"Damn it! How did he find our trap?!"
"Frost Magic! Damn! This magic-wielding human, he's discovered our weakness!"
"We can't let him advance any further! The territory ahead belongs to the Iron Teeth Tribe! We cannot lose our mines!"
"We must do something!"
"Release the big one!"
"Are you sure?!"
"Sure! Quick!"
"But who will go to release it?!"
"You go!"
"No! You go!!"
"I'll never ride that thing that hasn't been tested!"
A group of Mole People screeched and squabbled, shoving each other... These noisy fellows were only like ratmen when they were scared.
It was hopeless.
Fighting was not their forte, and the fact that the enemy could use magic made it much more difficult than dealing with those clumsy rock golems.
Finally, three Mole People were squeezed out and, with the urging of their tribespeople, crawled toward the depths of the tunnel with faces full of dismay.
