Clank! Clank! Clank!
The massive mechanical chains slowly rotated upwards.
The thick doors gradually opened.
Countless pairs of eager eyes started to light up.
The rich aroma of alcohol spread quickly, and the Gray Dwarves couldn't wait to gather around.
Ash huffed, waving his hand impatiently at them:
"What are you doing crowding around here? Get to work quickly, or there will be no alcohol for you."
Watching their reluctant figures, a sigh unwittingly escaped from Ash's heart.
Compared to the Gray Dwarves from the Bay Territory who had received "education," these fellows just out of the Underworld were indeed lacking refinement.
Having received strict training, Ash was very clear that only discipline and restraint could make a group stronger.
Those captivated by alcohol and food had a hard time exhibiting strong cohesion.
This thought flashed through his mind, and Ash quickly regained his composure, waving over the Golem Train behind him.