"This is launched by the 'Dragon Terminator'." Feiwen glanced at the giant arrow that nailed the troll to the ground at a critical moment. "It won't hurt you by chance. Those operators once bragged to me that it can cut off your eyelashes without touching your eyelids. You will definitely miss it in the future."

"I will miss my shield!" Mante looked at his shield. After the troll's gastric juice eroded, it was completely scrapped. So he untied the shield from his arm and threw it aside. The battle ahead became without any suspense. More and more dwarves rushed up from below and joined the encirclement of the green skin, among which many butchers. The green skin, who had lost its fighting spirit, struggled in vain and was cut down and killed one by one.

"Damn it!" Mante complained, "As early as when I was young, the orcs didn't give up on fighting so quickly."

The battle ended soon. The dwarf warriors began to save their wounded men and ended up with each Greenskin. Then a messenger ran here to convey the latest order. Except for a few soldiers who continued to monitor here to prevent sporadic Greenskin from escaping, everyone else had to go down to search for the hidden Greenskin.

This is the convention after every battle. Because the slogan proposed by the great founder is "Never let go of any green skin."

The next day was spent moving stones and sorting out green-skinned corpses. This battle was the only fierce battle in this period. A total of thirty-six dwarves were killed, and twice the number of dwarves were injured. However, they completely wiped out the entire Greenskin tribe, about 9,000 Greenskinned. By the time they cleaned the canyon again, it was already evening.

Mante and his team members walked towards the camp along the laid-out road. There were several large pits outside the canyon, which proved the achievements of the Avengers. So far, the "death trap" carefully designed by the engineers has eliminated six large green-skinned tribes, totaling no less than 40,000 green-skinned tribes.

Because the dwarfs had to re-arrange the traps after victory, the green-skinned corpses were taken away and buried again. Some troublesome engineers took this opportunity to carefully count the number of green-skin killed and wrote them in the letter to the Supreme King. However, Mante did not care about this at all. What he really cared about was not the number of green-skins that were eliminated, but the loss that was nothing compared to this.

So far, there are less than seventy dwarves killed in the Avengers, and the number of injured is no more than one hundred. This doesn't seem to be fighting at all! Those damn engineers don't even look like they are fighting a war.

However, those "damn engineers" obviously could not understand Mante's mood. When Mante returned to the camp, he saw a whole sea of ​​joy. Everyone was drinking, eating, and bragging about their achievements. But to be honest, these engineers have not even touched their guns several times so far! The only combat preparation they could call was to build the large camp and build a whole row of temporary buildings so that soldiers could live in houses instead of tents.

There was also a place for Mante at the dinner. He and his long-bearded warriors began to drink. Unlike the local buns from the Engineers Association, the long-bearded warriors were dull at the moment. Although they won a fierce battle, each of them knew very well that their contributions could not be even a drop in the bucket. Even without them, they would have only escaped a few hundred green skins at most.

This is exactly what the long bearded warriors care about.

"Cheer to Master Ash Rufate's health!" Someone shouted loudly not far away, and the sound of response rang everywhere, sweeping the entire camp like a wave.

"Old guy, you don't look very happy!" A voice sounded, and Mante found his old companion and old comrade-in-arms. Feiwen came to him, holding a huge beer glass in his hand. Mante glanced at the old guy's belt with a medium barrel on his belt.

Although they are old friends, their hobbies for beverages are completely different. Almost all long-bearded warriors love ale, and they think this wine is strong enough. However, a large part of engineers like beer. In Mante's view, it is better to say that it is saving rather than a hobby - because a large part of the dwarf steam engines require alcohol as power.

"I'm not unhappy." Mante replied depressedly. He drank his glass dry and then smashed it. After all, the wine was really good. The "Shan Range" brand of wine always tasted much purer than other miscellaneous brands of wine. If you want to say what's good about a engineer being a general, at least you won't lack wine.

"Don't be depressed, isn't this good?" Feiwen said with a smile. "Look, we suffered minor losses and had huge results. Now I believe that legends about us are everywhere in Karaz-Karak City."

This is what I mind the most! A group of engineers came out to fight and fought better than us veterans? What's the matter! Mante squinted his eyes, but in the end he still didn't say these words. Of course, these words can only be thought about in his own mind, and he couldn't say them out for others.

"Master Ash Rufate said that we must choose the battlefield because our army is an invincible army when fighting on the battlefield that suits us." Feiwenyi did not care about the hesitant and contradictory mentality of his old friend. "I think what he said makes sense, doesn't he?"

Mante had no choice but to answer, so he was so depressed that he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one sip.

"Master!" He heard Feiwen suddenly look in another direction and scream. Before Mante could clean up the beads of wine on his beard, he saw a figure coming to him.

By dwarf standards, this uninvited guest is taller and thinner, and he does not have a long beard. Generally speaking, such young people are not valued in the dwarf army, but this one is exceptional because Mante recognizes that the other party is the great caster Ash Rufate, the commander of the Avengers.

Among dwarves, young people will naturally respect the elderly, but this practice does not work in front of the military rank. Just like most armies in this world, superiors usually have the power to kill and kill the subordinates. Superiors may not use this power easily, but this does not mean that this power does not exist.

"Master!" Mante greeted unwillingly. In fact, he should really call the other party "general", but the old dwarf's self-esteem made him refuse to say this word.

"There are no masters here now, only drinkers!" Ashu Rufate didn't care about the unwillingness in the other party's voice at all. He laughed. "Come on, let's have a drink."

To be particularly clear, Ashu Rufat was holding not beer but ale.

He sat down at this table and chatted with the long-bearded warriors. The chatting was dull at the beginning, but Ashu Rufate quickly made the atmosphere liven up because he took out the dwarfs' unique skills: praise! He praised the long-bearded warriors' outstanding performance today, and praised how they bravely defeated Greenskin's attempt to break through. As for the engineers' clever arrangements to eliminate the main force of Greenskin, Ashu Rufate stopped talking. In short, he quickly gained the recognition of the long-bearded warriors with this kind of attitude, and the theme of this party quickly evolved from chatting to drinking.

Every dwarf is good at drinking, and almost all dwarfs are proud of their alcohol, and the older dwarfs are even more so. At first, this group of long-bearded warriors planned to pour the great founder into the ground, so that he could make more or less ugly. But soon, they discovered something terrible. Master Ashrufate is indeed a great wine merchant and has a natural affinity for alcohol. He brought beer glasses from other places, and everyone used them to drink ale together!

Even the long-bearded warriors could not withstand this move. Ash Rufat poured wine into his throat without stopping, and the long-bearded warriors slid from the chair one by one to the bottom of the table. Not much time, Mante was the only one who could continue to fight against the great founder. Moreover, he was already drunk and could not even sit steadily. He had to lean against the table with his hands to barely support him.

"Another glass!" Ashu Rufate poured the two of them with great enthusiasm and stuffed a cup into Mante's hands.

"Big...Master...Master...I...I...I...I..." Mante could no longer speak. Not only him, but even Fei Wen, a senior member of the Engineers Association and the leader of the organ cannon group, was a little surprised. Because he liked beer, he did not participate in this crazy competition. It was precisely because of this that he witnessed this incredible scene soberly. His old friend was sober that he couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north, while the great caster seemed to be sober, which was no different from when he first came.

This can no longer be described as an ordinary "massive" amount. If I had not witnessed everything with my own eyes, Feiwen would probably think that this great founder used some trick to pour the wine into other places. However, at this moment, many people were surrounded by people, cheering for this competition. There should be no way to play tricks in front of so many pairs of eyes.

For the dwarf, alcoholism is also a capital for boasting, a way to distinguish one another’s status. After Ashu Rufate stuffed the beer glass into Mante’s hand, he immediately drank the glass all in one go. What he received was a gaze of wonder and reverence around him.

Relatively speaking, Mante could not bear it at all. He could not sit still after drinking half a cup, and slid under the table and piled up with his comrades.

The winner has been decided, and everyone around was cheering.

"Feiwen," Ash Rufate put down his cup. His eyes were as calm as usual, and he could not see the amazing drinking just now. If it weren't for the wine at the corner of his mouth and the obvious traces of the wet collars, Feiwen almost thought he had made a mistake.

Many dwarves know that the great casting master Ash Rufat has a very outstanding talent, that is, he can clearly remember the names of each subordinate. Even if he has only met once.

"Master, may I ask..." Feiwen was actually trying hard to find a sign of Ash Rufate being drunk, but his efforts were in vain.

"The military meeting will be held tomorrow," said Ashurufate. "This canyon can no longer be used, we must find the next suitable terrain. Someone recommended you to me, and everyone said that you are proficient in mechanical engineering and civil engineering at the same time, and are a rare versatile talent in the association."

"I believe I have this honor." Feiwen answered happily. The dwarves like to praise him, so he naturally would not be immune to the vulgarity.

"Winter is coming to an end soon," Ashrufate said, pondering for a moment. "Once the snow melts, we will not be able to use the sled. In this way, the greenskin will have a great advantage in marching speed. We must find a way to solve this problem."

"this……"
Chapter completed!