Eli Steiner roared, "Kill them!"

A force of over 200 dwarves, along with another dwarf player lord, formed a small group with him and charged across the mountains toward Su Yue's vanguard. But even in the charge, Eri Stina felt a sense of dread.

He was a dwarf player from the Kingdom of De, and one of the defeated opponents who had been humiliated and defeated by Su Yue.

Looking at the second-tier blind warriors in the distance, and those first-tier peasant thugs clad in armor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

"The White Horse Lord's army, a dark mass, he's here again!"

The second-tier dwarven warrior legion charged towards the advancing troops! But a strange thing happened: their attack of two hundred men didn't put much pressure on the enemy; they seemed to have other directions and targets to attack from!?

A portion of the troops were held up by Eri Stina's Tier 3 Dwarven Axe Infantry and Warhammer Infantry.

The 80+ Tier 2 dwarf pickaxe force slammed into the black torrent ahead.

But the opposing troops seemed strangely to treat them as if they were not real opponents.

Apart from a small contingent of troops directly confronting them.

Aside from withstanding Eli Steiner's offensive, the other troops are all moving diagonally at three o'clock? It seems they're trying to achieve some kind of strategic plan?

"What's going on? Why aren't they reacting to our ambush and surprise attack?"

Eri Stina, wielding a battle axe, hacked to death an incredibly tough second-tier gnoll. Blood splattered on his face, but an ominous premonition buzzed in his mind.

"Oh no!!! My flank is a supply line for grain!"

"Damn it, they're heading towards our supply point!"

"Stop them!"

The European dwarf players weren't ignorant of military strategy, but none of them expected that their weaknesses and the positions of their soldiers would be so clearly seen by the White Horse Lord... Eri Stina knew very well what kind of damage this force would cause to the entire 1600+ troops if they were allowed to break through this weak point.

The feeling is like having the sinews and bones of a cow right in front of you, but the opponent's sharp knife bypasses the sinews and bones, circles around the softest tissue, and cuts down!

"Despicable and shameless Lord White Horse!!! Aaaaaah!"

Why aren't they fighting us?

"A knife!! The blade has pierced into our carotid artery!"

Terrifying screams echoed from Loire's line of sight... Over 2,600 ragtag troops, including ratmen, dwarves, imperial, and orc soldiers and guards, Loire's organ cannons roared, and just when he thought his army could suppress the enemy...

Not far away, the howling wind was mixed with the terrifying sound of air explosions that filled Loire with fear!

"Trench!!!"

"Sir, hide quickly!"

The guards beside him, elite fourth-tier dwarven musketeers, pushed aside to protect Loire as he retreated. The dwarven organ cannons behind him hadn't even fired two rounds of attacks when they were smashed to pieces by an incredibly powerful boulder!

The third-tier strategic weapon, the dwarf organist, lay in a pool of blood, clearly reduced to a pile of minced meat.

Loire's horror was palpable!

"How could his siege weapons be so powerful?"

"Sir, the position of the organ cannon has been attacked, and we are being suppressed in terms of siege equipment!"

What about the advantage of being the first to strike and lay in wait?

"It did cause some casualties to the enemy's White Horse Lord, but not many... We didn't break through their lines!"

At this moment, an even more terrifying report reached Loire's eyes!

He is currently positioned on the left flank of the dwarf army!

A subordinate second-tier dwarf scout reported: "Eri Stina has requested urgent support! Sir, the right flank has been breached! Their main force is concentrated on the right flank and center, and has broken into our position, establishing an outpost!"

"What? Isn't the left flank their main attack direction?"

Loire's expression changed drastically.

He looked at the battle map and saw the enemy's red-clad ranks, forming more than a dozen cutting lines of attack! The dwarf army was collapsing in droves, but his left flank was also under fierce attack and bombarded by catapults.

How could their strength be so exaggerated?

Eri Stina roared in the communications: "The supply line has been cut!! Tier 5 Griffins, and Tier 4 elite Imperial cavalry... Aaaaaah!!"

A scream rang out.

Loire soon discovered that the dwarf player, Eri Stine, had died in battle...

The massive collapse of the front lines seemed to have turned all his previous efforts and elaborate plans into a sieve—yes, a sieve. During the White Horse Lord's charge, his troops were simply unable to form an effective blockade or obstruction.

"The lord is also attacking; we must retreat!"

Loire stared angrily at the lords' logs and reports... all of them contained unfavorable news.

"I'm going to be punished by that dwarven lord again..."

Their superiors are the Dwarven Empire.

The Golden Goblet Clan of the Dwarf Empire put pressure on them and set targets, but this time the plan was never completed before Su Yue's lord's main force successfully launched a surprise attack... He could hardly imagine what kind of accusations and difficulties he would face afterward! The White Horse Lord is too terrifying!!!

"They attacked the right flank, and our supply lines were cut off!"

The cries of agony continued.

Fear flashed in Nikita Pandoko's eyes. "More than 10 third-tier dwarven long-bearded hammer-wielders!!"

"Charge into battle!"

The ambush and sneak attack should have given them the upper hand, but the White Horse Lord's troops seemed to be on drugs, shouting and fighting fiercely, their morale incredibly high! They were clearly a ragtag army, and logically their morale should have plummeted and they shouldn't have been able to integrate with each other.

But before them stood the White Horse Lord's main force, a mix of dwarves and storm ratmen.

The third-tier Plague Ratman swung his flail forward.

Four or five second-tier European dwarf warriors were already defeated!

"Their Tier 3 units are performing at a level close to that of Tier 4 units!!"

"Where are the musketeers? Musketeers!! We need strategic support!"

Loire's voice came through the communicator: "Everyone retreat immediately and prepare to rendezvous with the Imperial dwarves at the northern fortress. We are no match for the White Horse Lords; the gap is too great!!"

"It collapsed at the slightest touch! How is that possible!"

Nikita Pandoko's forehead was covered in cold sweat... He had already died once before, and he didn't know if he could bear the price of dying again! The second-tier dwarven miners swung their pickaxes forward, but even though they were being met by dark, blind warriors wielding pitchforks, the second-tier dwarven pickaxe infantry kept fleeing in disarray.

"Explode!! Blow them up!"

A third-tier dwarven explosives expert started the engine... Not far away, a striking white horse figure appeared in the forest and shadows, saying, "All frontline soldiers retreat."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Seemingly anticipating the explosion and the ambush... Nikita Pandoko discovered that their pre-laid underground explosive traps had also been detected... In this respect, the dwarf lord was not as skillful as the goblin lord, and Su Yue naturally saw through the enemy's explosive traps with ease. He then gave the order to retreat.

"Trying to sabotage me? Heh."

He watched as the familiar European dwarf player lords routed their army. This battle had dismantled their flanks with masterful skill, revealing the players' lack of strategic and tactical awareness and experience. These European players clearly had little combat experience. The 1,600-strong force appeared remarkably disorganized. Attacking the flanks and troop rendezvous points allowed Su Yue to capture seven or eight dwarf player lords in succession.

"I...I surrender!!!"

Nikita Pandoko's fear was fleeting.

It's not that he didn't want to continue fighting to the death.

Instead, the morale of the dwarf troops at the front had collapsed, and most of them had already raised the white flag.

"keep going!"

...

Abbott Bodu's brown-grey beard trembled with rage... "These Chosen Ones are a complete bunch of useless trash!!!"

"My lord... Lord White Horse has already broken through the ambush position, and our main force has not yet completed its assembly."

"The White Horse Lord's troops have such high morale that they are practically fighting to the death."

"And the quality of their troops is terrifying... Do we really want to go to war with them? Now that we've lost the offensive advantage of attacking in alliance with the Ratman Lord, and the advantage of surprise attacks from ambushes, do we still want to fight?"

Abbott, with his brown-grey beard, said, “Send him a letter! We need to talk to them.”

"!!!"

The dwarven tribes of the Golden Goblet Clan behind them, along with two European logistics players, stared in utter shock at Lord Abbott. It was the first time they had ever seen the dwarven empire submit to a human lord, the Chosen One.

This is a chosen one, and also a player...

The two dwarf players behind him changed their expressions. Could it be that the Dwarf Empire really wanted to make peace with Su Yue?! After this White Horse Lord's surprise attack on the dwarf troops, he proved that the player's Chosen One troops were no match for him. He even defeated those infantrymen without paying a heavy price.

Moreover, what was even more alarming was the intelligence coming from the front lines: the White Horse Lord's forces were growing larger and larger, now exceeding 3,000.

Those dark-skinned troops, clad in full armor, moved with an eerie, rapid pace.

It's practically like using infantry as cavalry.

Moreover, they all looked like they were wearing heavy tortoise shells.

Archers and cannons couldn't penetrate it, nor could they dry it completely.

The reason why the White Horse Lord's troops fought to the death and could not be broken through was partly due to his lord's strength and various attribute bonuses, but also due to the influence of high morale!

His troops were like a fearless, death-defying army, like the undead. Their banner would not fall until the last man was dead. Even if the banner fell, their morale remained incredibly high, making them seem like a large group of unyielding ironclads, or like reefs in the ocean that the turbulent currents could not shake!

They stood firm amidst the battle.

Just watching the clash of troop types, with the White Horse Lord's army standing firm and unyielding, as stable as Mount Tai and a pine tree, was a sight to behold.

Abbott Bosch, with his brown-grey beard, no longer wanted to start a war with them!

With the addition of the giant griffins and catapults, these deadly engineering machines filled Abbott Bodu with regret, a sense of having raised a tiger that would eventually threaten him! Had he known that this chosen one was developing at such a terrifying pace, he should have spared no expense to eliminate him during the first battle with 500 men!

It's too late now!

"He must be proficient in ballistics, maybe even intermediate ballistics! How could a Chosen One be a mid-level lord of level four or above?!" Abbot Bodu, with his brown-gray beard, turned pale and then purple as he witnessed the explosive power of the catapult.

He had a vague feeling that his troops might not be a match for the enemy.

The key issue is that he's afraid to take responsibility!

Once defeated...

He was the culprit who caused the army's defeat!

But the White Horse Lord has now gained the upper hand, so what should be done next?