Most members of the Dragonmaw Clan lived in the upper area.
They had all been wiped out by the band of Rogues.
Even if Herad stopped now, the Dragonmaw Clan was as good as finished!
That was because the vast majority of the handlers who formed the core of their clan had died at the Rogues' hands.
Without those handlers, raising Red Dragons was meaningless!
The rapidly matured Red Dragons were merely mindless beasts. Without handlers, they could not go into battle.
But Herad would not stop.
His goal was to wipe out the Dragonmaw Clan, then rescue the Red Dragon Queen.
The band of Rogues reached the platform at the entrance to the lower level. Looking at the enormous space that extended straight down to the underground magma, they all marveled at the Wildhammer Dwarves' grand undertaking.
The enormous caverns above were already thirty or forty meters high.
The braziers on the ground and the torches on the walls could barely illuminate the ceilings.
But compared with the enormous space below, the upper level was nothing worth mentioning!
From the underground magma to the ceiling, the lower level was at least two hundred meters high.
That was already high enough for helicopters to fly within the city.
Moreover, the lower level formed a ring, with rooms carved only into the cavern walls along the outer and inner circles.
The outer and inner circles were connected by just a few skybridges.
It was an extraordinarily open space!
If an Orcs Handler controlled a Red Dragon, they could fly freely around this enormous ring and burn intruders to ash with Dragonfire.
After observing the situation below, Herad did not let the band of Rogues continue their slaughter.
The Rogues only needed to kill the Dragonmaw Orcs patrolling along the way, making