The resounding bell echoed through the castle of the Hell Dwarves, as countless Dwarves clad in Heavy Armor poured into the tunnel where the rat infestation had erupted, their bald heads with Engravings looking like freshly stewed eggs.

They did not defend on top of the castle wall, but instead opened the castle gate and stepped out from behind the granite wall that bisected the entire tunnel.

Perhaps to show off to their neighbors, Goron Steel Bone donned that 500-pound Heavy Armor and grasped a gold-edged Black Lustrous Rock War Hammer, personally charging into the battlefield astride a dire porcupine.

This was a kind of porcupine with spikes only on its face, larger in size than the Earth Cave Spider, resembling a Sharmat crawling on the ground.

Luo Yan had only seen such creatures in textbooks previously, having heard that Dwarves used them as pack animals, as mounts, and occasionally reared them for their meat.

Besides the dire porcupine that Goron Steel Bone was riding, Luo Yan also saw many Dwarves within the ranks of the Hell Dwarves mounted on similar creatures.

Like Goron, they were clad in the most expensive armor, wielding the heaviest weapons, akin to Knights within the Corps of Human Knights.

"Assemble!"

Goron Steel Bone, raising his Warhammer, issued a deep and powerful roar.

Nearly two thousand Dwarf Warriors rallied at the entrance of the tunnel, presenting a sight like a wall clad in steel!

A look of surprise appeared on Luo Yan's face.

This Iron production is not low at all!

But thinking of these Hell Dwarves who spent their days either drinking, breeding, or smithing, it wasn't surprising that they could muster such a Heavy Armor Corps.

The assembly wasn't just the Heavy Armor Corps; there was also the artillery division pushing Stone-shooting Cannons.

Seeing the surprised look on Luo Yan's face, a proud smile emerged on Goron's ruddy complexion. He then ordered the drummer to beat the drums of war.

"Forward!!!"

"Hah—!"

With the thundering drumbeats, the formation of Dwarf Warriors let out a resonant and powerful cry, marching forward in neat strides.

In the mine tunnel ahead, rapid footsteps drew closer, and soon over a hundred Hell Dwarves holding oil lamps emerged running.

They were the miners of Catastrophe Castle, as well as the overseers inside the mine. Hell Dwarves rarely mined themselves, mainly supervising the labor of slaves from different races within the mine.

Seeing the fully assembled army below the walls, the pitch-black faces of the miners all showed expressions of being rescued.

And not far behind them, over a dozen Ratman Assassins wielding straight-bladed long knives were screeching in pursuit.

Their red eyes and agitated appearances were like those afflicted by a plague.

However, following several gunshots from atop the wall, the Ratman Assassins chasing the miners fell one by one into pools of blood.

Luo Yan looked back briefly to see more than a dozen two-meter-long gun barrels erected on the wall, operated by stern-looking Dwarf riflemen.

Just like snipers!

The miners who had escaped back to the castle quickly entered the fortress, and at the same time, a massive slave Ratmen army appeared at the tunnel's forefront.

On seeing the fully assembled army of Hell Dwarves, the swarming Ratmen were dumbfounded, and their faces uniformly showed fear.

They were the lowest of the slave Ratmen, whose combined equipment might not even weigh as much as any random piece of equipment on the Dwarves before them.

Faced with this insurmountable Strength, the barely clothed slave Ratmen halted their steps in panic, chattering and screaming, as if they were cursing or begging for mercy.

But—

These little rodents ultimately did not retreat.

After all, unlike the ragtag force in the North Peak Mine, they had behind them a powerful realm of Ratmen—

The Scott Clan.

A clan Ratmen clad in armor rushed to the front of the formation, drew a saber taller than its head, and wielded it shouting.

"No retreating! Charge! Use your teeth to bite their balls off! Stab your daggers through the crevices of their helmets!"

"Charge—!"

Amid the jumbled curses and shouts, the slave Ratmen, clutching all manner of weapons, finally overcame their fear and carried the banner of the Scott Clan into a suicidal charge.

The surging tide of black Ratmen was like a dark river flooding the tunnel, a sight so stunning it all but made onlookers lose their sanity.

Oke's eyes were wide open in shock.

Not just Oke, all the other goblins, too, were similarly moved, their shoulders involuntarily trembling.

"Artillery division! Fire!" Goron Steel Bone raised his Warhammer, letting out a roar that cleaved through clouds and shattered stones.

At his command, twelve Stone-shooting Cannons simultaneously belched pungent smoke, as stones arced through the air on their trajectories!

The exploding stones burst amidst the Ratmen army's ranks, shattering into countless fragments scattering wildly!

Struck by those splattering stones, the unprotected slave Ratmen were either killed or wounded, falling like wheat before the scythe!

The cannonade shook the formation of the slave Ratmen.

Facing the whistling stones, the advancing slave Ratmen were clearly frightened, their legs as if weighted with lead, no longer heeding the shouts of the clan Ratmen behind them.

But it wasn't over yet!

Within the advancing ranks of the Hell Dwarves, the second row of Dwarf Soldiers reached behind them and each drew out a wooden tube as thick as a wrist.

Attached to the rear of the tube was a length of animal gut for a hose, connected to "wine barrels" that the third row of Dwarf Soldiers carried on their backs.

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