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"General! We've retaken all the Skaven tunnels! The entire Brass Fortress has also been fully reinforced. The gnolls that have been harassing the fortress from every direction have begun to retreat now that they've lost the tunnels. We've won!"

A fully armed dwarf artilleryman lowered the spyglass decorated with Skaven skulls and excitedly turned to report to Bannock Earthforce, the general in charge of the fortress defenses, who stood behind him:

"Look, from here we can see our Ironheart warriors raising their banner in the last tunnel. The Bonechewer Clan's standard is also retreating. That damned brutal gnoll chieftain has met the same fate as its ancestor did a hundred years ago, breaking against our great, impregnable fortress!

"Even with evil allies like the Skaven, those pathetic barbarians couldn't bring down our mighty fortress!"

"Well said, soldier! That's exactly the good news our king wants to hear."

General Bannock was equally excited.

He removed his helmet, decorated with a red plume, and used his keen eyesight to look toward the battlefield. As far as he could see, the gnolls were retreating across the whole front, while their evil allies who traveled underground were being routed by the fearless Ironheart warriors and the dwarf soldiers, whose morale had soared after they received triple pay.

"Send our elite Ironheart warriors to guard those tunnels at once! I'm going to report the good news to our king and discuss what we should do next."

The dwarf general turned his gaze away and ordered several messengers. Then he turned to the artillerymen beside him, who were watching him with a certain burning intensity. He knew exactly what they were hoping for, so General Bannock swept his hand through the air and shouted:

"To celebrate this victory, a generous amount of gold will soon be