My Players Are So Fierce

The true situation of the Brass Fortress is evidently much worse than the outside world imagines.

When the subspace power, which isolates communications and shapes mazes, emerged, the fortress had already been under attack, nearly synchronously with the worst stage of the war at Blackflame Mountain Pass.

Should all this be orchestrated by Twilight, then those heretics are aiming for a double-front victory this time.

Almost the moment the masking fog fell, a massive number of Ratmen launched an “underground raid” on the Brass Fortress and its surrounding strongholds.

These bastards seemed to have long confirmed that the Brass Dwarves would lose the protection of Mother Earth, making their assault madly bold and straightforward.

Lacking the tactical cover like at Blackflame Mountain Pass, they decisively struck when the fortress was shrouded and isolated.

That impregnable, unassailable Brass Fortress was tunneled through underground by that night, throwing the fortress into immediate chaos, yet the surprise raid eventually failed.

Because the Ratmen underestimated the professionalism of the fortress and the combat power of the Dwarves.

Especially the former, for a fortress carved into a mountain, its internal stratification contains more than ten layers.

The massive buildings beneath the fortress led to a mere attempt at pathway attack to the core position, with vertical differences reaching thousands of meters.

Not until the Ratmen tunneled inside did they realize the layer-by-layer assault on a three-dimensional battleground, and the Ratman…

a race whose intrinsic power is even weaker than humans at the individual level, found it hard to withstand an offensive confrontation against Dwarves famous for brute strength.

Moreover, the fortress garrison isn’t just Dwarves.

Hence, while the Ratmen’s raid succeeded, it also failed.

But without a doubt, the Ratmen played the same role in the Brass Fortress defense as they did at Blackflame Mountain Pass, altering the territory situation and shifting the initiative entirely into the hands of the Jackal-men.

After the first wave of Ratmen collapse, the subsequent Jackal-men and Gnolls immediately filled the void, with the wild tribes pushing through the tunnels dug by the Ratmen into the fortress interior, ensuing a bloody fight in the Brass Fortress.

Perhaps the failure at Blackflame Mountain Pass spurred Twilight, making them withdraw from their casual trial and go all out at the Brass Fortress.

The commanders continuously endure the impact and replacement of illusionary consciousness, as the subspace power keeps relenting in counterattacks inside the fortress.

The Jackal-men lacking such means surely indicate the presence of Twilight forces in the Brass Fortress, and significant ones at that.

On the day when the Elf Legion and Sanghai Legion finally decided to break through, it already marked the sixth day of the attack on the Brass Fortress, a truly unyielding stronghold now reduced to a real Flesh Mill.

The Brass Dwarves held strategic terrain advantages; although the underground and first level of the fortress had fallen into Jackal army hands, the Dwarves continued their resistance.

The loss of the Mother Earth’s protection circulated among the Brass Dwarf civilians, severely dampening their morale.

However, this current situation reached a desperate stage of “fight or die”, and resistance was nearly unrelated to faith.

The Brass Fortress had soaked in too much Jackal blood; hatred between the two races spanned centuries, and not even the most foolish Dwarf would believe the absurdity that Jackal-men would let them leave if they simply laid down their arms.

Kill or be killed!

This is a no-alternative war.

After Twilight blocked off all escape routes from the battlefield, the assault pushed swiftly into realms of blood and disaster.

And this is precisely the ultimate carnage the Jackal-men wished to behold in this Black Disaster, using ever-flowing blood to please their Evil God.

“This is an unprecedentedly wonderful beginning!”

Outside the Brass Fortress, a dozen kilometers away from the Dwarven fortress cluster, the Bonebite Clan’s army occupied a valley.

In the morning, King Gehrman·Bonebite awoke from a splendid dream where he was destined to become king of the world.

While savoring a blood-dripping venison breakfast, his vanguard messenger sent a war report.

It stated last night’s raid captured an arsenal on the second level of the Brass Fortress, allowing the Bonebite Clan’s army to seize a large quantity of fine armor and weapons, even the Dwarves’ prized firearms.

To achieve this victory, seven thousand Gnolls and five hundred Jackal-man vanguards paid the price of being scalded alive by lava, but such casualties didn’t even weigh on Gehrman’s mind.

Are you kidding?

In the savage wilderness of the Dark Mountain Range, not even skirmishes between two clans would incur more casualties than this.

Moreover, warriors dying in battle and receiving substantial rewards was fundamentally a matter of pride.

The Brass Dwarves numbered scarcely, while Jackal-men vast in numbers; if they could keep trading lives, Gehrman would be elated reaching the day when the last Dwarf was besieged to death.

The casualties during those six days of offensives were quite severe, yet if that was the price needed to breach a natural stronghold like Gorgon Mountain Pass, then King Bonebite could only feel it was worthwhile and satisfying.

Clearly as a mirror in his heart.

If under his leadership, the invincible Jackal-men occupied the Brass Fortress and stormed into the affluent Ligurian Peninsula, even if ultimately driven back during this Black Disaster, he would still indisputably become the rightful king of the Jackal-men!