Outside the plains, Derol stared at the valley where gunfire echoed endlessly and said to the adjutant beside him: "Have all thirty tanks from the first armored battalion gone inside?"
"Yes, General. They've all entered the Path of Tempering, and the situation looks favorable so far," the adjutant replied solemnly.
Derol grinned savagely and then activated the intercom, speaking in a low voice: "The time is just about right. Let those dwarves… taste the Empire's special barbecue."
At the command of the Earth Goblin General, several metallic barrels extended from the sides of the steam tanks within the valley, emitting a pungent gasoline scent.
Suddenly, at the top of the valley, Kode felt a wave of unease rising in his chest—a bad premonition.
Having seen the power of machine guns and main cannons firsthand, the Dwarf Craftsman dared not underestimate these mysterious metallic devices, especially as he caught the distinct smell of petroleum...
