Silver Mask Deceiver, Troll Queto, Backstabbing Blow (2)

Queto took a look at the cramped tunnel entrance, which was less than fifty meters wide and easily defensible. Although it had confined them, it also made launching an attack much more challenging.

"I don't want to waste our warriors' lives in this meaningless battle."

The silver-masked deceiver heard the underlying message and chuckled hoarsely. "As long as you continue to put in effort, I promise to provide you with a batch of high-quality weapons. I believe your warriors could use an upgrade."

Upon hearing this, Queto's eyes lit up. "I hope you'll fulfill this promise."

"Of course, we are allies. We would never deceive you."

"You only need to provide the resources; leave the rest to us,"

The silver-masked deceiver performed an elegant bow, gesturing an invitation.

Queto nodded slightly.

Raising the mottled battle axe in his hand, he shouted angrily, "Everyone, attack!"

"Roa!!!!!!!"