The battlefield of the Scorched Earth Hell is an extraterritorial battlefield after all, although many people are always paying attention to it, but most of them are great beings above the legend, and only these great beings can more or less understand how far-reaching the future pattern of the entire plane and the direction of the continent will be far from the 'legendary battle' of Atlantis.

For ordinary people in the Atlanta continent, November is definitely a month of peace and tranquility, perhaps, before the demon tide comes, this kind of month can be seen at any time, and the days pass in such a month, a month of flow, no one cares.

But after the arrival of the demon tide, with the arrival of waves of accidents, people realized how precious this 'calm and stable' month was.

However, the 'tranquility' before the storm is only an illusion after all, and after the suppression and momentum are reached the limit, the hideous 'fangs' will always stick out.

In late November, the annual 'Moon Day' is coming, which is the most solemn and celebrated festival in Atlantis, whether it is conditional or unconditional, people have been preparing early.

In this difficult and dark era, the days are already very difficult, and being able to spend the festival in peace and stability is not only sustenance, but also nostalgia.

But all this is an extravagant hope after all, and as the moon change approaches, the 'calm' of the mainland has been broken again......

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Darkmoon Mountains, Mountain Dwarven Domain, Stratos City.

This is the council hall of the mountain dwarves, although it is buried deep underground, but it is built extremely majestic and spacious, not to mention a small man like the dwarf, even the titan giants are enough to discuss here.

At this time, the hill dwarf king Tygrin - Storm Hammer stood high on the throne, because he had just left the battlefield, his whole body plate armor was seriously damaged, especially a sword mark that ran down from his left shoulder, almost splitting the battle armor in half, was particularly terrifying, and faintly red blood could be seen oozing out.

It is conceivable that at a certain moment, if it were not for the armor to block him, Tyglin would almost die on the spot. In his right hand he held a gilded hammer, blood dripping along with the axe's handle, whether it was his enemy's or his own, or both.

But Tyglin was still majestic, with an indescribable majestic and domineering body, and there was an invincible momentum between the opening and closing of his eyes, and he made various arrangements quickly and concisely.

"Iron felt, convey my order, the second, third, and fourth dwarven legions are all assembled, and I will see them in front of the battlefield tomorrow night. ”

"Yes!" a dwarf hurried out.

"Redbeard, you go to the major tribes to issue a call for the copper furnace, and I will mobilize all men who can afford to carry weapons, except for women and children. ”

"Yes!" another dwarf commanded to leave.

"Bronze Hammer, you go to the ancestral land, bring my king's order, I need the elders to go out of the customs to participate in the war. ”

"Whoa!"

“......”

After several successive orders, most of the dwarven guards in the main hall had already left, and only then did Tygrin wave his hand and repel everyone.

When the guards had departed and the hall had fallen silent, Tyglin had finally ceased to hold the shelf, and the hammer slipped from his hand and slammed into the ground, and he sat on the throne without an image, his chest rising and falling rapidly, like a fish out of water, panting with exhaustion.

Even with his physical bravery, after a day and a night of fierce battles, and a terrifying blood elf, the sword singer, after a life-and-death fight, he was so tired that he almost collapsed.

"These damn blood elves have definitely been planning for a long time. First I was distracted by a small-scale guerrilla war, which lowered the vigilance of the fighters by reducing the intensity of the fighting, and then suddenly broke out.

If it hadn't been for me patrolling the front line, this battle, this battle would ......"

Tygrin's mind was spinning, and when he thought about the situation in front of him, he heard the faint sound of footsteps, and he immediately straightened up, trying to restore the majesty of a king, but when he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but collapse again.

At this moment, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, and his face was unusually pale, and it was obvious that his injuries were definitely worse than they appeared.

The Great Elder Gregory strode into the main hall, he was also dressed in military uniform, but as a legal profession, he was mostly in the rear of the battle, and he didn't look so embarrassed, Tygrin's demeanor also fell into his eyes, he was stunned, and said directly: "My king, I'm going to ask the court shaman." ”

With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Tygrin's face changed, and he said sharply, "Great Elder, morale must not be discouraged, and the news of my injury must not be spread now. ”

The Great Elder was also concerned about the chaos, and with his wisdom, he understood in a blink of an eye, and he immediately said, "My king, don't worry, I will keep it secret." ”

"Yes!" Tyglin didn't refuse this time, and his body couldn't allow him to refuse, and after a slight breath, he said: "There are too many people now, it's not suitable, I'll talk about it later, by the way, have we counted our casualties?

"The statistics are out. This time we suffered heavy losses, more than half of the dwarven legions stationed on the front line were killed, and more than 100 casualties, and the remaining combat strength was less than 30%. The Great Elder paused, then gritted his teeth and said:

"As for the dwarven royal guards, in order to gain time, almost, almost all of them were trapped in the blood elf legion, and the whole army was wiped out. ”

Even if he had expected it, Tyglin felt like he had been struck by lightning, and he muttered after a long pause, "All gone, the hope of the dwarves, my son, Minos, how, how can it be all gone?"

"My king, it was all worth it, if it weren't for their sacrifice, we might have lost the pass, and when the time comes, there will be no danger to defend, and Stratos will really be destroyed. "The Great Elder can understand his own king's feelings, and he is also distressed, the dwarven royal guards are all young and strong people from Stratos, and they are usually taught by Tyglin and him personally.

Their total demise may not have had any effect in the near term, but in the long run, it will be almost a fatal blow to the mountain dwarves.

Moreover, in order to train the heir to the throne, Tyglin also placed his eldest son, Minoan Stormhammer, into the Dwarven Royal Guard.

This time, I didn't get out of the battlefield either......

Obviously, Grand Elder Gregory's dry reassurance had no effect, and when the two sides looked at each other, Tygrin could barely hide his pain.

The Great Elder's face was also ugly, and he was also heartbroken, but this was by no means the time for heartache.

The king in front of him is good at everything, whether it is strength or wisdom and decisiveness, he can be the king of the mountain dwarves, but sometimes his mind is too soft, he is always reluctant to punish any of his people, and the policy measures are too soft.

This would be a blessing for dwarves in times of peace, but in this era, sacrifice is always inevitable.

Ignoring humility, Grand Elder Gregory strode directly to the throne, he raised his head and stared at the king in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Tygrin Stormhammer, you are the ruler of the mountain dwarves, the lord of Stratos, the powerful king of the hills, you enjoy not only the glory brought by the blood and family, but also the responsibility and burden. ”

"Now is not the time to feel sorry for ourselves, we must mobilize all the strength of the mountain dwarves, the next time, the next time the blood elf legion arrives, it will definitely be a more dangerous situation than now, do you want Stratos to be destroyed, or will the mountain dwarves become slaves of the blood elves?"

As if touching a certain nerve, Tyglin was full of excitement, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said directly: "I have already arranged all the arrangements that should be made, the copper ring convening order has been issued, the men of the dwarf clan who can pick up the sword will be mobilized, and those elders who seek a breakthrough in retreat may be a force that is not weak." It's just ......"

After a slight pause, Tygrin looked calm and solemn, he stared at the Great Elder, and asked in an inquiring tone, "Great Elder, even if we bet everything about Stratos, do you think we can win?"

Can you win?

Naturally, it is impossible, no matter how weak the Blood Elf Empire is, there are hundreds of thousands of vassal races alone, and the mountain dwarves of Stratos, plus those who have migrated to the Rose Collar, are less than 100,000, and they can crisscross the world to the bottom and establish an empire, and the masters and backstage of the Blood Elf clan are not comparable to Stratos.

Great Elder Gregory's face trembled, and he said with some confidence: "Maybe the Blood Elf Empire doesn't have more than this path to the surface?" Or, maybe they ......"

This time it was Tygelin's turn to stare at him, just staring at him with a wry smile, and not speaking, the bitterness in it was self-evident.

The Great Elder couldn't say more.

If you pin your hopes on the mistakes of the enemy or some unknown possibility, it is simply the sorrow of a king!

Alas......

With a long sigh, Tygrin Stormhammer leaned over and said seriously: "Send a plea to Grand Duke Muen, we Stratos are willing to submit to the Igor family and ask him to save us." ”

"This, this ......" Grand Elder Gregory looked at Tyglin with a shocked expression, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Tyglin again: "Gregory, you must understand that we really have no way out, and it is better to be taken in by the Igor family than to be enslaved by the blood elves."

The Igor family has adhered to the legacy of the Augustan Dynasty, and the racial discrimination and contradictions in the Rose Collar are not serious, and there are precedents such as wood elves, plus the clansmen who moved in in the early stage, as long as we choose to surrender, there will basically not be much resistance. ”

"Or, we'll have to move our clan to avoid the blood elves, but do you think with the current situation in Atlanta, we'll have a place to stay?"

"My king, but I can't, I can't...... And, we still have the strength to fight. Gregory seems to want to explain something, but he doesn't know how to express it:

Tyglin looked at him, smiled, and said, "I don't care about this throne, do you still care about the rights of the Great Elder?"

After a slight pause, he almost said a few words from between his teeth: "All for the continuation of the mountain dwarves!"

Silence, silence for a long time, the air seems to be stagnant!

After more than ten minutes, Grand Elder Gregory raised his head, he pulled out an ugly smile, and said, "Okay, I agree, I will solve the problem of the Elders, and I will pacify the various tribes, without my cooperation, even if you are the king, this plan cannot be implemented."

I have one more request, though!"

"You say?"

"This time I'll go to Ilmassu City to present the book of surrender, I'll go!"

"......" Tyglin was stunned for a long time, his face showed indescribable emotion, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Great Elder, you are not as ...... as this"

This kind of behavior of raising the clan to take refuge, even if it is a crisis and a decision made as a last resort, there will definitely be opposition one after another in the dwarf race, and it will inevitably leave an indelible infamy.

If Gregory had taken on this task, he would have almost single-handedly resisted the infamy!

"My king, you are the most powerful warrior and commander of the mountain dwarf clan, and after all, you have to take on the task of leading the dwarven clan forward, so you can't go!" Gregory said with a smile, "All for the continuation of the mountain dwarves......

This time it was Tygrin's silence, silence, until the end, a thousand words finally converged into one: "For the continuation of the bloodline...... I promised!"