Chapter 128 - It Can't Be...!?

The fall of the mines came fast and brutal, like a storm that had been building for days finally breaking loose. Every goblin resistance crumbled one by one—barricades shattered under orc boots, traps sprung too late or not at all, hidden groups of fighters cut down before they could even raise their weapons. The tunnels echoed with screams and the wet thud of axes meeting flesh. Blood painted the walls in long, sticky streaks, and the air grew thick with the iron smell of death. Goblins ran or hid, but there was no escaping the green tide pouring in from every entrance. The orcs were unstoppable now, every path cleared, every corner turned into a slaughter pen.