Steel torrents pioneering a different world

Chapter 144 The Death of the Dog Vanguard! The High Mountain Kingdom! (Bonus chapter today, please vote!)
In another world, leading to the far north, about 270 kilometers from the pioneer team's base camp.

On the edge of the ancient giant battlefield, in a depression shaped like the bottom of a pot, in a sheltered place, all is silent except for the howling wind and snow.

Zhao Chong and many other soldiers from the capture team lay prone in the hollowed-out pit, deliberately slowing their breathing as the cold seeped into their bones through the gaps in their combat uniforms.

Looking at the massive herd of animals slowly moving on the distant horizon, Bian Huan lowered his voice and whispered in Zhao Chong's ear, "Captain, we're almost there. Aren't we going to catch a few more? Look at those few, their tusks are so thick and long. If we bring them back, those bastards in logistics will be green with envy."

"Envious to death?" Zhao Chong didn't even look up, his eyes fixed on the numbers on the rangefinder. "Bring back so many old elephants to raise as your ancestors? These old guys might just fall asleep one day and be gone. Raising them every day means losing resources every day."

They weren't high-value targets; they were just collecting samples along the way during road construction.

Bian Huan shrank back and muttered under her breath, "I was just thinking of getting more research samples..."

“There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. These elephants are too big to handle.” Zhao Chong’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable force. “Attention all groups, the enemy is about to enter the ambush zone. Proceed with the plan to capture the last two.”

Bian Huan shut up and buried his head, thinking to himself that he should have gone mining instead of coming here to watch the fun during his shift break.

Upon hearing Zhao Chong's order, the other soldiers also began to prepare.

The herd of mammoths, nearly five meters tall, finally entered the ambush zone, their heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble slightly.

These creatures, averaging over 5 meters tall, have an estimated weight of at least 17 tons, with the heaviest reaching over 20 tons.

An extremely experienced male elephant, but with loose skin and clearly not long to live, walked at the front. It sniffed the ground with its long trunk, and its large, fan-like ears flapped alertly.

It carefully walked across the camouflaged road surface, and only after confirming that it was safe did it turn around and let out a low moo.

The herd of elephants behind received the signal and then began to move forward, following one after another.

Just as the last two old elephants stepped into the trap area, Zhao Chong suddenly waved his hand.

"Do it!"

The soldiers lying in ambush at the front line pressed the trap switch without hesitation.

puff!
The specific latch switch was unlocked instantly, and then the disguised flat ground quickly collapsed downwards, forming a huge pit that was more than ten meters long and more than six meters deep!

Immediately afterwards, the alloy fences on both sides of the pit shot into the sky with a screeching sound, and closed with a "bang" in mid-air, forming an indestructible cage.

The six-meter-deep pit, coupled with the alloy fence, effectively trapped the two old elephants.

The two old elephants that fell in let out terrified cries, their massive bodies thrashing about at the bottom of the pit, only to produce futile roars and echoes.

The herd of elephants at the front was startled by this sudden turn of events and stopped in their tracks. They turned sharply to look at the spot where their companions had disappeared and let out a deafening moo. The sound was filled with anxiety and anger; they tried to rush back, but the cold alloy fence blocked everything.

They didn't leave; they just stayed around the trap, futilely stretching their long trunks into the pit or striking it with their tusks in an attempt to save their companions.

The low, mournful cries continued throughout the night.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day and the sunlight dispelled the darkness that the group of elderly mammoths, led by their leader, took one last look at the deep pit before continuing their heavy journey into the desolate far north.

“They are highly social and emotional,” said a biologist accompanying the team, watching the elephant herd disappear into the distance, his tone complex.

Zhao Chong handed him a cigarette: "Could you meet Professor Deng's definition of intelligent life and conduct the corresponding experiments?"

“I estimate it’s far from accurate. The intelligent beings Professor Deng needs are similar to female elves and humans.” The scientist shook his head, took the cigarette but didn’t light it. “However, this collective act of going to one’s death is itself extremely valuable for research. Their behavior and body parts may allow us to understand more about them.”

He looked at the two mammoths that had fallen silent in the deep pit.

"The most urgent task is to keep these two old guys who are determined to die alive. Will our arrival provoke an attack from them?"

Zhao Chong frowned deeply: "Give them food first. If that doesn't work, proceed with Plan B: inject sedatives, then force-feed them with high-energy nutrient solution. Keep them alive for now!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Chong looked again in the direction where the elephant herd had disappeared, a white world covered in ice and snow. He took out a piece of unwrapped chewing gum from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

When elephants migrate, they enter "elephant graveyards" to die.

However, after investigation by scientists, it was confirmed that it was just a cruel natural phenomenon caused by old and weak elephants dying in large numbers near the water source due to exhaustion.

But the mammoths here are different.

They clearly still had the strength to travel hundreds or even thousands of kilometers, yet they resolutely headed towards a forbidden zone of life, ultimately being swallowed up by ice, snow, and bitter cold.

This was not a natural death at all, but a tragic collective suicide that lasted for countless years.

Zhao Chong's gaze deepened.

What lies hidden deep within that far northern ice field?
What is it that makes these ancient beings sacrifice the continuation of their entire race to rush headlong into a grand death?

This world holds too many secrets, and these outsiders have only been here for a very short time.

No one could explain it to him.

The next day, a few kilometers away.

The rotors of a heavy helicopter whipped up the cold wind and snow as it slowly landed on the makeshift helipad.

When the hatch opened, the soldiers unloaded not sophisticated detection instruments, but a huge alloy cage.

Inside the cage, a Tibetan Mastiff nearly a meter tall was pacing restlessly, growling softly and glaring fiercely.

"So all you did was bring over a dog? Are you going to have the dog explore that dangerous ruin right away?" A soldier frowned and asked the person getting off the plane.

Sun Dezhu, who was wiping his rifle, didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this: "Don't underestimate this Tibetan Mastiff. This beast bit three people at the rear base. It's very wild. It's good to make use of this trash."

The soldier raised an eyebrow: "So it's just a mad dog. That's fine then."

Since they are beasts that have hurt people, there's no question of any companionship between them.

The Tibetan Mastiff's owner was a soldier. His skin was dark from long-term sun exposure, his lips were chapped, and he appeared taciturn.

At this moment, he was calming the Tibetan mastiff and putting detection equipment on it.

A specially designed tactical vest was put on, which was equipped with a high-definition camera, a vital signs monitor, and a fiber optic transceiver.

With everything prepared, the man squatted down and hugged the Tibetan Mastiff's neck one last time, whispering a few words in his native dialect that no outsider could understand.

Then, he stood up, took two steps back, raised his hand, and pointed to the vast, white, unknown area.

"go with!"

The order was swift and decisive.

The Tibetan Mastiff glanced back at its owner, then let out a loud bark, and with all its might, it charged out like a black lightning bolt.

Behind it, a specially modified unmanned all-terrain vehicle quickly followed, with a winch on its roof releasing thin but tough fiber optic cables at a steady speed to ensure stable signal transmission.

Inside the command vehicle, several screens were lit up.

The main screen shows the Tibetan Mastiff's first-person perspective, with the camera shaking violently as it runs, surrounded by a monotonous white snowfield.

"The target has entered Zone 1. Everything is normal at present."

"Vitality signs are stable, heart rate is 120, normal running data."

The Tibetan Mastiff ran very fast, but gradually it slowed down and began to walk and stop, sniffing around in the snow.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Chong's voice came through the communication channel. He was staring at the screen with a slight frown.

"It seems a little scared," the Tibetan Mastiff's owner said in a low voice, staring at the monitor.

Sure enough, the car speakers emitted the deep whimpering of a Tibetan mastiff, a sound that animals make when they are extremely frightened.

"Keep moving forward." Zhao Chong's order was devoid of any emotion.

"Forward! Quickly!" The owner could only issue cold commands to his dog companion, who had once harmed his fellow dogs, through the megaphone on his vest.

The Tibetan Mastiff hesitated, but with its owner urging it repeatedly, it let out a mournful whimper and then obeyed the command, moving forward step by step.

suddenly!

The image on the main screen suddenly twisted, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and instantly turned into a blinding snowflake.

Shila-

"Signal interrupted!"

"Video signal lost!"

"The fiber optic loop has been severed! It's a physical break!" The technician frowned. "Just a moment ago, something severed it!"

Everyone stared intently at the screen, but there was nothing on it except for the red words "signal lost".

The snowfield returned to its deathly silence, as if the long-haired black Tibetan mastiff had never appeared.

"Continue with the follow-up plan," Zhao Chong's voice broke the silence.

Soon, the detector on the all-terrain vehicle scanned the surroundings and, after confirming that there was no sign of the Tibetan Mastiff, a small tracked robot detached and buzzed towards the direction where the Tibetan Mastiff had disappeared.

"The probe robot has approached the target area..."

The robot's robotic arm extends out and carefully touches the space in front of it.

On the screen, everything appears normal.

However, the moment the robot crossed that invisible boundary, a terrifying scene unfolded.

"Squeak-"

A sickening metallic creak came from the speaker, the screen spun around, and finally the image froze on a robotic arm that had been crushed into a disc.

The signal was then interrupted again.

"Damn it!" A young technician couldn't help but curse as he looked at the list of scrapped equipment. "And it's a pressure field!"

"This godforsaken place can probably distinguish between living and non-living things! It can directly erase, teleport, or transfer living beings, and it can physically crush mechanical objects!"

"It's exactly the same as certain areas and forbidden zones in the novel!"

Zhao Chong stepped off the command vehicle, lit another cigarette, and then looked at the snowfield where the Tibetan mastiffs and robots had disappeared one after another.

Zhao Chong exhaled a smoke ring, which quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

"That's pretty much what Jinhe said. Scientists will have a headache from now on."

Gah!
Hearing the familiar sound and seeing the crows appear overhead once again, Zhao Chong narrowed his eyes and then drew his gun.

The crow flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.

"Pah, you're lucky you ran fast!"

Zhao Chong thought for a moment, then took out a military walkie-talkie terminal and requested some devices from his superiors to kill and scare away birds.

They didn't want their layout to be discovered by the birds, thus revealing crucial clues about their camp.
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The command center in the modern world.

Li Weiguo added boiling water to the strong black tea, which had been brewed for the fifth time. The tea leaves had long since lost their flavor; he just needed this action to clear his rapidly working brain.

He rubbed his throbbing temples before turning his gaze back to the series of encrypted files in front of him.

The first thing that catches the eye is a series of inspiring progress reports.

The energy center, built using geothermal resources, has been officially connected to the grid, and electric lights illuminate every corner of the alien base. The first phase of the energy crisis that had plagued the development of the troops has finally come to an end.

With abundant energy, the reclamation team's construction work immediately sped up, entering a mini-boom mode.

Various mineral refining production lines, transported in batches from the modern world, have been installed and tested. Engineering vehicles are now transporting the ores, rich in rare minerals, into the furnaces built in the other world for the most basic smelting.

Forget about refining rare earth elements by category for now; the simplest metal smelting is an option, though.

After the initial smelting of the metal, some of the metal containing precious minerals can be transported back for more refined smelting.

Basic steel was used in construction in another world, and precious non-ferrous metals were brought back.

This method can significantly reduce the increasingly frequent and frantic transport of supplies, and decrease the risk of being detected.

The expeditionary force in the other world numbered only 2, but the number of personnel providing logistical support was several times greater.

The pressure to keep it a secret is immense!

After the metal smelting system was completed, the most basic military industrial system is being steadily established and expanded according to priorities.

A small-caliber ammunition production line employs a small-scale, high-efficiency process, with a daily output of only 10,000 rounds.

A basic artillery shell production line can produce one hundred shells per day.

Although the output is still pitiful, it has temporarily solved the predicament of going from nothing to something.

"We still need to speed things up. This low ammunition production rate is severely insufficient for the pioneering team's firepower; it's not even enough to make a sound in a major battle."

Li Weiguo muttered to himself.

Currently, most raw materials still need to be transported from the modern world, which remains a huge hidden danger.

Putting aside the disappearance of the time portal, if the interdimensional passage were exposed, the Zhurihe base would become the target of everyone's attacks, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

We must establish an independent and fully-fledged production cycle as soon as possible.

According to the engineering department's estimates, it will take at most fifty days for the copper and iron ore production lines in the other world to be fully operational.

Once the raw material issue is resolved, daily bullet production will surge to 200,000 rounds, and monthly production is estimated to reach 6 million rounds.

The number of various types of shells can reach several thousand.

Only when various heavy artillery and rocket artillery systems are in place can the pioneering troops truly stand tall and have the confidence to act freely.

"In two months, at most two months, the troops will be able to achieve complete freedom of firepower."

Li Weiguo felt much better after reading the report.

Military industry is the fist, but logistics is the foundation. Large-scale hydroponics greenhouses have been erected, and the lush green vegetables are growing well.

The research team is also making good progress in searching for suitable grain substitutes in the vast lands of this other world.

The supply of fish and seafood has been resolved, but the absolute security of staple food supplies will take time to achieve.

Self-sufficiency is a traditional skill ingrained in the PLA.

Now that the three pillars of energy, military, and food have been initially established, the next step... is to indulge in waaagh!
Li Weiguo picked up his teacup, in a good mood, until he opened the next battlefield report marked "Supreme Urgency".

The report was short and full of dry technical jargon.

"Target Black Whirlwind, life signal disappeared instantly at 12:04:17!"

"Plan B is activated. The probe robot was subjected to extremely high-intensity physical compression at 12:09:23, and the signal was interrupted. It was determined to be damaged."

"...The target area contains an unknown territory with a diameter of over 80 kilometers. It can distinguish between living and non-living entities and employs different annihilation methods. For living entities, it will either erase them or teleport them away. For mechanical entities, it will physically crush them."

"The on-site commander, Zhao Chong, initially determined that it highly matches the description of the 'land of cursed frost giants' as given by the Jinhe tribe..."

The report also includes an exploration map showing a drone flying around the site.

The photo was taken from the air and did not go deep into the inland areas. The seemingly ordinary area contains unexplored risks.

The smile on Li Weiguo's face gradually froze.

The slight sense of accomplishment that had just arisen from the successful construction of the base was instantly doused with a bucket of ice water.

He put down his teacup, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table, making a dull "tap-tap" sound.

A moment later, he picked up the internal communicator and connected to a number.

"Xiao Zhong, what has Number One been up to lately?"

Zhong Mengyao's clear voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with a helpless smile.

"What else can he do? Most of the time he's leading his group of tech geeks to make silly animations."

"Have the personnel been assigned?"

"Well... that's a bit difficult! You have no idea how bizarre his hiring criteria are. Technical skills are the most important, hair volume is the second, gender is not a factor, and looks are completely irrelevant? I feel like in another two months, his studio will have to be renamed 'Bright Summit Animation Studio.'"

Li Weiguo's lips twitched at the description, but he quickly became serious again: "Didn't they mention recruiting pretty staff?"

"There's nothing we can do. I heard him say that we need to maintain the company's yang energy recently!"

Li Weiguo: "..."

“Since he treats this as a career and is so dedicated to it, keep an eye on it! If any of the subsequent stories involve ancient ruins, ancient civilizations, or aliens, report his handling methods and ideas to me immediately.”

"Understood," Zhong Mengyao replied readily. "Do we need to intervene and give him some inspiration?"

“We can’t do it that way!” Li Weiguo objected. “What we need is his most original, undisturbed story, which may be closer to the truth than all the deductions of our experts.”

A sense of boundaries is a good thing; everyone needs a certain level of boundaries.

"Okay, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Li Weiguo picked up the cup of tea, which had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hopefully it's just a dead ruin."

He looked at the report, his gaze deep.

Ideally, they should have died long ago, leaving not even ashes behind.

Of course, it could also be an extinct, lost civilization from another world that left behind detailed historical records.

For humanity, this is the best civilization.

When humans venture into other worlds to cultivate land, the biggest headache is encountering the native inhabitants and then clashing with them, especially in the case of ancient civilization ruins.

They dug up the small ones, and then the old ones came out...

If this kind of plot from a novel were to actually happen, it wouldn't be funny at all.

Because the variables mean that the soldiers may have to pay the price with their lives!
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Another world!
Heading south from the boundary of the green land, after crossing a forest stretching for more than two hundred kilometers, the terrain rises abruptly.

Beyond the dense forest, various strange, earth-like mountain ranges rise up, seemingly endless, stretching all the way south, enough to leave the northern cold behind.

A few days ago, Jinshan led the last members of the Ice River tribe to this place, trying to find the prophesied place of the tribe's rebirth, but only added a new batch of skeletons to this frozen land.

The warning from the communication magic device on the waist of the centurion, a cave-dwelling half-man, who had been hunted down, caused them to stop their patrol and begin returning to their assembly point.

The cave-dwelling half-humans were also called dwarfs by people in the south.

They are an ethnic group with a history longer than many other races.

They were once the masters of this world, and legend has it that in ancient times, they were attacked by countless tribes.

The shameless, despicable, and utterly wicked allied forces launched a sneak attack on them.

After their defeat, they lost countless fertile lands and could only retreat to the underground mountains, barely surviving by relying on the remaining steel manufacturing technology.

Over the years, wars have been frequent, and the number of cave-dwelling half-human tribes that considered themselves noble has dwindled.

On this continent, only in the Wolf Forest Mountains of the northern border of the Green Lands, and further south in the Bright Moon Mountains, do a very small number of cave-dwelling half-human tribes still manage to survive.

The high-mountain kingdom, nestled in the Frosty Forest Mountains, is the largest and last remaining civilization of cave-dwelling semi-humans to retain its complete organizational structure.

Countless years ago, the High Mountain Kingdom was merely a branch of a primitive tribe. They had no right to participate in the great holy war because they were too backward and thus avoided the risk of their civilization being destroyed by multiple races.

Countless years have passed, and they have become a benchmark of civilization for cave-dwelling half-humans.

The rise and fall of civilizations is truly lamentable.

Bellergas Hammer, carrying his heavy three-eyed musket with an axe, spurred his Gru goat beast across the vertical cliff as if it were flat ground.

With a powerful leap, the Gru goat leaped across a bottomless crevice and landed steadily on the assembly platform, kicking up a cloud of rubble.

Bellegas flipped and jumped off the Gru sheep beast with a steady and powerful movement.

"You're late, Bellergas."

A loud voice came from the dark cave.

The speaker was another cave-dwelling half-human.

His beard was braided into two thick braids, covered with various metal rings, and he wore a cow-horned helmet and fine armor similar to that of Song Dynasty infantrymen.

The armor emitted a smoky, inky color, making it almost indistinguishable in the darkness.

Even when exposed to sunlight, it emits a grayish-brown hue that blends almost seamlessly with its surroundings.

"Haha, Galle, I killed a few stupid human bastards on the way, which delayed me a bit."

Bellergas grinned and casually tossed over a plain, unadorned scepter.

The scepter was originally the token of the Ice River tribe chief, which had been discarded but was retrieved by them.

Galle caught the scepter, weighed it in his hand, and whistled: "A rough steel artifact with broken runes, at least that proves you were in battle!"

“Let’s go. Those rabble-canners in the south are getting restless again. The scouts say they’ve already crossed the Wall of Despair.”

"How many have come?" Bellergas grabbed back his three-barreled musket with an axe, rubbing the cold barrel with his rough hands. "My precious musket has been itching to taste canned meat for ages!"

"Haha, I don't know yet, I only know there should be quite a few." Galle Ironhammer waved his hand. "Let's rest first, and then wait for His Majesty the King's orders. Bellegas, you are the kingdom's elite, you'll probably be the vanguard again this time."

"Hahaha... My magical artifacts have long been thirsting for their blood!" Bellegas laughed loudly, then changed the subject, lowering his voice, "By the way, Galle! Summer Sea rum with the warriors. We just had a fight, and the stock was gone."

"Enough."

The two walked side by side across the heavily guarded hillside and entered the huge and deep cave inside the mountain.

The scene in front of me suddenly became clear.

The entire mountain was hollowed out, forming a huge cave that defies description.

Several main stone caves, cast from steel alloy, lead directly into the heart of the High Mountain Kingdom.

In this cave, countless passages, like a spider web, are crisscrossing the rock walls, leading to unknown depths.

The cave ceiling and rock walls are inlaid with various strange stones, which emit a soft, dim light, shrouding this underground world in darkness.

This light made the cave-dwelling half-humans feel incredibly comfortable, but to humans accustomed to sunlight on the surface, it was no different from complete darkness.

There was once a stubborn human canned food, relying on its thick armor and cooperating with an evil magician, who invaded their royal city.

The results of it?
Before they even saw the king, they were killed by darkness and the ever-present traps.

In this dark and sunless underground, the cave-dwelling half-humans are the absolute rulers.

Bellergas followed his bearded companion, crouching down as he squeezed into a narrow passage that was only a little over a meter high and full of traps.

"Damn it, we'll definitely turn this place into a steel corridor someday, so we can walk side by side!" Bellegas couldn't help but curse.

The height of over one meter was designed for the physique of a cave dweller, so if a human canned animal were to enter, it would be too weak to stand and would have to crawl, only to be stabbed to death by the spears around it.

The group changed positions, then rode a strange iron slide, and continued through it...

At the end of the passage, a wave of heat, a mixture of scorching steel and the stench of excrement, hit us.

A huge steel forging workshop, filled with a magical atmosphere, appeared before the two of them.

More than a dozen mammoths, their hair shaved and tusks cut off, were dragging a huge winch with heavy steps.

Their muscles were bulging, and with each exertion, the thick ropes connected to the giant blowers were stretched taut, groaning under the strain.

"Roar!"

At the foreman's command, a huge steel crucible was slowly hoisted up, tilted and pouring out a waterfall of molten iron, instantly illuminating the faces around them, distorted by the intense heat.

The pungent smell of rust, the stench of mammoth dung, and the sweat of the tribesmen mingled together, scattering wildly across the ground as the blowers blew them around.

Bellegas took a deep breath of that familiar flavor, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in his chest.

This is the taste of the mountain kingdom, the taste of power, the taste of steel and passion.

His gaze swept across the workshop, finally settling on the mountain of weapons piled up in the corner.

"Why are there still so many miscellaneous goods left?" Bellergas frowned. "Have the slave owners slowed down their purchasing speed?"

"Who knows!"

The bearded Gallo curled his lip, took out a wine flask from his cabinet, and handed it over.

"Perhaps the battle on the Summer Sea is over. In recent years, our king's relationship with those slave owners who came from across the sea has been getting worse and worse."

"If you ask me, those canned goods from the south suddenly going crazy and crossing the Great Wall are probably also related to these bastards."

"Hmph!" Bellegas took the rum pouch, gulped down a large mouthful, and let the spicy liquid slide down his throat, making him burp with satisfaction. "A bunch of spineless bastards who have long since knelt before foreign evil gods, what else can they do besides stab each other in the back and betray their promises?"

"If it were only our High Mountain Kingdom with its strong and well-equipped army, even if they sent an army of demonic dragons to attack us, I could make sure they never returned!"

Gallen, with his big beard, grinned and said, "Well said!"

"One day, we will take back everything that is rightfully ours!" Bellegas raised his wine flask high, surveying the bustling workshop, his voice tinged with a hint of intoxication and boundless longing, "To restore the glory of our people!"

"For the great Granni, for the great Grimnir, for King Ironhammer! For the Highland Kingdom!"

"……Dry!"

The two men clinked their wine flasks together and then drank the wine heartily!

They then pointed at each other's beards and burst into laughter.

Just then, a deep and long horn sound pierced through the noise of the forging workshop and echoed within the huge mountain.

This is neither a call to attack nor a call to war.

Gallen's smile froze on his face instantly.

The laziness on Bellergas's face vanished instantly.

“It’s the King’s summons,” the bearded Galle said in a low voice. “It’s time for battle, old buddy!”

Bellergas tossed the wine flask back, grabbed his three-barreled musket with an axe, and ran his rough hands over the cold barrel: "I'm looking forward to it!"

He patted his friend on the shoulder and then left.

He had just passed through a mountain tunnel when he saw the centurion: "Belegas, take weapons and supplies and move out immediately. Your unit will be the vanguard this time!"

"Should we operate during the day?"

"The sentries at the front say the enemy is moving very fast and small groups have infiltrated. We must wipe out those human bastard canned minions who dare to invade the kingdom!"

Bellergas Ironhammer sighed: "Please assign detailed instructions. Let my weapon crush the head of that bastard can!"

Bellergas Hammer hates daytime.

During the day, griffins, dragons, and flying serpent legions, all made from human hybrid canned goods, scout and launch attacks in the sky.

The most despicable are those disgusting long-eared people who have fought him for countless years, never giving up, which will get them into unnecessary trouble.

But the king's orders are absolute.

The noble dwarf tribe takes it upon itself to uphold the honor of the kingdom and the king.

(End of this chapter)