673. Clash

The first probing attack began.

The swift Lizardman warriors charged at the very front. As they ran across the ice, some of the sharp-eared Lizardmen could even hear Puji digging and chiseling beneath the surface, but those sounds soon vanished.

The ice surface, frozen by magic, was far colder than the surrounding environment.

Beneath the ice, the frozen area was still expanding.

The Puji who had gotten closest first were trapped by the spreading frost. Though they did not die, they could no longer move.

On the ice, the Lizardmen fired arrows and magic at the two positions.

The Dwarf Camp, even if only temporarily built, definitely did not lack defensive power.

Arrows clattered down onto the rune-hardened steel shelters, utterly unable to harm the dwarves behind them.

Magic blasts against them had some effect, but using these extremely cost-effective shelters to drain the Demon Race mages' limited mana was clearly exactly what the dwarves wanted to see.

And when the first Lizardman crossed the river and tried to approach the Dwarf Camp, the Gale Trap rune hidden on the ground blew the unlucky fellow into the sky. After he landed, he triggered another Magic Blast Trap and was blown to pieces, deader than dead.

After that, even if someone with both strength and luck managed to jump into a bunker, what awaited him was the axes and hammers the dwarves had long since prepared.

Clearly, if they wanted to attack the dwarves' bunkers, they either had to use siege-grade magical tools, or honestly clear every trap before launching a large-scale assault.

Compared to the dwarves' steel bunkers, the Mushroom Camp of the Fungal Fortress next door looked much easier to deal with.

The shelters, piled up from rough boulders found from who knew where, showed no traces of enhancing