On the day of the earthquake, Gabilia felt that something was wrong. www.biquge.info Six years ago, he and Idarua had arranged a red cloth for navigation for the air force team that rushed to the Giant City to rain down the divine punishment, and felt the trembling of the great earthquake when the divine punishment came.

It's a pity that no one trusted his judgment. For even among the dwarves, Gabirias belonged to the group of relatively dull ones. Even though he was one of the first thousands of dwarves to arrive in Huls and had contributed to the Battle of God's Punishment, he was still an ordinary stevedore.

A few days ago, when the dwarven army set out from Sparrowtail City, Gabilia volunteered to join in.

After going through many channels, the letter that finally arrived in Pichtail City was clearly written: Elder Spike colluded with the Knight Federation to put an army of more than 100,000 knights on the continent of Huls. But Gabilias couldn't figure out how this respected dwarf elder could do such a thing. He felt that something must have gone wrong.

On the way from Sparrowtail City to Cliff City, Gabilia had been thinking about luck, and when he told his companions such thoughts, no one could answer his questions.

True, no one believes that Spike will mutiny, and it is common sense that gnomes and dwarves have no traitors. However, what happened next forced them to accept this statement.

An army of knights numbering tens of thousands of men met them head-on in the wasteland near the northern cliffs. Trident mercenary regiments, Gabilias recognize their banner. This team, which has risen strongly in the western part of the Knight Continent in the past two decades, cannot appear in Hulse out of thin air.

Along the way, seeing the civilians of Middle-earth who died tragically under the knight's sword, unable to keep even their bodies intact, and seeing the farmhouses that were burned, torn down, and turned into piles of firewood or rubble, Gaberia would sometimes think of the Middle-earth children of the Fog City School of Engineering.

The children seemed to be very smart, but they never laughed at the clumsy Gaberia, who was much kinder than the one in Adarua.

From that time on, Gabilia had a bold idea, he hoped to find a female dwarf who did not dislike his stupidity, give birth to a large number of dwarfs, and send them all to the engineering college, so that they too could learn wisely, and would never be ridiculed again for not being able to read or count.

He even thought that his children might one day be like Idarua, living in Middle-earth, where the smell of bread wafted everywhere. Although he complained that Adarua was spoiled by the Flower World, he didn't mind that his children would be spoiled.

However, since the Council of Elders drove Duke Vane away, the Fog City Engineering Academy has become an empty shell, the three kingdoms of the Huls continent have closed their doors almost simultaneously, and Gabiria's dream has become a blister that bursts under the sun and disappears without a trace.

Perhaps, since then, his opinion of the Council of Elders has changed, so when he broke through the last line of defense of the Trident Mercenaries, at least a small part of his anger went towards the Council of Elders, at Elder Spike.

During the post-war break, there was a gossip from the Army's staff that Elder Spike had made way for the Knights to kill Duke Vane with their help, because only then would Grunada agree to send troops to Huls.

What kind of shit idea is this!Gabilia couldn't help but curse. Dwarves never betray their allies, not just for their integrity, but also for pride, a pride that runs in their blood.

Gabirias thought of the tragic deaths of the Middle-earthites he had seen along the way, and the innocent deaths they had died because they had believed in the promises of the dwarves, and his whole face turned red with blood.

Didn't the Council of Elders have already signed an entente with the Three Kingdoms of Huls, and didn't they say that they would provide security for them at the cost of leasing five cities?

"That old immortal Spike, I already saw that something was wrong with him!" Gabilia scolded hatefully, seemingly completely forgetting that he still felt that Elder Spike couldn't have rebelled like everyone else.

Resentment and scolding will not solve the problem. In particular, it does not solve the problem of hunger.

The dwarven army was in a hurry to get out of Sparrowtail City, and only had time to prepare three days' worth of dry food, and the day after the annihilation of the Trident mercenary group, the imminent supply problem was placed in front of the army staff.

If we continue to march hungry like this, I am afraid that by the time we reach Cliff City, this army will not have much combat strength left, and a detour to the south may be able to find human towns that have not been affected by the war and solve the problem of supply, but that would be a waste of precious time.

After weighing the pros and cons, the army staff sent a large number of scouts, on the one hand, to attack the knightly spies who appeared near the army from time to time, and on the other hand, to look for towns that might provide supplies, and the army remained in the same direction and went straight to Cliff City.

The reality was even more cruel than expected, the scouts had been cruising to the south, more than forty kilometers away from the Beiluo cliff, and had killed many remnants of the Trident mercenary group, but they did not encounter a single town that had survived the rare ones wherever they went, and all the places in the towns where food could be stored were burned clean. There was some stock in the scattered farmhouses, but it was a drop in the bucket to deal with more than 10,000 dwarves with astonishingly large appetites.

Several dwarven scouts obtained some useful information from a frightened knight through some cruel means of extorting confessions: during the eastward march of the Trident mercenary group, they used elite cavalry to carry out a massacre in a narrow strip of more than 40 kilometers along the northern cliff, creating a no-man's land, with the aim of completely blocking the news of the knight's attack.

As for the food, except for what could be taken away by the logistics army in charge of the baggage, it was all burned by fire. In fact, the leader of the Trident Mercenary Regiment, Standiford, did not think much about the supply problem at all, and he was able to feed the entire army by plundering civilians all the way. In the eyes of the knights, Middle-earth was full of food, and there was no need to worry about it at all.

What made the army staff even more troublesome was that, according to the knight, there were more than 60,000 knights of the Storm Mercenary Regiment outside Cliff City. This news is tantamount to a slap in the face to this dwarven army of only more than 10,000 people left.

At noon on April 26, Gabilia dragged two heavy thighs and walked in the center of the procession. The sky was overcast, as if it could rain at any moment.

He hadn't eaten a full meal for two days, and he only hoped to get to Cliff City early, so that he could smash the last of his strength on the enemy's head, instead of fighting hunger.

The order came from the front to rest in place, and the whole row of dwarves fell to the ground, and Gabilias sat down.