"Uh......h Woo. ”

At night, the rainforest was clouded with a haze, the howl of a wild beast like a wolf and a fox, blood-stained leaves dancing in the wind, and a terrible whistling sound in the forest.

Atas leaned against the trunk of the tree, his halberd in his hand and looked around vigilantly, like a warrior in a desperate situation, his resolute face was covered with sweat from the long period of consumption, and the wound on his back was aching.

Fox wolf, fox wolf!

He never imagined that there were so many and so strong fox wolves in the Northland, these fox wolves had obvious social characteristics, they were organized, planned, tactical, and even more exaggerated, they could actually use tools and weapons.

These weren't the beasts he'd seen in the Swamp at all, but a new, terrifying humanoid species!

On more than one occasion, Attas saw these foxwolves, armed with long blades, steel ropes, and bows and arrows, using traps and numerical superiority to hunt his people as if they were prey.

"Disperse, attack!"

"Hunt their heads!"

The looming figure and the howls made Atas realize that the attack was not over, and that another wave of enemy reinforcements had arrived.

It's been two days...... Atas Ambition took a deep breath, maybe because of food, maybe because of greed, or maybe just because of the desire to kill, anyway, from the moment the two sides met, the fox wolves launched an endless attack on the dwarves of the Grey Keep, their energy seemed to be endless, and their numbers were almost inexhaustible, so that until now, the dwarves have not even closed their eyes for a moment, they have not even eaten food or drank a sip of water!

Rao is dwarves, no matter how strong their physical fitness is, they can't withstand this level of attrition, not to mention that the dwarves of Grey Keep are not good at fighting.

Over time, Atas went from being at ease at the beginning to struggling slightly, and now to being exhausted, and it was difficult for the ambitious clans, who had been so badly damaged by the Battle of the Three Forts, to face a large-scale attack of this magnitude, and they could not fight a protracted war with any army without supplies, positions, and support.

The Greykeep dwarves were forced to retreat and shrink their defenses again and again, and were eventually forced deep into the jungle.

The legendary halberd trembled slightly, and the sore muscles and tired spirit challenged the will of the dwarven prince at all times. Eventually, Atas stretched out his tongue to moisten his chapped lips, picked up his halberd and walked forward, the head of the wolf soldier rushing into the woods soaring into the sky, warm blood spilling on his face.

Right next to him, the exhausted dwarven warrior was pounced on by the fox wolf, the flesh biting and the cry of pain for help.

Atas wanted to go to the rescue, but his body did not obey the call, and it was this millimeter difference, when he picked the fox wolf to kill, he found that the dwarf guard had bitten off his neck, blood gushed out of his throat, and his body twitched and made a "ho, ho" sound, obviously unable to live.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Atas shouted at his people that if they wanted to reduce their losses, they had to narrow the defensive circle as much as possible, but at the same time, the other party's encirclement was also shrinking, and the situation would become more and more critical.

The only chance to survive is to break through.

But Atas didn't try, and the Prince of Ambition, who still had enough strength to survive, tried to break through with his own people, but the foxwolves were faster and sharper, and they carried the message with a very efficient howl, and then all followed the Greykeep dwarves in groups.

In the two-and-a-half-day war of attrition, the battlefield has shifted five places, that is, the dwarves of the Grey Keep have made five breakthroughs, but all of them have failed, and without a large-area killing spell, they simply cannot cope with an attack of this scale.

Even the legendary halberd can play very little role in a war, and it cannot be the difference between victory and defeat.

At this time, Atas couldn't help but think of Prince Maran, not to mention that all the Thunder Roar Clan was present, even if the Red Keep only sent a small group of spellcasters to assist, they would not fall into such a situation.

……

"Isn't it...... Overdone? ”

With a little firefly in the night, Karanu Burning Mane crouched on the tree, staring at the dense forest burning with blood and fire in the distance: "The dwarves who are losing ground are not what we want, and I am afraid that they will lose the courage to break through." ”

"It's just that I taught them the rules of the Northlands first."

Not far from him, Sylnu Bloodtooth said, stepping on the trunk of a tree on all fours, very different from his companions next to him, looking more like a beast: "It's not that we didn't give these gnomes a chance, it's just that they're too weak, and that weapon is a little interesting." ”

Like most humanoid races, these Northland werewolves will use their clan name as their surname, and the clan leader will add a "Nu" to the end of their name as a symbol, indicating that the Wolfheart Council is quite attentive to the first order of the Northern Empire, and the leaders of two clans are present in person.

"I don't understand how that guy could be interested in these gnomes, I don't see any better than fox wolves, that guy should pay more attention to our demands." Hill then added.

"They're not gnomes, they're dwarves, haven't you seen dwarves?"

Karanu Burnmane corrected him seriously: "Maybe it's just that guy who is interested, but you know that this order was given by that pesky gnoll." ”

"Hogg, you say? I've seen him a long time ago. Many years ago, he brought a bunch of pus-sores and soft-boggled eggs to join the Bloodtooth Clan, but I didn't say yes. The guy was very big, I have an impression. ”

"Make it up however you want."

Karanu's beard trembled, his eyes glanced away, and at that moment he saw a not-so-fiery light burst from the depths of the forest, and then quickly said: "These dwarves have finally decided to try again, get out of the way for them, call your people back, don't let them lose more, or it will be difficult to explain when the time comes." ”

After saying that, the other leader immediately let out a heaving howl, and the ears of the fox-werewolves fighting on the battlefield moved, and some of them silently left the battlefield and disappeared into the dark jungle.

……

"Follow me!"

Prince Atas held his halberd and gambled on all the recklessness to charge, just now, the dwarves had seen a possible gap in the fight, and he knew that this was the last chance for the Ambitious Clan, and immediately decided to break out for the sixth time - if he still couldn't get alive this time, then he was willing to die first.

He and his people raced forward in the darkness, the hoarse howl of foxwolves, Attas, who had once been a valiant dwarven prince, now like a destitute refugee, his arrows and blades leaving indelible marks on his face and body, his armor was scarred, his hair was stained red with blood, and even his right arm, which held the halberd, had been ripped off a large piece of flesh by a fox wolf sneak attacker.

But even so, Atas managed to accomplish an unattainable feat in this situation, leading the Greykeep Dwarves to break through and return to the territory of the Northern Empire's Fortress of Sighs.

As the majestic fortress revealed its outline in the rising sun and gradually expanded, the foxwolves pursued more and more fiercely, but at last they suddenly gave up their pursuit, and stopped on the low hill some distance from the fortress, and glared at the dwarf who was already struggling with a hostile and vicious gaze.

It seems that these fox wolves know very well what this fortress means, and they are afraid of this place. Atas thought.

After finding that the fox wolf was not pursuing, the dwarven prince adjusted his body to slow down, stopped and turned his head, and said to the embarrassed clansmen with his halberd: "Ask the Northern Empire for help, we agree to join the ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he fainted from the weight of his body and the sudden relaxation of his spirit.

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