Due to the uncertainty about this new Demon King, the remnants of Reggie Dragon's forces were also hesitating about their next move.

He knew very well the nature of those demons; although they entertained the idea of ruling a territory, they dared not truly betray the Demon God, all of them fence-sitters and opportunists.

If he showed any signs of weakness and the Demon King showed a willingness to negotiate, those demons, being of the same kind, would mercilessly betray him, a foreign ogre, and push all the trouble onto his shoulders!

Kassen Skullcrusher knew very well that he had no choice.

Either he had to defeat this Demon King and become the fifth Demon General of Thunder County, or give up everything and roll out of this dungeon!

The war had already started!

As Kassen pondered his strategy, suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance of the camp, and a goblin hurriedly ran inside.

Kassen recognized that timid and feeble ugly face.

This goblin was the one he had sent to trade coal and clay golems with the Rock Soul Tribe for metals and diamonds.

Seeing him empty-handed and panic-stricken, Kassen guessed what had happened, and his face darkened instantly.

Looking at the king seated on the Bone Throne, the goblin trembled all over, fearing that he would be blamed and stutteringly tried to explain.

"Your Majesty, esteemed Kassen, the Demon King suddenly attacked our allies on the third floor, the Rock Soul Tribe has fallen... It all happened so suddenly, our trade caravan had just arrived there, right when the Demon King's minions appeared... Only, only I was lucky enough to escape with my life..."

Not wanting to see that craven face begging for mercy, Kassen impatiently signaled to an ogre guard standing by.

The latter strode forward, grabbed the goblin by the neck, and like picking up a chick, lifted the squealing and begging creature from the ground and tossed him into a nearby cauldron of oil.

"Ah—!"

Sizzle—!

The sound of boiling oil instantly engulfed the poor creature's screams, and in moments, it was fried to a crisp golden brown.

The surrounding goblins dancing their war dances and a crowd of ogres either sneered, mocked, or clapped their approval.

Shaking his corpulent belly, the bulky Kassen rose from the Bone Throne.

He was like a giant among ogres, a dwarf among giants, with legs as thick as pillars reaching to the sky, hands as large as fans, fingers so thick they seemed rigid, and skin wrinkled like a dried riverbed.

With a simple stretch of his rough and wide hands, he effortlessly picked up the two hundred-kilogram meteorite iron swords connected by chains.

The rusty chains coiled around his barrel waist, clinking and clanking, accompanied by the shouts of the ogres and the beat of human-skin drums.

"Warriors of the Crush Skull Tribe!"

He bellowed, his large jowls shaking with each thunderous cry.

"Just now, our ally, the Soul of Rock and Earth Tribe, has fallen into the clutches of the wicked Demon King."

"This freeloader who has not shed a drop of blood for this dungeon, now wants to snatch from us the land bestowed upon us by Reggie Dragon! They have not only refused to fight our enemies but have also colluded with those filthy human creatures!"

"It's not just a disgrace to the dungeon, it's a disgrace to Hell!! Our disgrace!!!"

"Tell me! What should we do?!"

The deafening roar echoed across the desolate wilderness, carrying a huge killing intent that swept through the entire camp like a hurricane.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

From the ogre crowd to the small goblin followers—

Everyone raised their weapons, shouting wildly, eager to march to the Demon King's territory right then.

Watching the flags flutter in the roar, Kassen, with bloodshot eyes, laughed loudly and suddenly raised the chain-hung meteorite iron swords in his hands.

"Kill—!"

The shout intimidated the crowd of demons.

Since there was to be a war,

let it be a fierce one!

...

The earth-shattering battle cries scared away the wilderness beasts but also attracted a group of "Dragon Roaming the World" players who were grinding monsters.

Days earlier, Dragon Roaming Wanli had found a secret passage to the dungeon's fifth floor, and they had been using the area as their grinding spot.

Now, hearing that unmistakable voice different from beasts, the group of players followed the sound and indeed found something unusual behind a thicket of thorns.

Looking at the bright, blood-scented and eerie camp, a look of surprise appeared on Dragon Roaming Wanli's face.

"Wow... is this... a Beastman city?!"

Dragon Roaming Qianli, holding an NPC shop-bought monocular, said with a grave expression.

"It looks like ogres."

Dragon Roaming Baili curiously glanced at her.

"How did you know?"

Qianli glanced at him and said.

"There's a description on the official website... you didn't just look at those idiotic posts, did you?"

Baili smiled embarrassingly, clearly caught by her statement.

Next to two skeletons, two Earth Cave Spiders whispered to each other stealthily.

Failed Muck Eel: "Those adventurers are really miserable..."

Failed Eel: "Give up, we can't save them."

And they had no reason to do so.

Looking at their boss, the server's number one pig quietly asked.

"Bro, what do you think? Those ogres don't seem to have green names."

Dragon Roaming Wanli, carrying a battleaxe, flashed a thoughtful look, and after a long moment of contemplation, decided to retreat as a way to advance.

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