The Copperbeard Clan had once lived in Calimshan. If one had to use a single term to describe that country, "hell on earth" would have been entirely fitting. There, peace had always been a luxurious and distant dream. Slaughter, deception, and betrayal played out every moment, and all who were weak lived in misery.
The Copperbeard Clan had scraped by in such an environment for over a thousand years. Without force, nothing could be accomplished there. If one wanted to make money and live in peace, one's fists had to be hard. Thus, compared to their kin who lived deep in the mountains and forests, they knew far better how to fight.
They had neither secure, hidden mountain fortresses nor fully equipped, impregnable underground cities. All around them were humans with ill intent. Under those covetous gazes, they could only fight. Only by fighting could they survive.
Thus, every adult dwarf of the Copperbeard Clan was a qualified warrior. They were also willing to use the weapons in their hands to seize benefits for themselves.
Once these dwarves had been assigned to the walls, the pressure on Silverymoon's defenders immediately eased greatly. Though these dwarves were not tall, they possessed brute strength that did not lose out to the Black Orcs. With their excellent weapons and equipment and their skilled combat techniques, they suffered no disadvantage against those Black Orcs whose brains had already gone bad. Dwarves were like that: those taller than them were not as agile, while those around their height were not as strong. Against Black Orcs, dwarves had no real weakness.
Moreover, while the Copperbeard Clan lacked experience with large-scale warfare, they were exceptionally skilled at coordinating in small groups of three to five. As teams of dwarves climbed onto the walls, they immediately split into