In the majestic palace, Hake Stone and Hoffman Ironfist sat facing each other, with glasses filled with fresh blood and wine as red as blood before them.
Despite differences in race, taste, and status, nothing stopped these two dwarves from becoming friends.
Hoffman Ironfist raised his glass and said, "Let's hope this time we can avoid needless sacrifice."
Hake Stone also lifted his glass and added, "Of course, rest assured, my friend will arrange everything properly."
After toasting and drinking deeply, a hint of redness touched the corners of their mouths.
As the wine flowed, Hake Stone asked, "The situation at the front line... I heard it's not going well."
Hoffman Ironfist did not hide the truth and nodded, saying, "Yes, that Laine's executioner came to the battlefield himself, and we couldn't hold him off. The original retreat plan had to be accelerated. We've abandoned a lot, and we've lost a lot."
