This marked the first full - scale war in the history of the Dragon's Lair Tribe.

  Gorgin's preparations were rather straightforward.

  He simply contrived an excuse to transform all the weapons of the tribe's members, excluding his mother, into ones with a fiery effect.

  This encompassed the tribesmen led by Nu, whose large bone hammers had been damaged.

  In the preceding days, upon learning of the treatment in this place, the goblins were filled with astonishment.

  Eager to prove themselves, they ingeniously repurposed the steam mechanism of the tracked vehicle to fashion a simple stamping apparatus.

  Those sturdy iron pillars served as the ideal raw material. They crafted two basic iron hammers for the orc slaves.

  In particular, the newly forged iron pillars, still radiating heat, could be shaped into the desired form by the orcs' brute force.

  One broad iron sheet after another rolled out.

  However, due to the tight schedule, the goblins only managed to affix a layer of iron sheet to the ogres' weapons.

  Karin and Nu led their group back. Had Gorgin not forewarned them, those gnolls would have been thoroughly terrified.

  After a half - day of rest, Gorgin once again bestowed armor - piercing enchantments on the weapons of the equipped tribe members.

  Throughout that half - day, he remained by the enchanting workbench at the entrance of his dwelling.

  The tribe was in a state of chaos. For the first time, such a large number of individuals had gathered here.

  Just a few months prior, there had been merely twenty ogres and six attendants from the Pleasure Pavilion.

  Now, nearly three thousand robust slaves of diverse races had assembled.

  While enchanting, Gorgin bellowed, “Karin! Take some people and prepare three days' worth of water and food!”

  Karin hesitated briefly. “Shouldn't we prepare more?”

  Gorgin waved dismissively. “No need. Three days' provisions are for the journey to Giant Sand City. Three days from now, I intend to dine within the walls of Giant Sand City!”

  Karin no longer wavered. “Yes, great chief!”

  Gorgin had no choice but to rely on Karin at this point.

  Why? Because his own tribesmen lacked the necessary acumen.

  Once he had finally satisfied the ogres with their weapons, Gorgin set about mustering the troops.

  His mother stood behind him, and the remaining eighteen ogres stood haphazardly at the front. Behind the ogres were the slaves of various races.

  There were just over a hundred surviving goblin craftsmen who had been brought back. They were definitely not going to partake in the battle.

  This also applied to the gnolls, whose combat prowess was too meager, so they were all left behind to safeguard the settlement.

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  Gorgin also designated several slaves who seemed less capable to remain behind and ensure the smooth operation of the furnace and to collaborate with the goblins in manufacturing large - scale tools.

  Glancing at their empty left arms, Gorgin decided it would be prudent to leave one ogre to keep watch.

  “Whoever is acknowledged as the weakest, step forward!”

  Gorgin's words caused the eighteen ogres to widen their eyes in surprise.

  Excluding Nu, who proudly brandished his triple - barreled machine gun, the other ogres eyed each other with discontent.

  Their unspoken message was clear: It's you. Get out there.

  Eventually, a female ogre, the smallest in stature, reluctantly stepped forward.

  “You stay here and guard. That weapon is yours.” Gorgin pointed to the large, flame - wreathed bone hammer in her grasp.

  Although they believed that if they deemed something feasible, it surely was, the chief's words were the bedrock of their confidence.

  “Everyone else, our target is Giant Sand City...” Gorgin helped his mother mount a kodo beast and then climbed aboard the tracked transport vehicle himself.

  He brandished his boning knife, opened his massive maw, and his long, sharp fangs glinted menacingly.

  “Let's move out!!”

  “waaaaagh！！！”

  The ogres hoisted their weapons and roared. This was their battle cry.

  The slaves, who had initially shouted their own slogans, quickly followed suit.

  The thunderous “waaaagh” reverberated throughout the Dragon's Lair Tribe.

  Subsequently, a trembling goblin craftsman was selected to drive the vehicle. The tracked vehicle, billowing steam, rumbled towards Giant Sand City.

  horne rode a kodo beast in pursuit, trailed by the ogres, and finally the slaves, who were determined to fight for a better future.

  Gorgin sat on his specially crafted chair, with Karin standing behind him.

  “Chief, can these unarmed slaves defeat the fully - armed dwarves?”

  Gorgin replied coldly, “Most dwarves wield hammers or axes. Aren't those ready - made weapons? Once the ogres breach the gates, if the slaves can't even obtain weapons, they might as well perish. ”

  “The Dragon's Lair Tribe can accommodate them, but not the worthless. You're acting strange, Karin. Since when have you become so soft - hearted?”

  For a moment, Karin was at a loss for words... She was even a bit dazed. I... being soft - hearted??

  I actually wanted to dispose of all these slaves at that time...

  And yet, in the chief's eyes, this is considered soft - hearted... Karin was thoroughly perplexed. I learned all this from you, chief!

  Just as Gorgin had anticipated.

  Ever since the dwarves of Giant Sand City returned, they had been feverishly engaged in shoring up their city defenses.

  The materials and resources acquired from the division of the Hot Sand goblins set the entire Giant Sand City abuzz with activity.

  After all, these resources were a “gift” from their goblin “big brothers,” so they didn't hesitate to utilize them.

  Simultaneously, the elite dwarf troops and the militia underwent expansion.

  Even with the ogres' presence, the dwarves inevitably suffered combat losses.

  However, compared to their gains, these casualties seemed insignificant.

  Recalling the massive iron shields they had crafted for the ogres previously, the dwarf leader felt like slapping himself.

  The solid iron shields were a full ten centimeters thick, and now, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't fathom how to breach them.

  Enchantment?

  The dwarf leader surveyed all his tribesmen and discovered that none of them possessed the talent for such magic.

  They could only imitate the goblins, increasing the caliber of their city - defense cannons, augmenting the weight of the cannonballs, and intensifying the density of the flames.

  The goblin airships took to the skies day and night, vigilantly monitoring the direction of the Dragon's Lair Tribe.

  In the entire Giant Sand City, from the elderly to the children, with the exception of the infants still being nursed, all the dwarves sprang into action.

  In the face of survival, not a single dwarf uttered a word of complaint.

  Even if there was only a one - in - ten - thousand chance, all their efforts were deemed worthwhile.

  Bang~~~

  A goblin airship floating in the sky suddenly launched a flare that spewed black smoke. The inky smoke stood out starkly against the cloudless noon sky.

  Dong~~~ Dong~~~~

  The dwarf stationed in the city's bell tower, upon spotting the black smoke, immediately sounded the alarm. The deep, resonant toll of the bell reverberated throughout Giant Sand City.

  The bronze - skinned dwarf leader's face paled instantly, and his heart plummeted. Finally...

  They had arrived.

  This was the alarm he had established.

  In the event of other circumstances, the bell would only toll once. But two tolls signified that the alarm could only be sounded upon sighting the ogres advancing towards Giant Sand City.

  And now... They were here.

  “All hands to the city walls!!”

  The dwarf leader brandished his large hammer and roared.

  “The ogres are attacking!!”