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Chapter 104 The Cruelty of War: Leaving No One Alive

Scarface's implication was clear: he wanted to win over Blackrock Town, which possessed the drill tool. If the two sides could reach a secret cooperation, they could extricate themselves from the complicated situation.

After all, as a spy, he knew what would happen in the underground palace, so he had to prepare a way out for Yan Tiecheng.

Otherwise, if their own team gets caught in the crossfire, it will be difficult to continue the covert mission.

He was still thinking about how to take over Iron City and bring it under the command of the Father God.

Perhaps by then, the contribution points I'll have will be enough for me to swim freely in a sea of ​​gold coins.

With this dream in his heart, he naturally spared no effort in winning over external forces.

The straightforward Cyril watched Scarface's actions without stopping him.

He is well aware of his strengths and weaknesses.

In this kind of tug-of-war with a cunning and calculating opponent, it's difficult to even guarantee that you won't be betrayed.

Therefore, whenever such a situation arises, he entrusts it to Scarface, the ancient alchemist, to handle.

He would only be responsible for combat and command, which were areas where he was good at.

Their clear division of labor not only united the soldiers of Iron Rock City, but also prevented other forces from interfering.

While the two were having their secret conversation, representatives from the other two cities arrived at the camp.

"Oh my, were you two handsome guys waiting for us? How thoughtful of you!"

Elaine Eclipse slowly approached, swaying her lithe waist, her gaze fixed aggressively on Scarface and Cyril, and she subconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick the corner of her mouth.

Morton looked slightly embarrassed by this tempting gesture and could only cough to appear calm: "Ahem, yes, we are indeed waiting for you two."

"If you had arrived any later, that idiot Ryan the Executioner would probably have reached the dungeon first."

"What?!" The hot-tempered Fen Kai frowned, pointed at the mine, and roared, "This guy actually ran away? That's outrageous!"

"No, we can't let him get the first prize. I deserve a share of the skeletons in the underground palace."

He waved to the group behind him and quickly walked into the tunnel.

Seeing this, the other representatives also felt it inappropriate to chat there and could only follow the group into the tunnel.

The more than 2000 soldiers disappeared one after another into the dark cave entrance, like a long dragon.

Within the tunnel walls, which were not easily detectable to them, the dwarves listened to obtain information about the allied forces' movements.

When they learned of the human activity, every dwarf dared not make a sound, and simply lay motionless against the wall.

They were terrified of being discovered by the stronger among humans.

Only when the sound of human footsteps gradually faded away, and the dwarves felt safe, did they dare to take out the ley line communication stone and send back information in the lowest possible voice.

"Sir, the humans have made their move."

"According to reports from scouts, the main force of the human alliance has entered the tunnel, leaving only some decoys on the perimeter."

"Alright, I understand." Iron Hand donned his armor, grabbed his weapon, and pulled his hood up. He then gave a direct order to the musketeers who were on high alert: "Listen up, everyone, in the next operation, kill any humans you encounter. Leave no survivors."

"To prevent intelligence leaks that could lead to us being cornered, understand?"

The dwarves who were cleaning their guns thumped their chests, each revealing a ferocious expression.

"No problem, boss."

"With the flintlock muskets we have, none of those humans will escape."

"Yes, this weapon is powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, just like a catapult."

The dwarves appeared very confident, and each of them was in high spirits.

Watching this scene from not far away, Gugu felt a mix of emotions, both complicated and helpless.

She desperately didn't want to see the weapons she invented become accomplices in the slaughter of humanity, but as a slave, she was powerless to stop it.

We can only drift along with the current, searching for that glimmer of hope.

"Hey, you piece of trash, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and catch up with the group, or I'll activate the slave contract."

Standing on high ground, Iron Hand's face was icy. He stared at the thin Gugu in a very unfriendly tone.

This startled Gugu so much that her body trembled uncontrollably, and she quickly put on a docile expression.

"Master, Gugu is coming right now, right now."

"Please don't punish Gugu."

Watching Gugu merge into the dwarf group, Ironhand snorted and jumped off the rock.

More than 400 dwarves formed a forced march and quickly approached the allied camp.

Iron Hand already knew about humanity's excavation plan.

So when the allied forces stopped their carpet search, they quietly led their troops into an ambush in the forest.

The goal was to reach the Allied camp as quickly as possible and remove all the traps inside the tunnel.

Otherwise, by the time they arrive at the underground palace, the battle will probably already be over.

Sasasa...

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the silent forest. Before some soldiers patrolling the forest with torches could notice anything amiss, they felt a sharp pain in their chests.

When they looked down, they saw a curved dagger piercing their chest, from which blood was flowing freely.

"Wh-what?" the soldier tried to shout with his last bit of strength.

But the curved dagger was drawn directly and slashed viciously at his neck.

With a soft thud, the sharp dagger rendered the soldier powerless to resist.

Such a bloody and efficient scene unfolded throughout the entire forest.

The diminutive dwarves transformed into the grim reapers of the night, mercilessly reaping human lives.

These lowly beings didn't even have the chance to use flintlock pistols.

Because in the minds of the dwarves, only those who are level 10 or higher are worthy of taking a bullet.

The weak have no right to it at all.

Their ammunition is very precious and cannot be wasted on a few useless people.

Under this haughty posture, the firelight in the forest gradually disappeared.

The soldiers monitoring outside the Allied camp suddenly noticed the anomaly.

He turned around and shouted behind him, "Something's wrong! Something's happened!"

"Everyone retreat to camp and defend."

No sooner had he spoken than hooded figures emerged from the dark forest.

The dwarf, in his frenzy, threw his dagger, which struck the soldier precisely between the eyebrows.

He died a violent death while looking on in disbelief.

Fortunately, the alarm sounded by the soldiers alerted the more than 100 people remaining in the camp.

They quickly blocked the camp gate with barricades, and those with bows and arrows climbed the wooden wall, preparing to snipe the suddenly appearing dwarves from a distance.

Unfortunately, some dwarven scouts had already been lying in ambush in the camp.

These special units with stealth capabilities are designed to create opportunities for the main force.

They directly assassinated the generals who remained behind.

Caught off guard, the greenhorns lost their leader and became like headless flies.

Seeing this, Iron Hand, who was leading the charge, immediately pulled out his flintlock pistol and blasted the wooden gate of the entire Allied camp with a single shot.

As the debris flew, many human soldiers were impaled by splinters and lay on the ground howling in pain.

"Aaaaaah, my leg's been pierced! Someone, please help me!"

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes are blind."

"Oh no! My carotid artery has been punctured! Where's the gauze? Where's the gauze?"

The wounded soldiers tried to get help from their comrades, but what awaited them were dwarves rushing up at them.

These bearded men, averaging less than 1.5 meters tall, showed no mercy and proceeded to finish off the injured humans.

Such a cruel scene terrified the remaining human soldiers.

In an instant, their morale plummeted.

"Idiot, is this the time to be spacing out?"

"Grab your weapons and retreat into the tunnel to rejoin the main force."

The only surviving squad leader, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, quickly roared at the panicked recruits.

His shout successfully drew the attention of many people.

Under the captain's command, the remaining human soldiers began to retreat towards the main camp.

But they didn't get very far.

Heavy Gunner had already finished loading his flintlock musket. He aimed at the direction the fleeing troops were heading and pulled the trigger. A fist-sized shell was launched in a flash of fire.

It swept across the distance between the two sides at an extremely fast speed and accurately hit the squad leader in charge.

A loud explosion was heard.

The powerful explosion covered an area of ​​3 meters in radius, and the squad leader and some nearby team members were blown to pieces.

Numerous severed limbs and splattered blood were everywhere.

Many people were sprayed in the face, and others were knocked down by shrapnel and were about to die.

They looked at the camp so close at hand, wanting to get there but unable to.

"Hmph! You humans are a bunch of useless trash."

"They're screaming and wailing over a minor injury; do they even deserve to participate in a war?"

Iron Hand, carrying a flintlock pistol, walked into the crowd of survivors, staring disdainfully at a human who was clutching his leg and howling in pain.

He raised one foot amidst the other person's puzzled gaze.

With a snapping sound, the injured man's neck was broken by the iron hand, and his ear-piercing screams came to an abrupt end.

"Hmm, much better this time. I don't like it too noisy."

The white-bearded dwarf picked at his ear, his fierce eyes sweeping over the other humans.

This terrified the people who were screaming, causing them to cover their mouths in horror and dare not make another sound.

They huddled together like quails.

Iron Hand was very satisfied with the human's performance, and he rarely praised him, saying, "Very good, keep it up."

"I will send you to see your own gods right now."

His words terrified the human soldiers even more.

Some people even dropped their weapons and knelt down.

"My lord, I surrender. Please don't kill me. I can give you information."

Iron Hand, who was about to make his move, stopped. He looked at the surrendered soldier in silence for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the man's neck with his large hand.

He shook his head with some regret.

"I dislike traitors, and I have no faith in despicable and cunning humans."

"I'd rather trust the information I gather myself than you."

"So you can rest in peace on your journey."

With a slight squeeze of his rough palm, he crushed the throat of this human traitor.

It completely blocked humanity's last chance for survival.

The desperate people watched as the other dwarves slowly approached, wanting to struggle and resist.

But the dwarves didn't give them a chance at all.

With overwhelming numerical superiority and social hierarchy, the remaining humans were quickly slit in the throat.

Large amounts of blood gushed out like a fountain.

It quickly turned the ground here blood red.