"Brothers, keep pushing! We're almost at the designated coordinates!"
Underneath the soil layer of the Wolf camp, the player strategist known as "Domestic 003" was swinging an engineer's shovel, continuously widening the upward-slanting passage. He no longer showed any of the high spirits from three days ago; now, his entire body and equipment were covered with dirt and sweat stains, looking disheveled and unkempt, just like those defeated adventurers.
But his mental state was still excellent.
So good that he was almost exhilarated.
He shouted out like a foreman, but the surrounding players and NPCs did not respond to his enthusiastic cheer.
