The sorcerer's eyes were not focused, and he walked to Andre's side, his two hands hidden in his robes shaking according to a certain pattern, the spell was not over yet, and he had to maintain the presence of those crows in this way. It wasn't the first day that Grand Duke Blazing Hammer had seen someone cast a spell, and he quickly understood the state of the cursed crow at this time, and knew that it was now where the fighter was. So, despite his exhaustion, the resolute dwarf raised his hammer, "Hammer boys, it's time to counterattack! let's get those damned rats out!" With that, he took the lead, the first to cross the defensive bunker, chanting the name of the ancestors, and the hammer in his hand roared to knock down the enemy in front of him.

Bakham, who was in charge of protecting the dwarves, cursed in a low voice, but the task Leon had given him must be completed. The young elf glared at the wizard, and then he could only bite the bullet and follow Andre's figure and rush forward. "In the name of the forest, I hate dwarves, and wizards. The silver blade unfurled as he spoke, turning into deadly silver threads, and Bakham's long knife was stuck in the nezumi's neck, making it difficult for the elves to pull it out, no matter how hard they tried. In desperation, he had no choice but to abandon one of his two weapons and move on with a short knife.

Leon noticed what was happening, and the battle-hardened Blood Lion immediately made the same decision as the dwarves. "Follow the Grand Duke, let's get up!" the chief knight stabbed his foe in front of him with his sword as a spear, throwing the struggling flesh out like a stone, and smashing over the unsuspecting nezumi. Then, Leon jumped onto the wooden crate and picked up the weapon of a fallen soldier, pointing his sword at the enemy like a banner. "Kill!"

More and more soldiers responded to the call for a counter-offensive, squeezing the last of their strength, their eyes bloodshot, fighting with all the weapons they could muster and following their leader. It's a battle of trapped beasts, and the molten iron men who have been forced into underground passages must defend their last positions, and their outburst of anger is turned into power. No one cares about sword moves anymore, and there is no tactics at all, in this narrow battlefield, the line between man and beast has become extremely blurred, survival is like this, aside from those glamorous appearances, what kind of creature's lifestyle is not bloody?

The sound of the battle gradually subsided, and the humans successfully defended their positions and drove the rats out of the tunnel. According to what was learned during this time, those rats would then eat a large amount of food to replenish the physical strength lost in the battle, and if they failed to take away the human corpses, they were left with only one biological source, the same kind. Not to mention the discomfort caused by this behavior, but it finally gave the tired fighters a respite. The embarrassed lord, who had won the battle, returned to the back of the line with his remaining troops, and most of them fainted. The small number of people who can still stay awake do not have the strength to move anymore.

"Ha, thank you, without your timely appearance, we would have been able to repel those rats for a long time. The Grand Duke of Hammer, who was leaning against the wall, thanked the crow with his eyes half-open. He didn't say that the Raven's strike had almost turned the tide of the battlefield, and the dwarf's stubbornness made André reluctant to admit that he and his soldiers were having a hard time winning a battle of the same magnitude. The beast also needs to rest, and this is not a safe enough nest.

"Hasn't Krus come back yet?" the sorcerer's face turned a little pale, and the energy he had recovered from sleep had been consumed again in the spell he had just cast, and he leaned against the wall, asking about the whereabouts of the demon descendants. Korus is now the hope of all survivors, and as the only one of them who can come and go freely in these dangerous tunnels alone, the Demonborn has been given the task of finding the exit. After all, these passages, mixed with the collapsed ruins of the molten iron city and the original sewer system, are no longer familiar to the dwarves, let alone the rat people and radno in the passages, and no matter which one they encounter in their rash movement, it will be a disaster for the survivors.

"Don't worry, he'll be back. André had full trust in his friend, and the dwarf swore an oath, but he didn't know who he was talking about.

"He'd better come back, and if we continue like this, even if we find an exit, we won't have the strength to complete the retreat. Bakham said with some anger as he had his long knife in front of him, and the streamlined blade had a terrible notch in the middle of it, which the elf had broken when he pulled out his sword.

Grand Duke Hammer was silent, he knew that Bakham was right, the warriors were so physically exhausted that they didn't even have medicine to treat the wounded in such harsh conditions. Leon, who was bandaging a warrior, gritted his teeth, and the young man in front of him looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and it was time to embrace the beauty of this world, but the nezumi claws tore open his abdomen, and some intestines even leaked out of the wound. There was still a chance to treat such an injury in normal times, but now, both the Blood Lion and the injured person knew that they had nothing to do. "Please... Don't waste it, bandages... My lord. The warrior's hand took Leon, and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face. "Leave it to the others. The Blood Lion grew his mouth, trying to motivate the young man not to give up hope, but when he looked at the other man's tired face, it seemed like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. "Wizard!" Leon turned to the crow with all his strength and shouted, if anyone could save the wounded man now, it was the gray-robed mage.

The sorcerer was tempted not to hear the cry, for he knew he was helpless against the injury. But the Raven also believed that if he pretended not to hear and was indifferent, Leon would have taken the knife to his stomach as well. The grey robe walked through the tunnel, and these few short steps were so difficult now. "Save him. The Blood Lion said half-threateningly, half-pleadingly. "I try. The raven sighed, fell to his knees, and began to unravel the blood-stained bandage and examine the horrible wound. The sorcerer never imagined that the human body, which he had been accustomed to seeing in the laboratory, would one day make himself afraid. The man was hopeless, and he knew very well that the nezumi's claws had cut through the intestinal wall, and even if he could stitch up the wound, the wounded would die of internal bleeding. The cursed crow raised his head and closed his eyes in contemplation for a few seconds, "It's not easy to wait for death, I can help you get rid now." The warrior nodded, and the wizard raised his hand to press down on his face. With a slight influx of mana, it doesn't take much effort to kill such an extremely weak person, doesn't it?

Leon couldn't bear to see this, he stood up and turned his back to look at the wall above him. The knight struck the stone brick next to him with a hard punch as the crow got up, and the blood trickled down the gap between his fingers and dripped to the ground. "How's the witch?" asked the Blood Lion, trying to draw attention away from the tragedy behind him.

"As always, one is under my control, and the other, I still can't feel it. Raven replied, arranging the bandages he had just untied from the dead.