The voices had become weaker since they had become weaker after being trapped in these rooms for a while.
But when one listened closely, they could still hear the voices of the dwarves coming from these rooms.
The Dwarven King deeply knitted his brows before going over to one of the rooms and pulling out his axe. He didn't hesitate at all to swing his axe down at the wall in front of him in an attempt to break into the room.
However, the only thing that happened was that the axe bounced off the wall that he struck at.
A bitter smile appeared on the Dwarven King's face, but it wasn't one that was filled with despair.
After all, he knew that there was someone here that would be able to handle this even if he couldn't break the wall.
The only reason that the Dwarven King had done this in the first place was because he wanted to try being the one that saved his own people. But he also knew that it didn't matter if he wasn't able to save them.
