The ogre's job was not easy at all.

Although the guys in their hands are full of power, the fast-rotating dimensional stone drill bit is driven by the engine, and it is forcefully thrust back and forth, and every time it smashes into the stone wall like a rampaging poisonous dragon, the place where the stone wall is poked is like glass that has been hit by a fist, and it is instantly covered with cracked fine lines, but if you want to go further, it will take dozens or hundreds of impacts before the surface of the huge stone will be shattered and turn into piles of smaller pieces of gravel.

Then the other ogres will come forward and clean up the rubble.

This is just the beginning, the stone wall in front of him is at least ten meters thick, blocking a few ogres in turn, twenty-four hours and five days of continuous rotation, only to get through a third.

This is thanks to the black technology equipment brought by the stone from the "Broken Claw Tribe", otherwise it would be almost impossible to rely on manpower alone, even if it is an ogre with superior physical fitness.

Even if the equipment is advanced, but because the working environment is too harsh and it is continuous high-intensity work, these big fat people have long been complaining, and even Bagrat is supporting it.

"I hope that green mushroom, no, the orc is right, otherwise I will slap him into meat sauce with my own hands."

The one-eyed ogre wiped the sweat from his forehead, and in just a few minutes he felt like his underwear was soaking wet.

In addition to his work, Bagrat is also responsible for calming the restless emotions of others and keeping the overall progress going.

He only had ten days, and now half of them had passed, and the results were worrying.

The ogre gritted his teeth, briefly moved his numb shoulder, and raised the Turbulence Gun again.

Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!

The cacophony of thrust echoed through the tunnels again.

Others can complain, but Bagrat can't, because only he knows the importance of opening this tunnel.

It is the core of the entire rescue plan, and there is absolutely no room for error.

Back to the day when the meeting was held.

In the face of the strict arrangement of the "Broken Tooth Tribe", when everyone was at a loss and did not know how to break through the defense line and infiltrate the enemy's base camp, it was Azag who gave the key to breaking the game.

He said that in the valley not far east of the Big Stick Tribe, there was an abandoned underground passage entrance, and on the other side of the passage was their target, the former dwarven fortress.

When Bagrat heard this, wasn't this a gift from the god of the Great Stomach, and it took no effort to get it, but before he could rejoice, the words of the stone were like a basin of cold water poured on his head.

The Black Orc was not carried away by the sudden good news, on the contrary, he was calmer.

"Since even you know the existence of this tunnel, there's no reason why that two-headed demon king shouldn't know, right?"

Faced with suspicion, Azag was not angry, but just nodded and gave an explanation.

It turned out that this tunnel had already suffered a collapse in an earthquake, and it was so tightly blocked by huge stones that it was impossible to pass through.

The more critical earthquake occurred a few years ago, after the Shattered Tooth Tribe took over Thunder Mountain, meaning they may have known about the existence of this abandoned passageway, but they did not know where its exit was.

Only the former owners of this place, the old "Gustaba tribe", know that Azag is one of them.

I see, the stone is relieved.

It's not that he doesn't want to believe Azag, it's really about himself, the old rotten teeth, and even the lives of the entire tribe, so he can't be careless.

There is nothing wrong with Azag's identity, if it weren't for the unexpected appearance of the ogre, he would have died a long time ago, it is impossible for him to be a spy sent by the enemy, plus some of the stories behind this name, Stone chooses to believe him.

If this passage really exists, it is really a solution to the urgent need.

Wait a minute.

"You just said that this passage was blocked by stones?"

Azag nodded, his tone not as firm as before.

"Yes, this is the biggest problem, Ogrot had thought about moving the stone out of the way to see where the tunnel leads, but failed, even if the strongest man himself went out, he couldn't move the boulder a bit, not an inch."

As soon as the words fell, Bagrat, who was on the side, grabbed the stubble and patted his somewhat sagging chest hard.

"Hahaha! Don't worry, this matter is on us, isn't it just a few broken stones, give it to us, in terms of strength, the orcs are not as good as us! ”

Don't look at the ogre with a simple appearance, in fact, he also has his own little abacus in his heart, depending on the meaning of the elders, nine times out of ten the entire tribe will defect to the stone, in this case, he must show a few more hands in front of the leader, and the future will be better.

Isn't it just moving stones, it's a piece of cake for a strong ogre guy.

As for the facts.

Looking back now, Bagrat wanted to slap himself twice.

The big stomach with an ever-round belly is on top! Who would have thought these rocks were so big! Much greater than the children of the Great Stomach God! When he first saw it, he was confused.

The stone that came with him patted the ogre on the shoulder, since he was so active, then the difficult task of opening the tunnel was handed over to the ogre, time, then within ten days.

However, the stone still has a conscience, and if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and you will give Bagrat a secret weapon, which is the improved version of the green stone assault gun in his hand now.

When he set out from the territory, he didn't know what the reason was, so Stone asked Pesti to prepare one of these things and put them in the car, and it really came in handy.

This time, I really have to thank Second Brother Mao, since they borrowed Azag's finger to find a clear road, no matter what difficulties stand in the way of this road, they must take it, and no matter how strong the wall is, it can't stop his determination.

There is an old saying in the green skin, when Brother Mao looks at you, good luck will not stop.

The stone felt like it was being stared at.

Just as he was about to go back and continue to investigate the information of the "Broken Tooth Tribe" on the periphery and hand it over to the ogre, another person who was also brought by accident suddenly spoke up.

"Stone, there, there's a wind blowing, I think I can walk through it."

An Rita held out a shallot-like finger and pointed above the boulder blocking the passage.

Following her fingers, the stone looked up slightly, and saw that there was a small gap between the top of the tunnel and the boulder, about twenty centimeters wide, and even the thinnest goblin boy could not get through.

He looked back at the figure of the vampire girl, although she looked like an undeveloped Lori, but her height was also about one meter five, how could she get over?

Anrita lifted her chin slightly, a little smug on her face.

"I can use my magic to turn into a vampire bat and fly over."

For the first time in so many days, a smile appeared on the stone's face, although it was more ugly than crying.

If the vampires of the Night Prayer Order knew that they had sent their sacrosanct ancestors out to find out the news, would they run out en masse?

Anyway, it sounds like a good idea.