"There's no telling, we can get back the eighth mine and the three surrounding mines!"

"What about me?"

"You have to command your people here, and the command of the ground troops is also given to you."

"The old rule is to attack everywhere and mess with them. The more mess you make, the greater our results will be."

Ikrit stamped his paws on the ground excitedly, almost seeing the fragrant and precious green ore being mined.

The black claws hidden under the hood struck him hard on the head. The defector made no sound, allowing him to hear his own heartbeat clearly as if it was being hammered.

"I think you are too excited to be commanding this kind of battle again."

"Your tactics can indeed weaken the skeletons of the Stickman Monster. But what if the Stickman Monster releases murderous smoke like it did more than ten years ago, or even comes to kill you personally?"

"We, together with the elite Storm Rats and the Gray Prophets, are unable to surround and annihilate the Stickman Monster who is almost alone!"

"Only Eski's weird sneak attack made the stickman unprepared and took a solid bite, which made him calm down for a while."

"If the Stickman Monster really comes, you will have no choice but to die in the hands of the Stickman Monster, just like the most elite Stormrat Guards of Wilski's Overflow Clan!"

After giving a stern warning to Ikrit, the defector's hood turned to the ground on the other side.

"You must stay here, Eski has just sent someone to deliver a message to me."

"As long as it is tested that the Stickman Monster cannot actually fight in person, the engineering warlocks from Skary will directly take action to push the Stickman Monster's troops back to the fortress. Now, don't worry."

In the fortress opposite Ikrit, in the barbarian headquarters, military information is also being transmitted rapidly.

"Bugarad! The frontline position has been attacked! Look at that posture, there are at least tens of thousands of damn rats!"

"Bugarad! The back mountain was attacked, and nine strongholds were on fire! All the wool reserves and winter firewood of the attacked tribe were burned!"

"We were attacked from the south! At least fifty of our sentry towers were burned down, and they were all filled with smoke! The fire lit up the sky over there in red!"

"To the east...King Khan still has the horses of the herdsmen..."

"North...bean material...fabric..."

More and more unfavorable information is being sent to the barbarian headquarters.

They command all armies except the undead, but at this time, the living troops always seem to be of little use.

"Send reinforcements to guard the tunnel entrance ahead, at least to prevent these damn rats from passing through here."

Bugalad dropped an order and ran towards the depths of the fortress. He had to meet his master who was sleeping in the coffin.

Tonight, the rat people used tactics that he was very familiar with. They launched a large-scale night battle with harassment. The commander of the rat people seemed to have replaced their old opponent, the old opponent from fifty years ago.

It seems that the stupid beasts also know how stupid that thing was before.

However, where is the main attack direction of that damn rat? Is it the attack involving tens of thousands of people?

They can't stand the suppression of the tunnel entrance and the threat to their rat nest, so they want to clear out the military camp at the bottom of the mountain?

Bugarad always feels that it is not that simple.

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