Bone Shatter's eyes went wide as saucers, and he instinctively took a step back.
The Goblin Warriors behind him also let out suppressed shrieks, their hands gripping their weapons trembling slightly.
This fortress had not existed before Winter Year.
How had it suddenly... appeared?
Lord Hammer Bone's suspicions had actually been true.
"Is this the lair... of that Undead Lord?"
Poison Fang Shaman's voice carried undisguised terror, and even his bone staff was trembling faintly.
The sight before them had exceeded their imagination.
After the brief shock, Bone Shatter forcibly suppressed the stormy waves in his heart.
Their probing mission was not yet complete. They could not simply return like this.
He gritted his teeth and made a gesture.
The goblins were sent to scout vigilantly around the area. Like rats, they moved close to the shadows at the base of the walls, carefully avoiding the humming poison bees in the air as they searched every crack between the bricks and every corner.
However, this pitch-black behemoth seemed to be cast in one piece. In the end, they still failed to find any way into the fortress.
So they decided to use force.
A Goblin Miner carrying a heavy pickaxe immediately stepped forward. He chose a spot near the base of the city wall that looked relatively weak, took a deep breath, and swung his pickaxe down with all his strength.
Clang—!!!
A piercing clash of metal rang out, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The miner felt a sharp pain in the web of his hand, and the rebound from the pickaxe nearly knocked it from his grip.
He lowered his head and saw that only a shallow white mark had been left on the mud brick wall, while the tip of his finely forged steel pickaxe... had actually chipped away