The Titansteel was located deep within a valley. Except for the entrance, sheer ninety-degree cliffs surrounded it on all sides, and right now, the valley entrance was packed densely with an undead army.
"Damn those Iron Dwarves," a human man holding a weapon cursed in a deep voice.
The appearance of the undead Iron Dwarves was thoroughly infuriating. When they had first entered the valley, they had moved forward with the utmost caution and stealth, terrified of alerting the Iron Dwarves and triggering an unexpected disaster. Yet now that they had finally reached their destination, the Iron Dwarves had undergone a drastic transformation, turning into the undead and becoming the main force attacking them.
The few individuals, who had never held a good impression of the Iron Dwarves to begin with, cursed aloud at this development.
A dead enemy was an ally; the undead strategy was on full display here.
If not for the fact that they were the common enemy of the world, a single race on its own would stand zero chance against the undead.
Rex gazed coldly at the undead Frost Dwarves, making a distant estimate of the appropriate numbers for this undead force. Originally, this unit had suffered quite a few losses while attacking the Iron Dwarf camp, but after slaughtering the Iron Dwarves, their numbers not only failed to drop-they had actually increased.
Still, the undead who had perished were elites; while their quantity had increased, their quality had undoubtedly decreased.
The terrain of the valley presented a commanding high ground, which was definitely good news. Yet despite holding the terrain, Rex's side possessed far too few people.
"This is a battle doomed to failure!" Staring ahead, several humans spoke in low tones without a trace of panic on their faces. The few individuals present