As the big brute lifted his hand and sent himself away with two shots of heavy cannons, the Iron Teeth Tribe perfectly illustrated what it meant for an army to collapse like a falling mountain.

The Mole People who crawled out from the hatch decisively surrendered and immediately ratted out the guy who had encouraged them to ride this thing out to look for trouble.

"Demon, Lord Demon King! We were forced!"

Gabeng's face was full of panic, and then he angrily glared towards the gears not far away, pointing over there and shouting.

"It's all those guys! They're hiding over there enjoying the show! They sent Gabeng over to die!"

"That's right, that's right! We were all forced to come over!"

Guangguang's head bobbing like he was pounding garlic, his stubby body tried to squeeze out from behind Gabeng. But he underestimated the size of his own waist and got stuck in the round hatch with Gabeng squished in front of him.

"Move!"

"You move first!"

"%￥#@!"

Sarah turned her face towards Luo Yan while looking at the two Mole People who had started to scuffle with each other, shook the dagger in her hand, and asked with her eyes if she needed to take action.

Luo Yan shook his head expressionlessly and then turned his gaze towards the gears in the distance, lifting the magic wand in his hand.

Hiding in the tunnel, are you?

What spell should I use?

Before Luo Yan could decide on a spell, the group of Mole People hiding behind the gears lost their nerve and scurried out tumbling over one another.

"Don't! Don't kill me!"

"I-I-I'm innocent!"

"Me too!"

"I surrender!"

"Demon, Lord Demon King, spare my life!"

"Wuwuwu, we were also forced..."

"Lord, I still have a brood of children to raise..."

Annoyed by the chirping noises, Luo Yan impatiently flung an ice spike that landed beside their feet.

"Enough, shut your mouths! Or I'll reduce your numbers."

"Eek!!!"

Seeing the icy floor, a group of Mole People instantly shut their mouths and huddled together in a corner of the wall, looking just like gophers cornered against the wall.

Seeing these little fellows become well-behaved, Luo Yan nodded approvingly and continued to ask.

"Good, now you will answer what I ask... First, how did you know I was the Demon King?"

About a dozen Mole People exchanged glances, urging one another to speak first, but after a long discussion, they couldn't decide on a representative.

Luo Yan coughed impatiently.

The Mole People, startled by the cough, no longer waited their turn and all started speaking at once.

"You, you practice Undead Magic..."

"There's nobody in the whole labyrinth more like the Demon King than you!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"And that evil aura!"

"You're the spitting image of the Demon King! No, the very Demon King himself!"

The bunch of Mole People started to suck up to him, each trying harder than the last, yet completely missing the mark.

Luo Yan watched them bicker impatiently and continued.

"Since you know who I am, why didn't you come out to see me?"

The Mole People trembled all over, squeaking out in high-pitched voices.

"We, we didn't dare..."

"We heard that the Demon King here had already died, which is why we came... If we knew you were still alive... pah! If we knew you were here, we certainly would not have dared to offend your majesty."

Upon hearing some intriguing information, Luo Yan's eyebrows raised slightly.

"You guys? How many more of you are there?"

One of the Mole People swallowed nervously and said with an uncertain voice.

"A thousand... No, maybe ten thousand?!"

Clearly, no one had bothered to count, so much so that they didn't even know how many Mole People were in their own tribe.

Octo and Bond watched these little fellows with expressionless faces, while Sarah's attention was completely drawn by their tails, which were scurrying about everywhere.

Remembering the taste of roasted tails, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Seemingly sensing the malevolent stare, a handful of Mole People cried out with a squeaky noise.

That was the sound of chattering incisors.

Once these folks finally stopped their incessant chattering, Luo Yan looked towards the three Mole People nearest to him, continuing to ask patiently.

"Which one of you is Zhuangzhuang?"

The other two names he didn't remember, but this one stuck because it was easy to remember.

"I, I am..."

A skinny Mole Person timidly crawled out; he was a bit taller than the Little Demon but seemed even more timid than Mi Xi.

Luo Yan stared into those fearful eyes and continued to ask.

"Who is your leader? What's his name, and what's the name of your tribe, and where is it located?"

This caught him off guard, and he babbled for a while before finally getting out a complete sentence.

"Leader? We, we don't have a leader... Right! The council! The Thirteen Teeth Council is the head of the Iron Teeth Tribe!"

The council?

Are they imitating the Dwarves?

Luo Yan seemed to remember reading in a textbook that some Dwarves and goblins in the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range were apparently governed by a council.

Considering these Mole People could well have migrated from the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range and might have even once been slaves to Dwarves or goblins, it was highly likely that this was yet another instance of cosplay behavior.

"So where do you usually hold your meetings?"

Zhuangzhuang spoke nervously.

"Just, right behind this hall... Lord. Including our tribe, everyone is right in the back!"

Luo Yan pointed with his magic wand towards the path ahead.

"Lead the way in front."

"Yes, yes..."

Zhuangzhuang complied with a trembling voice, carefully leading the way. He had only taken a few steps when he nearly tripped over from the noise coming from behind.

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