The next morning, Maro woke up… The Amazon's were fucking durable… they could handle his Holy Divine Orgasmic powers a lot better than regular women… he was exhausted. He left Gurda and her cohort of Amazon warriors to sleep it off.
Maro, being the first one awake, decided to go for a walk and inspect how far the tunnels have come along… the 15 men they brought from the town were busy digging, they worked all day and night… any free time they had it was stolen by the Amazons… so they worked and worked.
First thing Maro healed all of them and distributed some cactus wine… He knew how these men felt… he would protect them for a bit so they could have a moment of peace. The amazons usually showed up later in the work day, especially the Crones with Earth magic… they were almost nocturnal.
While he was waiting for his hungover friends to show up, he decided to get a workout in… he grabbed his Great Maul and started bashing large boulders.
What took the regular men hours to bash such large boulders, Maro was shattering them with one blow… This was nostalgic, it brought back memories of the Logging camp. Blow after blow after blow rang out, destroying house sized boulders… the men finished their wine and break and started clearing the smaller debris.
Soon the boys arrived, being powerful as well, Goldie and Kadrin grabbed some pickaxes and started hammering away… Kadrin and his Dwarven genetics somehow knew every weak spot in the boulders and would crack them with ease.
Gnarlo didn't do hard physical labour… he just ordered the men around to get the flow down pat.
Eventually the Amazon's came down and their pace exploded, rock was being destroyed at an incredible pace, all the debris was being siphoned out by the Earth. Their pace was going non stop until the night hit… and then dread would seep into their bones as men would disappear for the night.
Very early on the Quad Force, had agreed that the only way to survive was to rotate amongst themselves and be a sacrifice… some nights one sacrifice was not enough…
But every morning, all the men were healed up by Maro and they worked and worked and worked.
The monotonous rock breaking helped the men survive and the wine healed their traumas… but every night was dangerous… they were extremely motivated to finish the tunnel… and they did after a couple of weeks.
They had cleared out 90% of the tunnel from their end, while the Fortress laborers barely pushed in a couple kilometers.
The happiness that erupted when the tunnel was cleared was unbelievable. They had beer and whiskey brought down so everyone could drink, both sides embraced eachother…
They drank well into the night… the Last Bastion laborers suddenly got quiet… The Fortress laborers were unaware of the Amazon's reputation… Slowly but surely workers were disappearing throughout the night… some of the idiots even went willingly for their first times.
For the first time in a long time, the Last Bastion side drank peacefully well into the next morning.