Armand's Adam's apple bobbed twice, he wiped his mouth, and looked at the musketeers in the distance.
A subordinate dwarf scout reports:
"Lord Armand, we have driven most of humanity out of the northern mountains. Now all the open-pit copper mines, coal mines, stone mines, and gem mines here belong to us!"
The dwarf lord Armand asked in confusion, "How many human lords are there around here?"
"We've already crushed several cunning human lords. The dwarven rangers are now sweeping away all the surrounding enemies on their snow wolf sleds."
Turin is a real world. Humans and dwarves are not the same race, so when they meet, they either negotiate or are directly expelled or killed if they are not qualified to negotiate.
Needless to say, when you encounter a lord, it's a completely different species, who cares about your life or death.
Therefore, the three or five lords in the nearby forests and snow-capped mountains were driven out and defeated by the vanguard of the Golden Goblet tribe's dwarfs, becoming exiles who lost their territories.
A strong dwarf, a dwarf general clad in full armor, said, "Armand, I have discovered traces of the human lord!"
Armand asked in confusion, "Are there any traces of human lords?"
General "Red Hammer" Bodun said, "We have learned a lot from the Imperial Territory. A large number of Chosen Ones have appeared in the Dwarven territory. These guys have successively established territories in various Dwarven territories. They are all people who have fallen from the sky. The same is true in our northern mountains. A large number of Chosen One lords, including elves, humans, half-elves, goblins, and even undead tribes, have appeared!"
"What about the imperial orders from above?"
The Dwarven Empire is vast, ruling over an immense territory. This forest is merely a small part of the empire's overall reach. Their mission is to occupy this central metal mine and extract its ore to provide a continuous supply of resources for the Golden Goblet tribe and the empire.
To contribute to the construction of the Dwarf Empire!
"The Empire's orders require us to disperse and destroy all the Chosen alien lords in the vicinity. As for the dwarven Chosen lords, they can be given appropriate protection... Currently, we have a total of 23 dwarven lords under our command seeking our alliance and protection, and wanting to apply to establish territories in the surrounding area. I have already approved their territorial construction."
"The fortress is rising, and the glory of the dwarves will extend to every corner of the material plane."
General "Red Hammer" Podun looked slightly excited and said, "Most of these dwarf lords are very eloquent. The leader is a gray-bearded dwarf named Loire. Although he is a bit ugly, he speaks very well and is good at flattery and bootlicking."
Because of their short stature, dwarves are difficult to distinguish from each other from a distance. Therefore, their most distinctive feature is not their eyes or attire, but their iconic beards! Red, crimson, white, black—beards come in all shapes and sizes. Each dwarf's beard has subtle differences and distinctions, which other races cannot discern, perceiving dwarves as all looking the same.
In fact, dwarves can tell whether someone is of noble lineage and worth simply by looking at the style of their beard from a distance. Some special dwarven beard knots can only be used by large dwarven clans and nobles; if other ordinary dwarves use them, it is considered an overstepping of boundaries and will be severely punished.
Lord Armand Evariste of the Northern Fortress pondered for a moment and said:
"Since the Chosen Ones have already descended, and are eloquent and fond of flattery, let them fight like dogs with those human, elf, goblin, and undead Chosen One lords. We just need to keep them on a leash and provide them with the corresponding assistance."
At that moment, another dwarven lord, Abbot Bodu, walked out from the iron Frost Gate.
He exuded an aura of frost and exhaled a cloud of white mist.
"We discovered a sizable force at the foot of the mountain, numbering over three hundred. The human noble lord seems to be plotting to retake our Northern Fortress."
"Human forces?"
"Regular army or ragtag army?"
The so-called regular army consists of the human race's orthodox griffins, archers, cavalry, and members of the noble knight orders brought by lords. Those brave knights can easily take on ten men at once, especially those knights who have been awarded titles and ranks, who are far more ferocious than knight squires.
"A ragtag army, consisting of 125 Tier 1 cavemen, more than 200 thieves and big-eared monsters, and 5 Tier 2 wolf warriors, a typical ragtag force."
"Is there any need to worry so much about a ragtag unit? It's only a little over three hundred people."
In terms of organization, the Swarm (large): 250-499, only three hundred people, were not taken seriously by Armand Evariste, the vanguard lord of the Northern Fortress of the Dwarven Empire. What kind of trouble could three hundred people pose?
"No...no, their lord is incredibly powerful!"
"More than a dozen of our scout teams have been killed."
"?"
"The lord's strength is terrifying? Just how terrifying?"
"I don't know... The troops we encountered have been completely wiped out. We lost at least twelve groups of scouts, and they are still advancing. It shouldn't take more than an hour or two before we encounter the first Chosen Dwarf territory."
"oh?"
The unusual event piqued the interest of the dwarf chieftain.
"Keep an eye on it. The Northern Fortress is built on a mountain. Our only goal and mission is to protect this rich mining area and drive all the alien race lords and their troops out of the Northern Fortress!"
"yes."
General "Red Hammer" Podun looked at Lord Armand beside him and asked, "How about I lead my elite musketeers to meet him?"
Armand was not underestimating his enemy. Although the enemy's unit was just an ordinary Tier 1 force, who knew if there were any ambushes or hidden troops? They were not afraid of delaying the battle or missing opportunities. In fact, he was even more cautious about this unusual situation.
A powerful lord paired with a motley crew, from Armand's perspective after years of involvement in wars.
There must be something fishy going on here.
Something unusual must be going on.
“Continue the investigation. Let these dwarven lords sent by the Chosen Ones explore its depths. We will have to pay for the scouts we lost with human blood sooner or later.”
"Kill a group of miners? They have been working for 46 hours straight and are exhausted. Some of the elderly, children, and women are too weak to go to their deaths."
"kill!"
"Humans want to survive, so they don't work? How can that be?"
General "Red Hammer" Boduon immediately went to issue the order.
Armand Evariste pondered the information Abbott Bodu had obtained. A keen sixth sense told him that things might be in serious trouble. But unfounded worries stemming from a lack of intelligence were pointless—something any composed ruler should know. More than 85% of the fears would never materialize. "I hope you don't mess with us, you despicable human."
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