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    The volume of Lancelot’s shout even startled himself, and the two bear goblins in front of him were shocked to the point of falling on their butts, eyes rolling back as they entered a dizzy state.

    The scene momentarily entered a rather eerie silence, and Lancelot had to use a normal volume to say,

    "Hurry up and disappear from my sight!"

    The two bear goblins finally reacted, scarcely believing they could survive, and quickly scrambled up to flee the place.

    Two more bear goblins jumped out from behind a large rock, loudly calling out and hastily following their companions to escape.

    Lancelot turned back to find Bruto had already dealt with his enemy. The corpse on the ground had both its knees shattered, and a large dent in its head.

    The dwarf looked to be in not too bad a shape, his shield now sporting a few more white marks, and it seemed he had taken a hit from a nail-headed hammer, leaving his armor somewhat deformed.

    "Are you alright?" Lancelot asked as he walked over, concern in his voice.

    "Just a little bruising, I’ll be fine after some rest," Bruto said with a carefree smile. "I took a hit, but in return, I landed a fatal blow. It was a good trade."

    "What did I tell you before?" Lancelot shook his head helplessly. "Never mind, it seems anger really does give you strength."

    "The victory over the Berserk Demon might be attributed to anger and luck, but in this fight, you truly showed the talent of a warrior," Barrend and Kalalin also approached, the elder dwarf looking at his son with emotion. "I must admit, among dwarves your age, you’re the strongest I’ve seen."

    "Isn’t that true for all the dwarves you’ve seen?" Bruto said, unable to conceal his joy at his father’s praise.

    "No, your dad at his peak was still a bit stronger than you."

    "Dad, you must be bragging!"

    "Hahahaha..."

    Kalalin’s eyes shone with a bright magical light, and his vision suddenly gained a powerful penetrating ability, allowing him to see through rock and earth. After getting used to this peculiar vision, he quickly spotted an unusual patch of ground.

    "There, there’s a room underground." Kalalin continued to examine the area and finally found further clues, "Under that pile of ore, there’s a handle, that must be the mechanism."

    Bruto, too impatient to wait, rushed over and started shoveling away the loose ore, and indeed found a handle.

    He pulled the handle up and suddenly a low rumbling sound was heard, and the ground beside them slowly parted, revealing steps leading down to a small room.

    "Ha, so it was underground." Barrend scratched his head, "I had been focusing on the surrounding walls just now, no wonder I couldn’t find it."

    "Empiricism can be deadly." Bruto teased as he entered the basement room with the others.

    The room had clearly been designed with only Dwarves or Gnomes in mind, the ceiling not exceeding seven feet. Lancelot had to lean slightly, or his great sword would get stuck.

    Inside the room, there were dozens of bedrolls, boxes and barrels for storing goods, as well as spare shovels and cross pickaxes.

    Barrend was not pleased with the condition of the tools, but it was well-known that years of enslavement had robbed the Gray Dwarves of any passion for their work.

    His gaze shifted from the shabby tools and he walked to the end of the room, where there was a small table.

    On the table hung a giant mining map with markings of new tunnels added by miners from different eras, or spots where collapses had occurred.

    Looking at the map, the group realized that the nickname ’Demon’s Intestines’ was quite apt. The directions of the tunnels were so chaotic that if demons had intestines, they probably looked like this.

    Barrend, however, was engrossed in reading a journal. The journal was written in Dwarven, the lingua franca of the mining world. It recorded information about each team that went down into the mine, their purpose, and what they harvested.

    The most recent entry was from a week ago, written in simple terms:

    "Twelve Gray Dwarf Miners, team leader Dunif. Plan to head to workings fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen."

    The harvest column was left blank, it seems they had not made it back here.