Chapter 1342 Bardin Gorickson

"Brother Ollie, did you hear the sound?"

The dull and silent tunnel was illuminated by only a few lights. This was the weakest defense area of ​​Karak Dreadnought. After the earthquake destroyed most of the secret escape hatches, the dwarves were surprised to find that countless secret tunnels appeared under the mountain fortress.

Most of the tunnels were destroyed by explosives to prevent the infiltration of ratmen as much as possible, and some difficult-to-handle reinforced tunnels could only be defended by the most determined Ironbreakers.

Karak Dreadnought was not rich. The gold and silver mines had long been exhausted over time. The king could not afford to use an expensive meteorite rune plate armor in an organized manner.

The few Ironbreakers could only use the smallest organizational unit, steel and courage as the city wall, to watch the infinite darkness in the tunnel, because they knew that behind them were the fireplaces, wine barrels and halls left by their ancestors.

The sound of grunting made Bardin Goricson a little nervous. He was a gifted dwarf warrior. He won the favor of a beauty when he was young and became one of the few married people in the dwarf society.

He could have joined the king's guard and become an honorable hammer warrior, but he resolutely joined the ranks of iron-breaking warriors and lived with loneliness and darkness.

The iron dragon cannon was firmly held in Bardin's hand, aiming at the unknown deep hole under his crotch. This was the latest secret entrance he and his brother found, and it was obviously a trace of digging by rats.

"Blow it up?"

"Don't be silly, a few detonators can't blow up such a deep cave."

"Where is the rocket launcher?"

"There are three more."

Bardin was silent, looking at the piles of ratmen and greenskin corpses in front of him, put down the iron dragon cannon, and raised the shield axe instead.

"Without the favor of Morkin, I can kill a thousand ratmen and greenskins with an axe."

"I have twice as many as you, two thousand."

"Then I'll kill three thousand."

A sneaky figure poked his head out of the cave. The style of the helmet he had never seen before, and the stench of rats all over his body made Bardin choose to greet this guy with an axe.

"What? I'm not a ratman."

Acting faster than thinking, this is the result of Bardin's long-term training. The sneaky figure shrank his head and successfully avoided the axe's chop, which made the Iron Breaker very angry. He raised the Iron Dragon Cannon as if he wanted to burn this big ratman into a dough stick.

"Wait, Bardin, he seems to have...pointed ears."

"Have you seen pointed ears?"

Bardin was a little confused. The dwarves in the Gray Mountains actually have less contact with elves. Even if the atmosphere here is more open than the large mountain fortresses in the World Edge Mountains, it is difficult to change the customs of the dwarves.

Most dwarves spend their lives in mines, workshops and mountains. Dwarves who want to venture out into the world are mostly called outcasts.

"I saw him in Altdorf. When he was young, he was busy soliciting business for the clan and selling some junk to the lower class."

The experienced cousin took out the detonator from behind and asked the people in the tunnel below in a loud voice.

"Who are you? How did you find this place?"

"Don't talk nonsense. How did I find the dwarf pile when I was looking for the ratmen? Is this the underground tunnel of Karak Dreadnought?"

The cousin and Bardin looked at each other and saw that it should be the reinforcement team outside.

The worried cousin asked a few questions that the ratmen could not know.

"Who is your pointed-eared monarch? How many kingdoms are there on the island? How many years ago did the oathbreaker die?"

He was full of confidence, but a black shadow passed by.

Elvis raised his sword to the Ironbreaker's shoulder. His helmet was covered with rubble. He had been climbing up all the way and had encountered some rubble attacks from time to time. He thought it was the ratmen deliberately luring him, but he didn't expect to touch the underground tunnel of Karak Dreadnought.

"I'm here to save you. Stop talking nonsense. What's the situation of Karak Dreadnought now?"

He slowly lowered his sword. As Elvis took off his helmet, he revealed an elf face, which also made the dwarf slightly less vigilant.

As long as it wasn't ratmen and greenskins, he could only say a few words and take action according to the situation.

"What else can we do? We are surrounded."

The answer was as expected, which made Elvis look around and soon noticed the ratmen and greenskins corpses piled up in the tunnel.

"It seems that they are still one step faster..."

As Gragrim climbed out of the tunnel and communicated with the two Ironbreakers for a while, the Dreadnought warriors believed that these people were really here to support.

Elvis came to the pile of corpses and squatted down to check the composition of the ratmen. There were many storm rats, clan rats, slave rats, and some plague monks...

"You didn't meet any of the Clan of Eshin."

The words were almost certain, which made his cousin confused for a moment. What is Clan of Eshin?

It's too late... The worst case scenario may be that the Death Master personally assassinates Tullinger.

"Quinnir, Victor, stay where you are. You two and Gragrim, go find Tullinger immediately with me!"

"Is the situation bad?" Gragrim fiddled with the chain axe. He was ready to kill ratmen with his fellow dwarves to help cheer him up.

"Death Master... If the Demon Rat Council pays enough attention to the Dreadnought, Clan of Eshin cannot be absent. Your king is in danger."

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"You must leave. This is the only way to survive!"

Thorgrin used all his strength to tell Tullinger and the longbeards about the impending disaster, but in return, he received only a series of firm eyes like a mountain.

Turinger is very young, with a beard that just reaches his chest. He usually respects the High King very much and supports every decision of Thorgrin as much as possible, but this time, he cannot obey.

"Your Majesty, this is Karak Dreadnought, the most important legacy left to us by our ancestors. Every brick, every porch, and every statue are the hard work and will of the Dreadnought dwarves.

We can die, but we can never leave, even if we sink into the abyss with the mountain fort."

"Think of the Angrand clan and the bottomless stone steps. As long as the clan exists, the mountain fort will exist!"

"But your notice indicates that Karak Dreadnought is about to sink. This is different from the Eight Peaks and the bottomless stone steps. Even if I flee with my people and return here a hundred years later, , building a huge mountain fortress.

But can this mountain fortress still be called Karak Dreadnought? "

The dwarf king who was unwilling to change made Thorgrin grit his teeth. This stubbornness and stubbornness constituted the strength of the dwarves, and perhaps it will also become an epitaph...

"Is this the responsibility of a king to his people? I would rather die with a grave than listen to the inner thoughts of those who want to live."

The sudden voice made both sides look sideways, and they saw an elf walking with his chest folded, looking at all the dwarves present with disdain.

"Imrik...you shouldn't be here."

"If I don't show up, all of you will die..." (End of this chapter)