Chapter 333 The Retreating Dwarf Army

Seeing this, the black-robed skeleton took out thirty-six high-level magic crystals and placed them around the one-time long-distance teleportation array.

After the dark knight and the nightmare mount entered the teleportation array, the black-robed skeleton directly started the teleportation.

After the light, a skeleton, a mummy, and a horse disappeared in the territory of Xiqiu Province.

As for the millions of low-level undead and eight low-level undead generals who stayed behind, they were abandoned as abandoned pawns to cover up their true purpose.

Half a month later, the eight dwarf legends arrived in Xiqiu Province and used violent means to disperse the gray-black fog in Xiqiu Province, and at the same time went out to clean up the undead here.

For Xiqiu Province, where there were no living people, the eight dwarf legends did not care at all. The most violent means were used. The hills turned into plains, the plains turned into swamps, and the earth spells were used to sink the whole city into the ground. Everything was just the eight legends venting their anger.

They found that they were deceived.

There were no legendary undead here, which made them feel cheated.

It was a great shame that they were scared by the gray-black fog.

Why did this sudden and sudden undead disaster occur? Neither the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom nor the Kingdom of Elijah know.

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The 27th Corps, which had been silent for a month, moved again.

On the southeast bank of the Misty River, in the northwest of the Xigas Province, the 80,000 dwarf troops who escaped from the Xiqiu Province survived a life-and-death crisis and were about to face another war.

The 28th Corps took the lead and blocked the border between the Xigas Province and the Dukedom of Hador, cutting off their possibility of retreating to the northeast.

As for the legend of the dwarves in the sky, except for the soldiers at the bottom who did not know the truth and were still expecting it, the dwarf leaders were already thinking about which direction to retreat.

How could a fully staffed human corps, five legions, and more than 200,000 troops resist with only 80,000 of them?

"Governor, I suggest retreating to the West Hill Province." A young dwarf viscount made a shocking statement, which instantly quieted the noisy conference room.

Although the West Hill Province has been cleaned up by the legends and the undead are almost extinct, the land is still surrounded by the breath of death. Without the purification of the priests, this is a Jedi for the living. It is better to stick to this place and die in battle.

If they die on the battlefield, they will have the opportunity to go to the kingdom of the dwarf mountain god.

If they fall in the West Hill Province polluted by the breath of death, they will become ugly undead, which is absolutely not allowed.

"Get out."

Jed Ironforge, the governor of the West Hill Province, pointed at the young dwarf viscount and scolded him mercilessly.

Seeing his colleagues around him treat him coldly, the young dwarf viscount realized what he had done this time, lowered his head, and was driven out of the conference room in disgrace.

Afterwards, everyone had a heated discussion again. There was only one core issue, which was to let the troops evacuate the West Gas Province at the lowest cost.

For this reason, there were two different opinions.

The first view is that the 80,000 troops can retreat safely by boat through the Misty River.

The reason for opposition is also very simple. All the ships combined can only transport 5,000 soldiers at a time, and the human army will not give them enough time to retreat.

The second view is to retreat to the southwest, and if they encounter the human army, they will sacrifice a small group of troops to preserve the large troops and continue to retreat.

But whose troops will be sacrificed first and whose troops will be reserved first became the reason for everyone's quarrel.

No one wants their troops to be abandoned as abandoned pawns, and they all hope that their troops will be reserved first.

"I decided to retreat from two directions."

In the end, Jed Ironforge, the governor of the West Hill Province, was ready to adopt this compromise plan.

Each of these dwarf nobles under his command has his own interests. If they continue to quarrel, there is no need to talk about retreating. Just sit and wait for death.

"Andra, although your troops only have 3,000 soldiers, they are part of the kingdom's army and are also the most elite of our army. I will give you two-thirds of the ships and let you retreat northward along the Misty River while taking away important supplies." Jade pointed to a golden mid-level dwarf warrior and said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged dwarf general heard this and stood up and answered loudly: "Yes, Governor."

"The rest of the army will follow this governor and go south all the way, cross the Misty River from the short stone mouth on the border, and enter the Gray Wasteland."

"Each of you select 1,000 soldiers to form a 15,000-man force to open the way for the army to go south as a vanguard army."

Jed looked at the embarrassed faces of the crowd, thought for a while, and then said: "The undead disaster broke out in the West Hill Province, and some dwarves must have entered the Gray Wasteland. As long as our army enters the Gray Wasteland, the army in your hands will not There will be no loss."

"Xiqiu Province no longer exists. I know that the army has become your last resort. If you want to pass on your family, you can't do it without the army. This governor also knows this."

"But if you waste time here and get killed and captured by humans, your family will also be cut off from inheritance."

"I will select 3,000 soldiers from my army to join the vanguard. This is my initial biggest concession. I hope you don't fail to appreciate it."

After weighing the pros and cons, the three dwarf earls and twelve dwarf viscounts finally bowed their heads to the governor.

If you don't leave here, everything you say is empty talk.

On the other side, the 135th Legion led by Weilin received an order from the Corps Headquarters to march westward and set up defenses at Ayshikou, as the last line of defense of the Corps to block the possibility of the dwarf army's escape.

Ayshikou is the narrowest and longest port in the middle section of the Misty River, and it is also the port with the most turbulent water.

Weilin stood on the shore and could clearly see the riverbed through the clear river water.

"Order the troops to cross the river and set up defenses on the west bank of Ayshikou." Weilin pointed to the other side of the river and ordered everyone.

Some of the noble generals following Weilin understood his intention, while others were puzzled by the order.

However, no one disobeyed the order of Weilin, the legion commander, and began to let his troops cross the river.

Setting up defenses on the east bank and directly fighting with the dwarf army, for this group of pitiful soldiers, his troops might not be able to withstand it.

Mobilize the army to the west bank, arrange the army in battle array, concentrate on using archers, move the magic cannon to a higher position, and directly attack the dwarf troops crossing the river. It is simple and convenient, and it can also reduce the casualties of the army.

"Kyle, let Cassius lead 2,000 troops to burn down all the forest houses within 30 kilometers on the east bank of the Abyss. Destroy everything that can build ships."

"Yes, my lord."