Grimg Ironhide navigated the dark, damp tunnels of warm air, moist rock faces, and more importantly, mushrooms underground. This is the necessary food that the greenskins need to survive. Although Ironhide can go three days and three nights without eating, it doesn't mean that he won't be hungry. A bloody battle with the Troll King has caused him to consume a lot of physical strength and urgently need to replenish his energy.

The Black Orcs discovered this underground passage three days ago, and they didn't know where it led or who built it. All you know is that there's groundwater, mushrooms, and shelter from the annoying winds and blizzards on the ground.

Since the blizzard on the ground has not stopped, Ironhide and a few black orcs can only continue to walk underground, hoping to encounter something. Food is no longer needed. For three days, they fed all the mushrooms here. Now, they are hungry for the next battle.

I have to say that it's a terrible thing to have without goblin kids, and although these little things are usually chattering around on weekdays, sometimes they can provide some valuable information. And now, without the goblins, Grimg Ironhide feels like a blind man. He can slash and kill his opponents continuously, but now, he has no opponents. Even the orc guards around him were almost cut down by him.

Grimg Ironhide couldn't contain his bloodlust and desire to fight. He needed a fight so badly, even if it was a stress-free slaughter. But this land is a piece of shit! There's nothing on the ground, and there's nothing underground. Ironhide finally understands why humans don't live here. Even hunting an animal takes half a day, and it depends on luck. It's better to live in the south. Therefore, a large area of dried shrimp is gathered in the south. But they didn't have a challenge, and Ironhide didn't even want to look back.

Suddenly, in the depths of the crypt, there were several small chirps. Although it was subtle, it was still noticed by Ironhide, it was the voice of the rat man, and the voice of the rat was especially impressive, and he spent the whole winter slaughtering the rat people under the dwarven abandoned bunker. He was also assassinated by a powerful and agile nezumi assassin......

The fighting impulse and desire in his heart made him want to the guy immediately and hack the two rats to death. But Grimug Ironhide also knew that nezumi were not solitary creatures, they were social creatures. These two rats will be here to prove that there will be more rats here.

Maybe this tunnel leads to another nezumi lair. It was another litter of rats, at least a few hundred.

Grimg Ironhide thought so, knowing that he couldn't startle the snake, but that he had to follow the vine. Keep an eye on these two rats, and you might be able to find their nest. 100 nezumi, 200 nezumi, or a little bigger, four or five hundred? In short, as long as you find them, you can kill them again, at least for a few days. Maybe the blizzard will stop in a few days.

Grimg Ironhide thought as he halted his men and lurked, observing the two nezumi from afar.

These are two tunnel rats that belong to the patrol of the Nezumi clan. They are far away, for fear that the nezumi will smell them.

Sure enough, after a scribbled inspection, the two rat men confirmed that the environment was safe and turned back the way they came.

Ironhide followed, his eyes fixed on the two mice. Hopefully this is not an illusion.

Well...... It is indeed not an illusion. Grimg Ironhide can almost smell rats. Like myself, with a bit of a fishy smell. But there is less blood, and the blood of the rat people is pitifully small compared to that of the orcs.

After passing through a long dark passage, the two patrol rats came to an ancient stone gate. In front of the stone gate, there are four heavily armed clan rats.

Grimg Ironhide only felt a surge of blood rush in his heart, and even though he was some distance away, Ironhide seemed to have smelled the blood emanating from several large rats. Chase the book

slaughtered them...... slaughtered them......

The unquenchable impulse rose in his heart, and he didn't have to hold back anymore. I already know the intersection, and behind this stone gate, there must be another rat lair. It could even be a nezumi kingdom. Grimg Ironhide knew it was time to kill, and once the stone door was closed, it would be difficult for him to get in.

Roar......

There was a roar that shook the tunnel, and before the nezumi guard could react, a sharp axe whirled in the darkness, and an axe slashed through the body of a clan rat guard. The remaining three nezumi guards immediately shouted warning to their fellow citizens while preparing for battle.

But, almost at the same time as a heartbeat, a tall shadow fluttered in the darkness. Knocking the nezumi guard to the ground as he was about to blow the alarm, Grimug Ironhide blasted the nezumi guard's head with a single punch. All kinds of juice and blood splattered on the ground. The remaining two clan rat guards immediately raised their spears and stabbed at the intruder.

However, Grimg Ironhide pulls out the Tomahawk Gisnik that has been stuck in the nezumi's corpse. The blood-stained battle axe cut a semicircle in the air, only to hear a sound of steel whistling, and the two nezumi guards were instantly cut off by their heads!

One of the heads smashed like a cannonball on the back of the patrol rat, and blood and fear spread rapidly among the nezumi.

The last remaining patrol rat stumbled back into the door, but the black orc grabbed him by the tail, and Grimg Ironhide roared angrily, grabbed the rat man who was about to climb through the door, and threw it at the stone door. There was another sound of bones shattering in the air, and the nezumi guard's skull was shattered.

In less than ten seconds, the six nezumi guards at the door were killed bloodied. At this time, Grimg Ironhide stepped on the corpse of the nezumi, carried his battle axe, and swaggered into the stone gate. In front of him was a complete and massive nezumi fortress. Bigger than any nezumi fortress he'd seen before......

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The sky and the earth were vast, and the wind in the north was howling, accompanied by goose feathers and heavy snow, drifting towards Rhodes and his party.

The original plan to return to the north within a week now seems to be far away. The Troll Nation is not like Kislev, which is located in the north, but there are four seasons in a year, while the Troll Nation has no four seasons. Here, it is covered with snow all year round, and the wind is raging all year round. The Dark Forest is a watershed, and south of the Dark Forest, crops can still grow, barely enough to live on people. To the north of the Dark Forest, there is almost no grass. If there is, it will be tundra at most.

There is no doubt that Rhodes and Caroline, Yeskovich and others have encountered blizzard weather again...... In extremely low visibility, they couldn't see the road clearly. They don't even know if they're going in the right direction, and the compass sometimes works and sometimes fails, leaving them at a loss.

At this moment, Rhodes even began to envy the burrowing skills of the rat-men, and if they could, they could dig holes on the spot to escape the blizzard raging on the ground. But after all, humans are not rat people, and they do not have the ability to do so, so for humans, digging tunnels is a technical job or a hard job.

Rhodes looked up, and the wind blew his hair away. Faintly, there seems to be a conical tent ahead......