The enormous map was spread out on the table, marked with dense red lines and arrows.
Luo Yan stood by Edward's side, not speaking, but his gaze consistently lingered on several key points on the map.
The intelligence from the dwarves filled in the blanks for Campbell and Gutaf on the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range's underground world.
With the help of these fellows who were born to dig, the upcoming war might progress much more smoothly.
"...The rats around Hot Spring Peak have mostly been cleared, but Mork the Soul Shatterer's subordinates haven't given up resistance. Their main forces have now retracted here—the Death Valley area."
Iron Beard pointed at a stretch of area on the map, his voice booming like a bell.
Everyone's eyes followed the direction of his index finger, focusing on the map's narrow ravine.
