"Ah, giants!"
"Tyler, what are you standing around for? Get into the cave!"
Tyler reacted a step too slowly and was dragged directly into the cave by the old man. The disguised stone door was immediately shut.
"You brat, how many times have I told you to stay out of sight when you see alien troops? Why won't you listen?
"If our tracks are exposed, do you want to get everyone killed?"
Although soundproofing magic had been set up inside the cave and even the loudest noise would not carry outside, the old man still lowered his voice as he scolded him.
It was precisely because of such caution that they had managed to survive by sheer luck on land ravaged by the Ancient Remnants Alliance.
After the East and West Warhammer Kingdoms collapsed, countless nobles and refugees fled in panic. Yet for various reasons, some people had chosen to stay behind.
Survivor groups like theirs were the origin of the resistance forces within the Warhammer Kingdom. It was not that they wanted to keep resisting, but that reality forced them to.
Whenever they encountered a small enemy unit, they would take it out and seize supplies for survival.
No one knew how long this underground life would last. Here, every scrap of supplies was crucial.
"Third Uncle, the enemy probably can't spare any attention for us right now. I just saw giants fleeing like mad, as if someone were hunting them down."
Tyler hurriedly explained.
Being scolded was nothing, but he dared not bear the accusation of wanting to kill everyone.
"Giants were running for their lives?
"What kind of joke is that? The entire Warhammer Kingdom is alien territory now. Even if human troops are still stationed here, they would be proceeding cautiously. Who would dare chase down