Tonight Sergeant Fico's expeditionary camp was the turn of Ori the Dirty Eagle, a camp on the edge of a mysterious overgrown oasis where the jungle seemed to emerge overnight, and although the veteran liked to have a drink every half hour, he took his duties very seriously—he hadn't drunk a drop of wine since nightfall, and it was almost dawn now.

He patted his large-caliber musket, he liked this weapon, after all, this was an "import" from the Northland, it was amazingly powerful and accurate, and it was a symbol of honor that those hairy recruits could even touch one.

Ollie sighed softly, and soon his duty would be over, and when the time came, he would be able to open a bottle of his private cherry wine and take two sips for a good night's sleep.

The rustling sound of the bushes made the veteran's face disappear in an instant, and then they jumped up at a speed that most people could not match, and in the no-man's land of Kohor, they could be attacked by all kinds of strange creatures, velociraptors, odd birds, evil races, and nasty things that looked like big flowers or dryads.

A soldier stumbled forward, disheveled and tattered, with a white bear hugging a tree embroidered on his chest badge, and he gave Ollie a look of embarrassment, and then fell down at once, and Ollie didn't even have time to catch the other's body.

"Nose!" Ollie called out to his companions: "We are in trouble! ”

A few seconds later, all the guards on duty arrived, and a veteran began to bandage the wounds of the heroic scout, but Ollie sadly realized that the young man was obviously not better, and that Sergeant Tilly's camp was not qualified to cooperate with the priest, and when Ollie leaned down towards him, the scout eagerly reached out and grabbed Ollie's arm.

"Short...... Dwarf. The scout said in a hoarse voice, "Attack...... Frontier camp, facing east...... I'm not a deserter. ”

His eyes were open, and his stiff body fell to the ground with no strength, his brown hair stained with blood.

"You're not a deserter, you delivered the news, well done, warrior." Ollie patted him on the shoulder a little awkwardly, "Now, get some rest." ”

"He was hacked in the back." The veteran who bandaged the scout's wounds said, "It's so ruthless, it's hard to imagine how this Virgian got here." ”

"The dwarves are here again." Ollie said, "May the glory of El Sara bless us. ”

A minute later, two ravens were released from the Fico Expeditionary Force camp, and as a precaution, Black, the fastest and most physically strong, ran east toward the northern castle as fast as he could, praying to the gods that he would catch up in time.

The others were also packing their bags and preparing to rush to the camp where they were informed.

……

The dwarves marched eastward from late night until dawn, far away from Vegia's forward command post, meeting little resistance other than to actively attack the three outpost camps on their way, and as they made their way through the sprawling oasis, they discovered the ruins of a camp.

The campfire had been extinguished, but the coals were still warm, not even stained with much ash, and the dwarves could not tell who had been stationed here, for in the no-man's land of Kohor there were often rebels and bandits, and some evil races from afar would also set up camp until they found some broken crossbow arrows in the camp and decided that it was an army outpost.

McNee wondered if their actions were still unknown.

As time passed, the rift appeared to their left, and the winding road led them into the gently undulating hills, which seemed to be lucky enough for them to cross and find their military target, the Northern Castle.

McNee glanced at the sky, the night was near, and the dawn was approaching, so he ordered to halt his progress: "Rest for a while, let's stop here for a while, brothers of the clan, settle down, and pray to your gods, that our hearts may be ready for battle, and our souls may face possible death." ”

After a long night of travel, even the dwarves will be tired no matter how strong they are, and they will need to get in order before attacking the end of this run.

……

General Duncan Alley, the chief knight of the expeditionary force, woke up before dawn as usual, quickly got out of bed, rinsed his mouth while pouring water on his face, and then got dressed and began to trim his beard and beard, which was a rare concern for his appearance, Duncan saw in the mirror that there were many bruises under his eyes.

Over the past few weeks, the Expeditionary Force has been forced to abandon the land of Wonder and retreat to the Kohor Theater, while the Union Army is regrouping the remnants of the defeated army, and some skirmishes have broken out at the junction of Mirn and Kohor, with news that the adversary is making a big deal about the "Invasion is coming" and "Everyone will die here".

"It seems that the victory of the dwarves has restored their confidence." Duncan thought, ate a sausage for breakfast with strong tea, and headed off to his usual patrol route.

Despite the fact that it was still early, the letter officer was keenly aware of him, and shook his fist in greeting, so Duncan nodded, and the two of them climbed the watchtower together, and the dawn had come, and the jungle and the hills and ravines were dyed pink and crimson by the morning light, and the clouds in the sky were painted with Phnom Penh.

"It's going to be a good day." The signalman spoke.

"I hope so." Duncan said, "Was there anything unusual last night?" ”

"I don't see any signals or ravens." "Last night was very quiet, and everyone slept deeply, until in the middle of the night a patrol was caught drinking at night and sent to the place of trial," said the officer. ”

"The night is long, drink some wine to refresh yourself, and I do it often, and the Inquisition will punish him to sweep the stables." Duncan laughed, and then his eyes suddenly narrowed: "Is that a raven?" ”

The letter officer followed his gaze, and his face became solemn: "That's right. ”

Although ravens are quite obedient messengers, I am afraid that no one likes them now, because in times of war, these little black creatures are often not good news, and when they appear, it means that some trouble has happened.

The messenger blew his whistle, stretched out his hand to summon the raven, took off the parchment, did not open it, and handed it to Duncan Alley.

"Bad news." Duncan said, "Scouts report that McNee Thunderblade has led the dwarves in an assault on Vegea's frontier camp, and they're heading east, and I have reason to suspect that the Northern Castle is their next target. ”

After saying that, he handed the parchment scroll to the letter officer, and said again as the other party carefully examined it: "Tashanmu is eager to regain the lost territory, and wants to use the power of the Thunderblade Clan to further frustrate the opponent, and I should do the same, after all, we have the advantage, and if there is enough time, the expeditionary force will find a way to deal with that dwarf sooner or later." ”

"What should we do?" The letter officer looked up.

"Send a letter to the commanders of the expeditionary force." Duncan said as he quickly left the watchtower and ordered the guards waiting under the tower: "The northern castle is in a state of war, let the soldiers be ready for battle, and release all the scouts." In addition, send a team of elite soldiers to guard the square, and be sure to maintain the smooth flow of the teleportation array, we are going to give those little men a hard time here. ”

In order to ensure victory, a lot of preparation was required in an orderly manner, and the northern castle quickly woke up at dawn, the soldiers were busy checking the city defenses to make sure that every cannon and crossbow machine was in good condition, and the spellcasters were running back and forth from the mage towers, the light they emitted formed an elemental curtain.