778. The Impossible Victory

"What did you say? Where is the Third Legion being transferred?"

Master Marco grabbed Grum by the shoulder the moment he ran in with the report and shouted in disbelief.

Master Marco grabbed Grum's shoulder as he rushed in to report the news and asked loudly in disbelief.

The wrench in Marco's hand fell to the floor with a clang. His whole body swayed, and he only steadied himself by gripping the edge of the workbench. "Hasn't the cooperation between the two sides been pretty good? Magic Crystal trade hadn't even stopped last month—" His voice trembled, his eyes full of confusion. "What is the Fungal Fortress trying to do? Annex the mountains?"

Grum rolled his eyes when he heard that. Torin, behind him, scratched his neck a little awkwardly, then said, "Actually—according to the news released by the Ministry of Truth, it's us dwarves who attacked—"

"Hm?" Marco froze for a moment, then waved a hand. "Impossible!"

He analyzed it with great seriousness. "Putting aside the cause of the war, would the Clan Council have to lose its mind as a whole to turn against the Fungal Fortress before the Empire has even been dealt with? Besides, can they even beat the Fungal Fortress?"

Having stayed in the Fungal Fortress for so long, and being in charge of a key project like the Battle Puppet, Marco understood the Fungal Fortress's strength far better than most people.

He did not think the mountains could gain any advantage by taking on the Fungal Fortress alone.

"Unfortunately, they really did start this war." Linden's voice suddenly appeared in their minds, his tone full of regret.

Immediately afterward, images from the front line poured straight into their minds through the Mycelium Network.

On the gray-white tundra, two dwarf legions were crossing the border,