"See? That's the skill that the overseer must master. "www.biquge.infoShellt proudly boasted to the nobles, but received no polite compliments. He was greeted only by the stunned expressions of the crowd. He followed the gaze of the crowd, and all the slaves stopped what they were doing and looked at her angrily. "Heh! You're scared by these insignificant slaves, Raven, order the fleet to open fire, I'm going to flatten this stinking junkyard!" Sheldt cried out in exasperation. Raven tries to set off, but is stopped by a pickaxe that falls in front of him.

The orcs, who translated kobold's language to Shelt, raised their arms and shouted in the same incomprehensible language, and all the slaves roared along with it. The sturdy minotaurs and orcs rushed towards Sheldt and his party wielding hammers and pickaxes, and the trolls ducked behind cover and took out the crude slings that had been hidden in advance and began to suppress the archers on the watchtowers.

"Archers! shoot!" Kraft shouted behind the shield-wielding guard, but it was too late. Thousands of slaves swept in as explosives destroyed the mine's fences and watchtowers, and the overseers tried to resist at first, but soon threw off their armor and ran towards the mine gates.

Seeing that the scene was out of control, Shelt, who was so angry that he gritted his teeth, also had to temporarily retreat and run back with the others. Although there were small groups of slaves trying to outflank them in the direction of retreat, the slaves who broke away from the large army were as vulnerable as pieces of paper under Sheldt's tricky attack angle.

"Shelter, get back to the overseer's quarters! there's a full wall, we can hold out for a while!" shouted Raven, who led the way, shooting a bright ball of fire into the sky.

Shelt ran and fought, not even hearing what Raven was shouting. He deftly flicked the sweeping mining pickaxe, then plunged his bayonet into the chest of an orc. Then he turned around and raised his sword to parry the hammer that had fallen to his head, kicking down the troll that had attacked him. For him, slaughtering subhuman slaves was an easy and enjoyable game, but he knew that he couldn't keep killing and that the crowd of slaves would soon sweep over him without mercy.