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On the other hand, the direction of the gate area of the city of Palomit -

The barracks of the gray dwarves in the city were indeed built on a large open space near the city gate, about five or six meters high, and a section of stone inner wall about five or six meters high surrounded the barracks in the city into a small military fortress.

It's just that it's embarrassing, and it looks like it's suffered a lot.

"Quick, open the gates of the fortress and let them in!"

The soldiers on duty immediately ordered to the control room at the main entrance of the fortress, causing an iron spike fence door to rattle and rattle under the control of the mechanical lever.

The underground dwarf slaves on the nearby street hurriedly dodged to make way for the road, and for a moment they looked curiously at the gray dwarves who had returned from the direction of the town hall, and then retreated into the main entrance of the barracks fortress in a vertical formation.

Rouldorf was Barend's chief lieutenant, and Larsson was Ruhrdorf's right-hand man, one of the mid-level officers in the Grey Dwarf army, one of the few mid-level officers who had taken over command from Ruhrdorf in time to arrange for the army to retreat in an emergency.

The defeated army withdrew into the fortress, and the iron fence of the fortress was quickly lowered again, and the interior of the barracks was once again separated from the streets of the city by the stone inner walls.

Larsson is not very old, he has just turned sixty this year, and he can only be regarded as a young man who has just grown up in the life of the dwarven race, but his military talent is no worse than that of the old-school officers in the army, which is why he was fortunate enough to be promoted by Barende in the past days to become a deputy to Rouldorf's side, and not just an ordinary soldier.

He and the other two mid-level officers who were traveling with him spent some time arranging the new tasks of the soldiers when they returned, and then hurried to a conference room inside the fortress with one of the officers in charge of the remaining guard, and reported to the colleague who remained in the barracks with an anxious face:

"Don't look at me like the sky is going to fall, Orix. I know what you're trying to ask, so I'll tell you what you want to know right now - Lord Ruldoff is dead, and Lord Barend's whereabouts are unknown, but I guess it's probably a lot of luck! ”

The gray dwarf called Oric by Larsen was the gray dwarf officer in charge of the remaining barracks during this operation, with a black beard oozing a few wisps of whitish color, and a few wrinkles on his face seemed to prove that he was not too young.

But his temperament was not necessarily better than that of the junior in front of him, and he was almost stunned when he heard the bad news of Ruerdorf's death and Barend's disappearance from Larsson, and his round eyes glared like light bulbs.

Apparently unbelievable.

Then he hurriedly asked: "Didn't Lord Koruldorf say that there was movement in the city hall, so he brought more than 400 people over to inspect it?" There are more than 400 of you in your hands! ”

"But you can't imagine how horrible the enemy we encountered, Orix."

"Gordon?"

Old Orick turned his gaze, the beard on his chin swaying in unison with the movement of his head.

The grey dwarf officer named Gordon was in the prime of life, and his body looked bigger than the average dwarf, as if his dark face had muscles—and he was also a famous strong man in the army, but after today's battle, he had to admit that Urs's strength was far more terrifying than his.

He even saw the death of Ruerdorf at the hands of the young man's sword...... Such an unstoppable power.

At that time, it was as if the time of the scene had returned to the time when they invaded the dwarf city beneath their feet, only to replace the underground gnomes in the war with them, and the few members of the Thorn Squad seemed to become themselves who entered the city to play the butcher in that battle.

Gordon took a deep breath and calmed down, then stared into Orik's eyes and emphasized again: "All in all, the team of surface people that Lord Barend met with today is very strong. The surface men were our current enemies, and they came out of the town hall to defeat us with only a few men, and beheaded Lord Roordorf! ”

"That'...... Should we go back on the offensive now? Orick gritted his teeth, took a cold breath, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still chose to believe his colleagues, even if deep down he still felt unbelievable about the defeat of more than four hundred people against a few people, "We still have enough soldiers in our hands, and at the worst of all, we can temporarily add some underground gnomes to come in and organize them into slave soldiers." ”

"This kind of hellish thought in your head probably means that your logic has started to get confused, old man!" Larson raised his hand and patted it on his head, the curvature of the corners of his mouth dropped a little helplessly, and then immediately refuted the old officer's point of view, "Have you forgotten?" How easy it was for us to take this city, and how vulnerable were those lowly slaves, and how vulnerable were you to add these pig-like slaves to our army? ”

"Besides, pigs may be more useful than they are......"

"Holdheck?"

Orix looked to the side and saw that there was a gray dwarf officer named Haudheck left in the room.

Holdheck's height is in stark contrast to Gordon next to him, if Gordon's size is the big guy in the dwarf race, then his body is like a skinny and small hairy kid - and his identity background and promotion deeds are also similar to Larson, both are rising stars, and they are the younger generation that Barend deliberately cultivated in the army.

This casual interjection sounded like a dispensable complaint, but it didn't seem so simple to the ears of Larsen, Orik, and Gordon, after all, the three gray dwarf officers present, regardless of their seniority, knew that this little guy seemed to have a never-ending ghost idea in his head.

He was short and thin, but he was very good at devised some vicious tricks, and it was probably because of this that he was once noticed by Barronde, and that, like Larson, he was fortunate enough to climb to the position of mid-level officer he is now in.

Holdheck's eyes were sneaky, and he habitually hunched his back a little, looking down at Oric from the bottom up, then at Larson and Gordon, and then with a wicked smile on his face, he pointed out to them, "Well, I mean...... Since those underground gnomes who are not even pigs can help us, why don't we set our sights on something else? ”

"For example?" Gordon stood beside him and immediately asked.

"Lord Barende sent someone to drag the multi-headed lizard in the arena prison last month in order to hold a gladiatorial tournament for the Drow Lord who supported us behind the scenes." Holdheck rubbed his hands together and turned his head to face the relatively tall Gordon and bared his teeth gently, the expression on his face under the helmet revealing a hint of madman-like excitement in his heart, "That monster, I think you all understand how irritable, how cruel, how ...... it is Terrible! ”

"And untamable!" Larson was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood his thoughts, "You know, our soldiers couldn't control that giant beast at all, and many people died just to put it in the dungeon!" ”

"But that should prove that our enemies can't control it either, right?" Haudheck shifted his gaze and glanced at Larsen, the expression on his face smirking, "So if we lead that giant beast out of the arena and into the streets, and make our enemies mistakenly think it's our war beast......"

At this point, he deliberately paused, and the corners of his mouth curled with a murderous aura full of anticipation.