Running out of energy...... Slowing down......

Section 43 retreat

Ashrufat entered the city through the open door.

Karak-Grom was even more spacious than he had expected. The bodies of both sides killed at the gates of the city had now been removed. A steady stream of new nezumi troops rushed in from the rear.

Ashruphat stopped next to a dwarven corpse that had not been cleaned up. The dwarf tangled with a nezumi, his tomahawk splitting open and burying deep into the other's body, and the blade in the nezumi stabbed him in the eye.

"What are you feeling, master?" said Carrie in her head.

"Nothing. ”

"Are you sorry for these dwarves? ha...... Ha Lu Ha ...... "In her mind, Carrie laughed unbridledly. If she was alone, she must be leaning forward and panting with laughter at this moment. "Master, think about the nature of the matter. ”

"What is the essence of the matter?"

"The essence of the matter is that Karak-Grom is a vital place for the nezumi as a whole race, but for the dwarves it is only a peripheral territory, and there is nothing of interest in it other than satisfying their conservative and boring self-esteem and sense of honor. If there's anyone more qualified to own this land, it's the rats. Carrie's voice was a little playful. "And we've paid enough money, haven't we?"

Blood is the currency in which land is bought.

A group of nezumi rushed past Ashrufat in a frenzy. By now, every nezumi knew that the war had been won. At their feet were the bones of the defenders of the city. If the dwarves suffered mainly in the battle to breach the gates, now they are suffering losses in personnel. The casualties of the dwarven warriors skyrocketed, and the corpses of both warring sides piled up everywhere.

The dwarves are indeed a very stubborn race, and even in this overwhelming situation, they have not wavered. These soldiers, just as they had sworn to defend their city, shed their last drop of blood.

However, the nezumi are still able to keep committing new troops, and the dwarves have no new troops to fight. This bloody tug-of-war exhausted their strength. Even now, even if they temporarily escaped the battlefield of the Underground World, they were still defeated and retreated under the attacks of superior enemies, losing one position after another.

Another group of nezumi warriors ran past with a wild shout. Ashrufat felt that the rats seemed to be becoming more active.

As he thought so, Ashruphat suddenly realized that his hand was moving. His hand reached out, trying to pick up the tomahawk from the ground. Instinctively, he stopped and straightened up. Then he realized that it wasn't his unconscious movements, but Carrie was in control.

"Carrie!" Ashruphat roared in his head.

"I'm sorry master, I just wanted to...... Want to see the high-end metal craftsmanship of the dwarves. Because the dwarf looks like a high-ranking officer...... "Carrie said.

"What do you want to do?" Ashruphat knew that things were definitely not as simple as Carrie had said. In the past, when this happened, when Carrie tried to judge the value or details of an item, she explicitly asked Ashrufat to pick up the object and look at it closely, rather than taking it without permission, as was the case earlier.

"I didn't do anything. Carrie replied in an innocent voice. "And, master, I can't do anything. Because in the control at the neural level, your brain signals take precedence. That means I can't do anything unless you give up control of your body and let me do it. I can't control my body beyond you. ”

Ashrufat knew that Carrie was right. Only in his unconscious state or by voluntarily relinquishing control can Carrie control his body.

Ashrufat picked up the tomahawk from the corpse and looked at it over and over again.

"Very well, it seems that they have developed quite a good primitive metallurgical technique. Carrie analyzed. "It's almost the pinnacle of primitive metallurgy. The foundry industry is also very good, and he is already a master of manual skills. ”

Ashruphat threw away the tomahawk. Not far in front of him was a place of fierce fighting, with many disorganized dwarven corpses lying on the ground. Each dwarven corpse had at least two nezumi corpses next to it.

"Well, master, there's a magical communication from underground. In her mind, Carrie said suddenly. "It's the Abyss Lords in charge of the underground part......"

"What did they say?"

"They say they've dug through the underground passage that had been blown down by the dwarves and collapsed, and they're attacking again. It was as if the cunning rats had suddenly become very active, and all of them said that they would go into battle in person and oversee the onslaught. Carrie replied. "Ah, it's not just them. Those in the rear are also in a hurry to go to the front. And all led the most elite troops. ”

It's kind of unbelievable. The lowly nature of the nezumi in this war really surprised Ashrufat. The three Abyss Lords in charge of the Karak-Grom Underground Raid unceremoniously discounted Ashrufat's orders. They actually found a guy (an unlucky guy who was killed in the dwarven counterattack) to act as a front-line commander, himself on the relatively safe second line.

You must know that in front of the Calamity Lord, who can see through lies, they can agree very thoroughly. But it is clear that honesty at that moment does not mean everything. After they went back and thought about it carefully, they changed their minds. Ashruphat now understood why the rat god would find him, rather than carefully choosing a suitable object among the rat people. Probably because he also understands that these people are unreliable. Swear by it when you pat it on the chest (and it's not even a lie), and start making small calculations when you actually do it.

"Master, I think they understand that the overall situation has been decided. Carrie said. "Now it is no longer a difficult and dangerous battle, but a stage of the worst. On the surface, progress is still slow and casualties are heavy, but in reality, the dwarves have completely lost the ability to counterattack, so the front-line command is far less dangerous than before. In fact, it is now time to snatch the fruits of victory and ask for credit, which is why these rats have become so active. ”

Ashrufat smiled and moved on.

At this time, the war had reached its final stage. The nezumi from the Underworld surged out, mixing with the nezumi forces that had attacked from the front of the city, and launched an even more fierce attack. The resistance of the dwarves did not abate in the slightest. At the moment of life and death, the dwarves truly demonstrated their iron discipline, tenacious fighting spirit and sacrificial spirit. Although it is said that the attack of the nezumi is higher and higher, and each time they rely on their numerical superiority to eventually overwhelm the enemy. But the dwarves also fought tenaciously to the last moment.

But those previous magic communications weren't lying. Because the big leaders of the nezumi, that is, the Abyss Lords, sent almost all their belongings at this time. Supervised and magically supported by the fanatical Grey Prophets, the Nezumi forces rolled like a huge ball of iron, slowly but unstoppably over Karak-Grom. The main battlefield is the world of the four major clans. The Beast Trainers drove away their war beasts, the Plague Acolytes wielded the Plague Incense Burner for hand-to-hand combat, the Engineer Warlocks led their weapons squads to provide fire support, and the Black-clad Assassins went around disrupting the dwarven defenses and facilitating the attacks of their compatriots. Countless members of the small and medium-sized clans, under the urging of the Grey Prophet, broke through from various secondary positions and cleared every dwarf that remained in the city.

In the midst of fierce fighting on the front lines, in the corner of Karak-Grom, Prince Hoga watched with sad eyes as his people evacuated from their newly regained homeland, which had yet to fall again. The Grand Forger Narragrim has dug underground passages, which give the dwarves a way out of the city that is about to fall.

"The wounded and women and children come first, others follow!"

The cries of the dwarven warriors kept ringing out, keeping the ranks disciplined. A large proportion of the members of this team are wounded with bandages, and the rest are mainly women and children. Most of the soldiers who maintained order were wounded. After Prince Hoga recaptured Karak-Grom, and especially after defeating the attack of the nezumi and greenskins in one fell swoop, it was for a time considered the best dwarven colony, and many immigrants rushed to move here. But now, once again, they are forced to retreat by foreign force, leaving their majestic and beautiful cities to savage and filthy invaders.

Although Prince Hoga's face remained resolute, the heartfelt sadness still pained the dwarven warriors around him.

Now, the dwarven soldiers on the front line are not fighting for victory, but for protecting their people so that they can be safely evacuated.

"Your Royal Highness. "An officer with a thick bandage on his head ran in front of Prince Hoga. "You have something to do with me?"

"The letter. Prince Hoga felt something out of his bosom. "Take it back and give it to my father. ”

"But the High King...... He's waiting for you to get back. You can ...... then."

"I lived up to his expectations. The prince looked at his subordinates in front of him with gloomy eyes. "I have not been able to complete the great mission of recovering the lost land...... After he did so much for me, I failed to do my part. I can't go back to see him. ”

"It's not your fault, there are too many nezumi. The subordinates looked at the prince with hopeful eyes. "We will be back. Then we will be stronger than we are now, and we will take back our city, just like last time. ”

Prince Hoga shook his head calmly, but firmly. His hand reached forward a little and slipped the letter into the other's hand. "Go back and tell my father, at least I didn't disgrace him. ”

The distant shouts were getting closer, the clash of metal mingling with the shouts of killing. Everyone knew that the rat people were about to attack.

But it didn't matter anymore, all the wounded and non-combatants had already entered the passageway and they would leave safely.

Prince Hoga and his Hammer warriors stood in battle formation at the entrance to the newly dug underground passage. From time to time, some of his bloodied subordinates retreated. Prince Hoga told them all to enter the tunnels and keep up with the retreating brigade. But few of these dwarven warriors refused to leave, so they stood behind the prince and waited for the last moment.

Things seem a little strange, though. The cacophony of shouts and killings slowly subsided, and it seemed as if the rats weren't coming here, but somewhere else.

However, Prince Hoga's doubts did not last long, because with the shouts of the nezumen, a group of nezumi poured in from outside. Perhaps because of the strict formation of the dwarves, the rats did not dare to take the initiative to attack for a while, but maintained a dense formation and confronted the dwarves vigilantly. After a short while, their leader came. It was the tallest nezumi the dwarves had ever seen, and it was covered in fiery red fur that had never been seen before.