Chapter 1462 Harvest
The ancient Dwarf chief could be called a hero, at least in the hearts of his troops he was a hero.
He faced his own death calmly, without shrinking back or showing any fear, which is something most people cannot do.
In fact, not long after the battle began, everyone, including the ancient Dwarf chief, knew that the chief was no match for the opposing leader.
Perhaps if the opponent’s leader had not summoned Puppets, the ancient Dwarf might have had a chance of winning, given the ancient Dwarf’s varied tactics, and without Puppets, the opponent was extremely vulnerable.
In such a situation, the chances were quite significant.
But the ancient Dwarf did not, instead he faced the enemy in their strongest state. Beyond not wanting to win was not only a dazzling glory, but more so a pursuit and passion for engineering.
A leader who loved his subordinates, who had aspirations, and who feared not death - his life dissipated in front of them, his soul tearing apart into countless pieces, completely vanishing from this world.
Uldaman’s side was unspeakably sorrowful; in a leader-to-leader combat, originally with five leaders, they ended up not winning a single battle, all ended in failure.
Especially their leader, his death was utterly tragic, leaving all the soldiers filled with indignant expressions.
But indignation aside, morale had been consistently undermined, making them perceive this army as terribly fearsome, fundamentally devoid of any morale.