasn't so strong, as soon the halfling's hammer confirmed.

"Well done," Trist congratulated, as he fought off the enemy in battle, earning enough time to praise the halfling's record.

Regis tried to laugh, but immediately felt the pain in his ribs and couldn't laugh.

Trist noticed Regis' expression and blocked in front of him, fending off the kobolds' charge to replenish the gap they had broken through. The drow's twin knives danced wildly, slashing left and right, often slashing into the low-hanging stalactites, bursting with sparkling sparks, but more often than not, they beckoned to the kobold.

Near him, Katie Brill and Bruno formed a temporary alliance of attack and defense, with Bruno holding off the enemies behind while Katie Brill and her cutter continued to clear the way above, her sword slicing down a section of low-hanging stalactites with each blow.

However, the dwarves on the other side were still tightly pressed, and two more fell, and the other five were seriously injured and barely supported. No friends were able to get to them in time, and they knew that no one would be able to break through the tight formation.

Except for the Kankai Law.

Like a black arrow off the string, the black newspaper bounced out, knocking down the kobolds one after another, avoiding countless insidious attacks. Blood was pouring out of the panther's side, but that didn't stop her. She rushed to the dwarves and gave them strong support, and her arrival resounded among them with shouts of joy and salvation.

The dwarves sang merrily and continued to fight, and the panthers did not let up, and the kobolds could not complete their task. Under strong pressure from this side, the formation quickly collapsed, and the dwarves' ranks were reunited, and the wounded dwarves were carried into the side holes.

Trist and Katie Brill were drawn to the roar of Guan Haifa and saw her galloping, leading her five friends to the next place where they were needed.

Peter closed his eyes, not knowing what a mysterious feeling death could bring.

He hoped that would bring at least a little bit.

He heard a roar, followed by a crash of steel in front of him. Then came a grunt, the disgusting thrashing of torn bodies falling on the hard ground.

They were fighting over who was going to kill me, the mage thought to himself.

More roars - the roars of the dwarves! - More lashing; More corpses fell on the stones.

Peter opened his eyes and saw the kobolds in droops, and several filthy, foul-smelling dwarves jumping up and down beside him, pointing here and there, none other than the Gertubast Legion, looking for where to go next to cause the most damage.

Peter spent a little more time looking at the kobolds, and a dozen corpses were lying around, in disarray. "Torn to shreds," he whispered, nodding his head, thinking that was a more appropriate word.

"Now you are safe," said one of the dwarves—Peter remembered that he seemed to have heard that the dwarf's name was Tyberdorf Pant or something like that (not everyone named Peteror would deign to remember someone else's name). "Me and my warriors are leaving!" The savage war fury roared.

Peter nodded, and then realized that he still had a serious problem. He had only prepared a spell to open the door to the other dimension, but that spell had been wasted, and by the time he fought the kobolds, that spell had expired.

"Wait a minute!" He shouted to Panter, only to surprise both himself and Panter, for he barked like a dog as he shouted the words.

Pant stared curiously at the Habel. He jumped up and down in front of Peterdo, tilting his head, an action exaggerated by the spikes deep in his tilted helmet.

"Wait a minute. Please, don't go yet, friendly and honorable dwarf," Peter said sweetly, as if he needed help.

Panter looked left and right, and then turned to look behind him, as if trying to find out who the mage was talking to. The other Gertbaster warriors were similarly confused, and some stood still, looking to the sides, groping their heads blankly.

Panter held out a thick, dirty finger pointing at his chest, and his expression showed that he could hardly believe that he would be "kind and honorable".

"Don't leave me," Peter pleaded.

"Aren't you alive and well?" Panter asked rhetorically. "And there are no enemies to kill here." As if that were a good reason, the war maniac turned and strode away.

"But my mission failed!" Peter lamented, and the words ended with a howl.

"Your mission failed?" Pant asked.

"Oh, all of us will be—destroyed—destroyed!" The howling mage performed dramatically. "It's—it's far."

Hearing this, all the war freaks gathered around Peterdor, attracted by his strange accent, or whatever it was. The nearest enemy, a regiment of kobolds, could have attacked them at that time, but no one wanted to approach this crazy bunch of crazy fellows, and the torn corpses of the last group of kobolds lying in a pool of blood on the ground made them even more insistent on this.

"You'd better hurry up and get where you need to go," Pant, anxious to fight again, roared at Peter.

"Oooo

"Stop this damn howl!" The war madman commanded.

In fact, poor Peterdo didn't howl on purpose. Under the current form of pressure, the mage's long experience of living as a dog and those original dog instincts are reawakened. He took a deep breath and sternly reminded himself that it was a man, not a dog. "I have to go to the tunnel entrance," he said, this time without a howl or a sound similar to barking. "Drow Ranger ordered me to destroy the tunnels with magic."

"I'm not a mage's wand," Pantt interrupted, turning to leave.

"Do you dare to go to that horrible tunnel and cut off a large number of Drow's heads?" Peter said vividly, imitating the tone of the war madman.

"Phew!" Pant snorted, and all the dwarves eagerly gathered around him, their heads staggering. "My warriors and I will take you there at once!"

Peter did his best to keep his expression serious, but he secretly felt proud that he had cleverly exploited the battle-hungry nature of the fanatical dwarves.

Blinking like a dog, Peter was huddled in the crowd of the Gert Baster Legion. The mage suggested taking a circuitous route to the left side of the cave, or to the north, where the intensity of the fighting was slightly less.

Stupid mage.

The Gertubast Legion rushed straight forward, and they knocked down the kobolds and goblins who stood in their way. They also nearly buried the group of dwarven warriors in front of them who didn't have time to flash to the side; Many of them crashed into stalagmites, were bounced back, and rolled all over the ground. Before Peter could give his opinion, he found himself approaching his destination, the entrance to the tunnel.

He spent a moment trying to figure out which was faster, whether to open the door to the otherworld with magic or by a bunch of war maniacs eager to fight. He even envisioned creating a new kind of magic, the Battle Furry Guard, but he immediately dismissed those thoughts, because now they were faced with a more immediate problem, a pair of gigantic monsters with huge heads, followed by a dark elf, into the cavern.

"Defensive formation!" Peter shouted. "Hold them back! Defensive formation! ”

Stupid mage.

The two Gert Bastet warriors at the top lunged forward with their heads down, crashing into the feet of the tower-like, eight-foot-tall monster. Before the two monsters could understand what had hit them, they had already pounced forward. Pant and the other angry-eyed dwarves roared, lunging over and headbutting the monster in the head, leaving the passage completely blocked and chaotic.

After the tumbling battlefield, a dark shadow was revealed, and Drow had appeared. 2:c-],n8@2o2s

Peter wisely began to cast his magic. Drow is coming! As Trist points out, the Dark Elves are following the kobold victims. If he can release a fireball now, if he can make the tunnel collapse......

He had to force the spell to pass through an instinctive roar that came from deep in his throat. He now had a strong desire to join the Gert Buster Legion, to join them in the hustle and bustle on the fallen monsters, tearing them apart mercilessly. He wanted to join the feast so badly.

"Feast?" He asked aloud.

Peter shook his head and focused on casting the spell again. Apparently the drow elves heard the mage's rhythmic prayers, and they rushed out of the darkness, their crossbows raised and ready to shoot.

Peter closed his eyes and said the incantation as fast as he could. He felt a tingling pain, and the arrow hit him in the right abdomen, but he was fully focused, and he didn't flinch in the slightest, and he didn't interrupt the spell.

His legs began to weaken; He heard Drow rush towards him, imagining a sword that glittered with death to deliver the fatal blow.

Peterdo's concentration worked. He finished the spell, and a small flashing fireball jumped out of his hand and flew straight into the dark heights, into the depths of the tunnel.

Peter faltered due to weakness. He tried to open his eyes, but the cavern around him looked blurry and shaky. Then he fell on his back, feeling as if the ground was leaping up, completely engulfing him.

He felt the back of his head hit the hard rock, and the fireball exploded.

The tunnel collapsed.