Keep exploding, but running out of strength......

Section 38 Elite

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, where are the ambulances, someone is hurt!"

"The nezumi put the war beast on the south side, it's an all-out attack!"

"The Black Assassins appear inside the city to protect the non-combatants!"

"Well No. 4 has been poisoned, so beware! ”

In the underground passage dug by the dwarves, it was noisy and hectic at the moment. Torrison carried his battle axe on his back and led his men through this chaotic and busy area. Prince Hoga had already given the order that all the scattered troops were to retreat to the rear and regroup. Torrison had to go to the rear to replenish his troops so that he could be ready to fight in the brutal battles on the front lines.

The nezumi attack culminated on the third day. Now, they have officially joined the elite troops, and they have spared the blood of their soldiers on the battlefield. All kinds of twisted war beasts have been scurrying around in the Underground World, engulfing the defense dwarven forces one passage after another. Now the dwarves can no longer defend, retreat, or counterattack as calmly as they did at the beginning. The Nezumi attack appears to be disorganized on the outside, but in fact it is engaged in a fruitful outflanking detour. More than one dwarven force that had no time to retreat was swallowed up by these twisted and mutated monsters.

In addition, various weapon squads of the nezumi were also thrown into the battlefield one by one. Especially those Magic Stone Smoothbore Gunners. Magic Stone Bullets also have a powerful armor-piercing ability, making them a great threat to the armoured Dwarven warriors. And those evil bullets can directly corrode the life of the person who was shot, and if they don't hit the vital part, they will cause a deadly effect, even the tenacious vitality of the dwarves can't fight against it.

The dwarves shoot rat men in droves with crossbows, slash down squad after squad of nezumi warriors with tomahawks and swords, and turn entire nezumi into skewers with ballistas. But dwarven casualties also began to skyrocket. In addition to the casualties on the frontal battlefield, the black-clad assassins also began to move. These cursed rats don't know when they began to sneak into Karak-Grom. Everywhere they stabbed dwarven officers, attacked the wounded, killed non-combatants, destroyed ammunition, poisoned water and food. The dwarves found and killed at least a hundred black-clad assassins, but instead of relenting, they became more rampant.

A dying roar was heard ahead. In the next second, Torrison had a battle axe in his hand and lunged in the direction where the sound was coming from. He turned the corner and saw a chilling scene. A dwarven officer was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, his battle axe embedded in the back of a black-clad assassin three paces away. The black-clad assassin's poisoned dagger rests on the neck of the dead dwarf.

The black-clad assassin was still in his dying throes. Torrison stepped forward quickly, slashing off the despicable assassin's head with an axe. He turned to save his compatriots, but it was too late. All he could do was gently close the other person's eyes with his hand.

"Captain Torrison!" a herald suddenly appeared from behind. He glanced at the dead dwarven officer, but he had seen too much sacrifice to be moved by what he had seen. "Prince Hoga has ordered you to immediately reinforce Passage Ninety with your troops. The enemy has suddenly launched a fierce attack there, and the defenders are in dire need of reinforcements!"

"I got it. Torrison handed over his dead compatriots to a few ambulancemen who were hurrying in – of course, he knew they couldn't do anything either. The task is so urgent, he probably doesn't have time to replenish his troops leisurely.

"Listen!" Torrison returned to the passage he had taken earlier. It has now become a key conduit for the movement of troops and supplies, with people coming and going (of course, this does not prevent the Black Assassins from carrying out assassinations around corners). He stood in front of a group of soldiers who had clearly just retreated. "I'm going to go to Passage 90 to deal with those rats immediately, and follow me for everything that can still fight!"

Almost all the soldiers were willing to join him. In this way, in a very short time, Torrison gathered his entire team and headed towards Passage Ninety as fast as he could.

Captain Ranger stopped abruptly. He stopped so abruptly that the one behind him almost hit him.

"Be careful!" Torrison keenly observed his surroundings, "there are rats hiding here!"

Suddenly several large holes appeared in the dirt next to it, and the ugly rats rushed out of it, making inexplicable screams as they brandished their weapons at the dwarves.

Torrison threw out his tomahawk and killed the nezumi with the flamethrower in the first place. He is the most dangerous. Then he drew the dagger he carried with him and fought with the black-furred storm rat closest to him. The nezumik's blade left more than a white mark on the Ranger Captain's armor, but he was eventually impaled in the stomach by Torrisson's sword, and fell to the ground in painful convulsions.

He picked up his tomahawk and slashed down another nezumi with one axe. The rats were filthy and blood spilled all over him, but Torrison did not hesitate to go on the attack, using his fury and tomahawk to slay the savage invaders one by one.

The fierce battle finally ended, and all the ratmen who sneaked up on the attack were killed.

Torrison began to check the casualties of his men. No one in the whole team spoke, and although they were the winning side, everyone could feel the unusually heavy weight. In the dwarven mind, the nezumi are not a dangerous enemy. They are cowardly and cowardly, they are defeated at the first time and flee when they are defeated, they are simply vulnerable. Aside from sneak attacks or the chance of numerical superiority, dwarves are almost impossible to defeat by nezumi. But it turns out that when these rats are pushed to the limit, they are just as capable of showing tenacity and ferocity that even dwarves admire, and they are also able to fight to the last breath.

Although Torrison didn't know why these rats could become so aggressive, or so crazy and tenacious.

"The wounded go back where they are!" Torrison ordered, "and the others follow me on."

He knew that at this moment, Prince Hoga was nervously dispatching his troops. The nezumi attacked stronger than the wave, and the rats frantically rushed to the dwarven positions, ignoring any casualties. The blood of the soldiers of the two armies stained every inch of this underground realm. If Captain Torrison fails to arrive on the battlefield in time, it means a partial rout, which can even affect the overall situation.

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The troops of the Jetta clan came up from the underground passage, led by the warlord Crook 61 Broken Tail.

The Jetta clan is a remote clan that is very devout to the Rat God and is willing (and not unwilling) to obey the call of the Grey Prophets to participate in this unprecedented war. In fact, the Jetta are just one of many clans rushing to the battlefield. At this moment, millions of nezumi warriors in the underworld realm are stepping up their march to the battlefield.

It was daytime, and from the dark subterranean realm to the bright surface, the eyes of the nezumi could not adjust for a while, which caused them to fall into a state of semi-blindness for a while. However, the nezumi are born with good sense of smell and hearing, which makes them feel the frenzied atmosphere around them very clearly.

"For the Rat God!" there was a frantic cry all around. The warriors of the Jetta clan had not yet understood what was happening because their vision had not yet recovered, but many of the soldiers were unconsciously infected by the warm atmosphere around them, and became agitated.

After a few minutes of acclimatization, their eyes begin to gradually regain their vision. Crook 61's tail is one of the fastest recovering nezumi. He quickly understood the source of this commotion and fanaticism, and then, like all nezumi who saw it for the first time, stayed there for a long time.

His soldiers regained their vision one after another, and then they all stood in place in a daze, just like their warlords.

It seems like an incomprehensible thing. In the sky, a supernaturally dense cloud blanketed over the castle ahead. No, it should be said that the whole sky is covered. Above Karak-Grom, a black mist swirled there, and the mist clearly condensed into a churning, but very clear image. And this image is all too familiar to all the rat people.

It was a giant rat's head with alien horns.

"Rat God!" a subordinate who had just regained his vision shouted, and then the emotionally uncontrollable rat man nudged his warlord hard, "Rat God!" he repeated.

Under normal circumstances, the warlord would just hack this guy who dared to offend his dignity, at least leaving him with a permanent disability, so that he would remember his superiority and inferiority. But now the warlord's mind was also in turmoil, so he could only swallow a mouthful of saliva and nodded, completely forgetting that he should give this subordinate a little punishment.

That's really the rat god, and you can't be mistaken. The Almighty Rat God descended on one of his doppelgangers to guide the Nezumi in the right direction. This was the first time Crook 61 had seen the rat god in his own form, and after the initial surprise had passed, he felt an indescribable excitement and impulse.

At this moment, a gray prophet rushed towards them, his eyes flashing with indescribable fervor.

"What are you doing here!" shouted the Grey Prophet. "Silly melon! Hurry up! The rat god is calling you to fight for him! His strength is with you!"

"Keep up with me!" Crook61 didn't hesitate for a second as he drew his serrated heavy sword. "God is watching us!" he felt an indescribable sense of pride. The warlord has fought countless battles, but this is the first time he has fought in the eyes of God. The Rat God turned his head and looked towards the location of the Jetta Clan.

God is watching from heaven, and he should have seen me!Crook61 Severed Tail had only one thought left in his mind. He must be shown the heroic fighting posture of the Jetta clan!

"For the glory of the Rat God!" Crook61 shouted, and the warriors of the Jetta clan shouted in unison, charging forward with their warlord, joining the charging army like an endless wave.

After the Jetta clan rushed forward, the open space they had occupied was quickly filled with another group of nezumi who had just arrived on the battlefield. They had just arrived on the surface, and their eyes were not yet able to adjust to the bright light, so they were temporarily semi-blind.