On the hillside, Baduo looked down below.
Explosions came in fits and starts from the trenches. It was the Fungal Fortress's harassment tactic between major battles, and it was incredibly annoying.
He crossed the position.
Dwarves had the finest craftsmen. Even though these positions were only temporary, they could still be called sturdy and fully functional.
However, the current problem did not stem from the defenses being too weak, but from morale.
As he walked, the excitement and courage the warriors had shown when they first arrived were gone from their eyes. In their sunken sockets, there was more numbness now, and fear of an unknown future.
There was no helping it. Anyone who clearly realized that their opponent was an undying monster that could grow back to maturity from the ground in three days and make a comeback would fall into this kind of self-doubt.
Not to mention, recently, quite a few dwarves wounded in battle had begun growing mycelium on their bodies—
Baduo walked into a rear fortress. The stone walls here were three times thicker than those on the front line, and runes flowed slowly across the surface, blocking out the dull explosions outside until they were almost inaudible.
Inside the bunker, besides Bretta, the Zafa Clan chief, there was also a presence that absolutely should not have appeared here!
The Succubus Mofulei sat in the center, wearing a dark long dress, her tail swaying gently behind her.
Baduo was unmoved by the Succubus before him. He only spoke of the warriors' condition. "Morale can't hold. If this goes on, we won't even need to fight. We'll collapse on our own."
Bretta said nothing. She had no good solution either.
Mofulei, however, turned her head slightly. "Don't you still have the battle puppets? All three are intact,