"Just like two days ago, they are hiding in the fortress and busy preparing for war. Your Majesty, it seems that these black dwarfs are in trouble today." There was an undisguised gloating in General Dakisas' voice.
"Okay, Drakkisath, notify Wyrmthalak and have his troops be on high alert and monitor the development of the war between the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Alliance at all times."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
After General Drakkisath received the order to retreat, Nefarian felt a little relieved.
In terms of the Alliance's military strength, it is unlikely that they will have enough strength to advance into the upper levels of Blackrock Spire after defeating the Dark Iron Dwarves. Moreover, the Old Horde under Nefarian is actually quite strong and very brave. Even if the target of this Alliance army was originally the Old Horde itself, it would be difficult for it to take over Blackrock Spire.
Nefarian has already determined his response to the arrival of the Alliance army. He will observe carefully and try not to conflict with the Alliance army.
But if the Alliance army crosses the border, his attitude will not be weak. He will make the Alliance understand that Blackrock Spire is a tough nut to crack. Since Blackrock Spire itself is of little value to humans and Bronzebeard dwarves, the Alliance will probably not fight to the death with the old tribe in Blackrock Spire.
Under Nefarian's watch, the Alliance's army gradually approached Blackrock Spire. Pieces of intelligence were delivered to Nefarian by his subordinates one after another, and soon Nefarian felt something was wrong.
"You mean, those Dark Iron dwarves didn't stay in their fortress, but instead ran out of the fortifications and are now forming a battle line?" Nefarian looked at General Lashlayer across from him in surprise. "Could it be that they want to have a battle lined up with the Alliance?"
The Dragon General was also puzzled. He said puzzledly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I also think this is very unreasonable, but it is the fact."
Nefarian and Lashlayer couldn't understand what the Dark Iron Dwarves wanted to do. Their actions were very abnormal, and their current approach was completely to play to their weaknesses and avoid their strengths. But based on their understanding of the Dark Iron Dwarves, although the Dark Iron Dwarves were stubborn, they were by no means stupid. Why on earth were they doing this?
Nefarian's question was soon answered. A dragonfly messenger quickly climbed to the top of the tower and said in a panic, "Oh no, Your Majesty! The Alliance is not fighting the Dark Iron Dwarves. On the contrary, they have joined forces with the Dark Iron Dwarves and launched an attack on Hodmar City from two directions. General Wyrmthalak requests that you send reinforcements as soon as possible."
"What did you say?" Lashlayer said in disbelief. "How could the Dark Iron Dwarves possibly join forces with the Alliance?"
The messenger quickly defended himself: "This is true, General. We saw it with our own eyes. The situation below is urgent."
"But……"
"Alright," Nefarian stood up, his expression extremely serious. In a short time, he had already understood the seriousness of the situation. "No matter what the reason for the Dark Iron Dwarves to join forces with the Alliance, it has now become an accompli. The Blackrock Tribe alone is not that attractive to the Alliance. I'm afraid their real target is us, Alazam-"
"Here." The messenger responded loudly to the Black Dragon King.
"Go give orders to General Drakkisath to lead the Shattershield Legion to support Wyrmthalak. No matter how many orcs and trolls die, we must defend the city of Hodmar."
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
The messenger took the order and left. Nefarian then looked at his general and said, "Lashlayer, go lead the other dragonmen in making preparations. I think we'll have to move."
This news caught Lashler off guard. He opened his mouth wide and tried to defend himself:
"Is it really that serious, Your Majesty? We've been operating here for years and have controlled so many orcs and trolls. Wouldn't it be a shame to just give up? Even if the Alliance and the Dark Iron Dwarves join forces, it won't be easy for them to capture Blackrock Spire."
"That's not the case, Lashlayer," Nefarian shook his head. The thought of giving up years of hard work didn't sit well with him. "Whether the Alliance can take Blackrock Spire or not, this place is no longer safe. Mortals and dragons of other races will surely come one after another. Even if we can repel a few attacks, we'll eventually be no match. Rather than panicking then, it's better to evacuate some of our forces now based on the situation."
Lachler reluctantly pressed on, "But, Your Majesty, where can we move to?"
"Don't worry, General. I arranged a retreat several years ago." Nefarian looked to the north. "We will build another lair in Grim Batol."
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