"T-This crazy do– dawg!" Ascalon cursed.
However, the expression on his face was unclear. It was as though the SS-ranker didn't know whether he was angry or happy.
The objective of Hark's party, the fastest workers among the wretches of Egress, was to retrieve Nando's head and dig three target graves — four if possible.
The half-dog went batshit insane and went for seven graves.
Ascalon knew that dogs were naturally good at digging, 'but seven?...damn…'
It was unclear whether the last word in the SS-ranker's thoughts was an expression of his being impressed at the wretched kobold's efficiency and boldness or a curse at the current situation.
A few dozen meters behind the crumbling defensive lines of the Damnedlings of Egress were two small groups of seven and eight Damnedlings digging through the condensed ash.
