A Gray Dwarf Bandit struggled to pull his left foot out of the mud, only to trip over a vine as he stepped forward.
The Gray Dwarf nearly fell face-first. He lowered his head to glance at the vine around his foot, drew an axe, and chopped at it. With nothing to brace against, the axe failed to sever the vine and instead bounced his Short Hand Axe back.
The Gray Dwarf bent down, intending to pull up the troublesome vine. A silent figure slid down from the tree along the vine.
He soundlessly approached the Gray Dwarf from behind and plunged a dagger into his neck.
The Gray Dwarf crashed headfirst into the mud and never got back up.
The same scene kept playing out throughout the jungle...
Commander Marchio noticed that many straggling Gray Dwarves had failed to catch up. He began to realize the severity of the situation.
Nearly thirty thousand Gray Dwarves were scattered throughout this jungle. If he wanted the army to stop, he would need to send Orderlies to the front of the formation and have the command passed backward again and again.
The jungle was filled with an eerie atmosphere, and it was frighteningly quiet...
All the small animals and birds had vanished. There were no paths through the forest either, so he could only rely on a Kui Island Hand-drawn Map to advance toward the Underground City.
He planned to seize this military stronghold first...
Ahead lay a slippery slope, its rocks covered in moss. The Gray Dwarf warriors could only climb up with the help of several vines.
The Gray Dwarves coming up from behind crowded together. Many were growing restless, feeling as though countless eyes were watching them from within the jungle...
"Commander, we found an elf army ahead, but