"Go check, check where the explosion came from! Why does it feel like it's underground? Could it be that Beard Toy has developed a very, very powerful artillery shell?"
Ict-Claw stood in front of a device the size of two rats lying flat on their backs and called to his assistant, while constantly loading refined dimensional stone coins into the device's power supply components.
"Snapped!"
"Holy Horned Rat God, my newly updated lens, how come the astigmatism is so powerful!"
Looking at the strange detection results on the screen, Ickert couldn't help but slap the right half of his face covered by the exoskeleton.
"This? Why are these still two, two balls of energy? The size is good, but it doesn't seem to be too big. Is there something wrong with the interpupillary distance? No, no! This big one is very close to me! It's still getting closer.
The closer!"
"Report! Director, water! Water! Water!"
"Water? Where did the water come from?"
"I don't know! Maybe it's from the lake above?"
"Trash! Stupid pig! Give me a notice, notice...forget it, you still need to notify me! Retreat! Hurry!"
The technical director of the Skry clan, the extremely long life among rats has given it a wealth of knowledge and experience. When it came to its senses, it realized what the larger energy group might mean -
According to legend, that guy had the whitest beard among beards from ancient times to the present. The reason why it is a legend is, of course, because every rat who dared to face him did not live to tell the truth.
"Evacuate? Then, what equipment?"
"Five, no, three minutes! If you can take it with you, take it with you, otherwise, it will explode! Use, use dimensional lightning! Take out the strength to grab the milk, if you waste more, you will detonate the nonsense!"
Ictor paced anxiously while staring at the movement of the ball of light. Although the demigod was strong, he was not invincible. A large group of storm rats entangled him, and he could still suppress it with a large number of dimensional guns and fire, but now the Moss clan's position was at a loss.
Chaos, it doesn't want to risk going into this muddy water.
"Boss, big, something bad is going to happen! The beard thing detonated many aquifers! Water from the Silver Abyss poured in!"
"How could it be? Snorri, it must be Snorri! A normal beard cannot do such a thing! Are there disaster-stricken areas? What are they? Mark them on the map for me!"
"Report! The war animal pen has been washed away! The whereabouts of Mr. Slott, the Unknotted One, are unknown!"
"Report! No. 2 Grain, the granary is flooded!"
"Report..."
"No! Quick, move quickly! They will definitely have a back-up plan!"
The messengers entered the headquarters with one piece of bad news after another. Boss Gnoldor had no time to deal with them one by one, but he realized the crisis when he saw the rats' heads moving.
The successive leaders of the Moss clan have formulated a set of strategies to confuse the public and hide the location of their headquarters. However, the special situation of flooding caused a considerable proportion of the rats in charge to come directly to report in desperation, which would expose its location.
"Transfer? Evil beast, have you asked me about my axe? The hatred of the evil thieves who stole Bafeng Mountain will be settled today!"
Before he finished speaking, the secret door embedded with the dimensional stone talisman was slashed open, and an extremely oppressive figure strode forward on the rising smoke.
He wears a piece of armor of different colors, with a purple cloak behind him that moves automatically without wind. He holds a battle ax with flowing runes across his hands, and his snow-white beard and hair are flowing out from under the battle helmet.
In the battle for more than a month before, the dwarves had locked down several possible headquarters locations, and through the chaos caused by explosions and water penetration, they fought straight to the heart of the Moss clan.
"Both you and your followers will all die! This is my oath, and my relatives will personally witness it! Sons of the mountains, follow me to kill the enemy!"
The white dwarf's majestic roar stirred up echoes in the hall. Behind him was an elite commando team composed of butchers and iron-breaking troops. Fighting beside the most legendary hero made every dwarf have a high morale.
"What are you doing standing still? Get on, get on! Hold them back!"
At the urging of Genodore, a large group of Storm Rats wearing scarlet heavy armor and holding sharp halberds came forward. This group of warlord guards are the strongest guys in the entire Moss clan. They have been tempered and proven repeatedly.
This status is achieved only through one's ability and loyalty.
"snort!"
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The white dwarf's eyes were like two steel awls fixed on the gray rat body of the big man, and the divine ax in his palm was flying left and right, as if he was in a rat-free land. It looked like he was strolling in the courtyard, but in fact it was a deadly attack.
"Boom!"
Gnom-Skullcrusher waved his arms, and the Iron-Smashing Warriors threw the detonators uniformly. The explosion in the relatively small space caused heavy damage to the shooters who were trying to assemble the warpstone firearms instantly.
The brief hesitation caused Gnoldor to lose its best chance of escape - in addition to having expectations for its personal guards, it also knew that running away in this situation meant that the Moss clan would no longer be able to organize an effective defense system.
"Chuan, Chuan Quiluo, we have to find it, find it!"
"Whoosh! Click!"
Seeing the defense line being cut through as quickly as wheat, the old rat pressed the mechanism on the armrest to move the seat and open the secret passage, but a chain ax flew out and blocked the half-open gap.
"Well done! Boys of the Dragon Beard Clan, their end has come!"
After hearing the explosion from the underground, the informed generals on the frontal battlefield were refreshed. At the same time, the momentum of the Xie Yue tribe's counterattack began to gradually weaken.
The appearance of the furry colossus certainly drove the greenskins into madness, but no matter how crazy they were, it was too difficult to defeat the dwarf army with a large number of artillery support by relying on night goblins who were good at stabbing in the dark as the main force.
"Send my order and attack with the whole army!"
Snorri keenly noticed this and issued the order for a general offensive. The scale of the underground assault force was limited, and it would be difficult to expand the results without reinforcements from the main force.
"Duang! Duang!"
Belegar-Iron Hammer was at the forefront of the battle line. He was covered in blood but in high spirits. He stood on the Oath Stone and struggled to knock the shield of resistance with his ancestral holy hammer. The sound of the two treasures colliding could still attract people on the extremely noisy battlefield.
Most people pay attention.
"The lost tomb of the Undergrand clan is already in sight! Can we just let these green-skinned bastards go and let them take away the ancestral treasures and continue to do evil? No, never! Revenge has begun! Hatred must be settled!"
"Forward! Forward! The great Grim Brindel has succeeded, how can we fall behind!"
Snorri held the Great Book of Hatred in one hand and pointed the hammer straight ahead with the other. The wild divine power lingering on the Gomao Colossus had been wiped out a lot, and scraps began to disintegrate from the rough body. It was time to move away.
Time for stumbling blocks.
"Squeak, ah, ah, ah! What the hell is this? What went wrong? No, no! It's not a mistake! There must be someone plotting against me, Chuan Queluo!"