There were many, many things that happened in this land this night, in addition to the encirclement of the army of jackals on the surface and the transfer of power between the whip tail and the biting bone, there were also important things quietly advancing in the bleak brass ruins.

The power of the subspace explosion has reshaped the terrain of the entire Gron Pass, and the dwarves who have lived here for nearly a thousand years have completely lost the advantage of being familiar with the terrain.

It was as if the land had abandoned them and refused to shelter them any longer, and the dwarves who had survived the collapse of the fortress scurried around like panicked rats, but the land of memory had long since changed.

They, like the gnolls, had to adapt to this new area.

That's not a bad thing, though.

The change in the terrain has turned the information that the gnolls have figured out into a piece of waste paper, which is why it is late in the early hours of the morning, but the vanguard of the gnolls has not yet completed the truth about the siege of the ruins, and the gnolls also have to find a new way to get closer to here, and also find a passage that allows the biting army to move forward quickly.

It wasn't easy, and it gave the brass dwarves who had been hit one last chance to escape.

"Onward! Quick, don't stop! The compatriots of the Porut Pass are waiting in front of you, hugging your children, holding the wounded, throwing away all the superfluous! Say what about you, throw away all the money you're carrying, bastard!

Look around, haven't you had enough of it? ”

A dusty-faced former Earth Priest is commanding a squad of hundreds of Dwarven exiles as they navigate the strange mountains at night, with the clear goal of making their way through the ruins as fast as possible to the underground passage to the Porut Pass.

It was a blessing in disguise that the passage had not been reshaped.

After the fall of the Brass Fortress, the Shield Dwarves did not give up on their close relatives, and Cartman, the Shield Dwarf Lord, immediately sent a large number of goat cavalry to check on the situation.

The dwarves in the team were not intact, almost all of them were wounded, and most of the dwarves were in a panic of fear, but some people took advantage of the chaos to collect a lot of gold coins and made a small fortune.

Unfortunately, at this moment, although the dwarves still don't quite understand what happened, they can understand that it is precisely because of the accumulation of burning gold that the fortress has collapsed, so even the dwarves who are greedy for money do not dare to pick up the burning gold that has not been detonated at this time.

As Earth Priests, they are sensitive to the power of the gods, despite being abandoned by Gaia.

The priest who led the way knew that a new god of wealth had been born in the Brass Fortress before the explosion, and he immediately blamed the god of wealth for this disaster, so when he saw that there were still money-grubbers in his ranks, he immediately angrily rebuked them and expelled them.

"It's all you! It was you who indulged in the growth of wealth, and it was you demagogues who gave up their loyalty to the Mother Goddess that caused this catastrophe! ”

The former earth priest with his broken arm shouted at his fellow man who was carrying the gold coin bag with red eyes:

"Get out! Get out of my ranks with your filthy stinky money, you're not welcome here! You won't be welcome at the Porut Pass either! ”

"What about Nima!"

The dwarves who carry gold coins on their backs are also grumpy.

This will have lost their homes and relatives and will be insulted, and they will also be angry.

Faced with the accusations of the earth priests, these money-hungry dwarves immediately retorted:

"When I made money, I didn't see you take less, and you didn't pretend to be innocent here! When General Bannock's soldiers opened the Gaia vault, I saw you stealing gems from the side, you pathetic maggot!

Now that you know you're scared?

It's late!

If the Mother Goddess is really angry, it is not because we have worked hard with our hands to make money, it is you! It is you hypocrites who have been blessed by the Mother God to do things that His old man hates!

Besides, the people who will survive who do not know that when the fortress collapsed, it was the money in our pockets that burst out with magical power to protect us.

Coins also have their own gods, and that is the god of all those who make money!

Since Mother Gaia doesn't want us anymore, why can't we throw ourselves into the arms of the new gods? ”

The dispute between the two sides intensified, but to be honest, the other fleeing dwarves were not in the mood to participate in the debate of faith at this time, and with the centuries-old blood feud between the brass dwarves and the gnolls, even the naïve dwarven children knew that once they were caught up by the gnolls, the fate that awaited them would not be too good.

The most important thing at the moment is to flee to the well-defended Porut Pass before being killed to join the close relatives of the shield dwarves, but fortunately, the brass dwarves who have held their fortunes for hundreds of years have not forgotten to pull the stubborn shield dwarves to make a fortune together, and the Porut Pass, where the shield dwarves live, has also built a strong enough fortress and underground facilities.

Although it is far from being as majestic as the Brass Fortress, with the topography of the Porut Pass, it is not so easy for the Jackals to break through.

Now the shield dwarf's goat cavalry is waiting in front, there is no point in discussing faith and mistakes, whether it is repentance or switching to a new faith, the most important thing is to survive first.

There are many, many more evasive squads like this in the darkness of the night.

The dwarves all know where the Porut Pass is, and they don't run away in other directions, but with a little strategic awareness, it is not difficult to find that in the current situation, it is best to flee along the reshaped Gorgon Pass directly in the direction of the Genoa Peninsula.

The ridge has been leveled, and from a high vantage point you can see the port of Chardo on the distant coast.

The Górgon Pass may henceforth be renamed the Górgon Pass, and the road to the Genoa Peninsula is completely open, so it would be more time to climb the Polut Pass, but on the other hand, it is because of this drastic change in the terrain that the Polut Pass, which was originally the only road to the Genoa Peninsula, has lost its strategic significance.

There is a high probability that the jackals will not waste time running around the long road to attack the hard bones that are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"So now you're going to go to the Porut Pass with the tens of thousands of dwarves who are willing to follow us out, and report to Lord Cartman what is happening here, and have him send someone to guide the Brass refugees to Port Chardor as quickly as possible."

In the ruins of the Brass Fortress, the battle-clad Lord Pa Ying sat on a unicorn and told the old Edward in front of him:

"Don't stop at the Porut Pass, and immediately after completing the warning, go to the port of Chardo to meet the Steam Lords, and tell them to abandon all illusions and prepare for war! The gnolls will definitely go straight to their city once they enter the Genoese Peninsula, and a siege will break out there that is destined to be terrible."

"It's useless, Pa Ying, I've been to Port Chardo, and I know what kind of virtue halflings are."

Old Edward pouted and said:

"It's impossible to expect them to defend their cities, halflings aren't fit for the battlefield at all, and their strange machines can't protect them.

That place is doomed!

It is better to organize the evacuation now, the halflings have built enough railways on the peninsula to send at least some people as the seeds of civilization after the halflings before the siege of the gnolls. ”

"I know what you say, Edward, but that's not a reason for us to give up!"

Lord Pa Ying said in a deep voice:

"The port of Chardo must be defended, otherwise the Maginot Line, which Murphy had painstakingly built, would lose its strategic significance once the Gnolls were allowed to move north along the peninsula. Isn't the new territory of the Wolf Venom Clan in Cato?

If the port of Chardo is not defended, your Cato will be reduced to hell on earth in an instant.

Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Edward, I know you want to take advantage of the chaos to grow the power of the Wolf Venom Clan, but now is not the time to be careful!

If the gnolls complete the convergence of the battlefields on the Western Front and the Central Front, the tragic scene of a hundred years ago will be repeated, and you are also an ancient who has experienced the Fourth Black Plague, you know that I am not exaggerating the sad fear, I am just stating the facts.

You!

You're staying in Port Chardo!

If halflings don't know how to fight, you teach them!

And then there are the brass refugees here, who have lost their homeland, they are terrified, but fear does not rule the mind forever, once the fear dissipates, the anger returns to the body, and they will become the most determined revenge warriors.

They are exactly the kind of warriors that Port Chardo needs most right now, bring them over! ”

"Okay, okay, you can always see through my thoughts."

Old Edward nodded helplessly.

As a ruthless Grand Duke of Wolf Venom, he really didn't want to participate in this kind of thing that was not beneficial to his clan, and the meaning of Lord Pa Ying's designation of him to go to Port Chardo to assist in the defense was also obvious, and the Wolf Venom Clan must participate in the defense of Port Chardo.

No one can shake the determination of the Millennial Lord, and if old Edward is not going to do so, then the Holy Lance will teach him how to write the word regret.

As Tracey had commented at the beginning, young vampires would only fear and envy the supreme majesty of the Millennial Lord, but only the ancients knew that the Lord had never relied on his charisma to lead the vampires forward.

He can also be a feared tyrant when necessary.

The Grand Duke of Wolf Venom looked around again before leaving, and his perception of life made him feel the countless lives that existed in this ruin, and he said:

"You want to stay here and organize these brass refugees to resist on the spot? I'm afraid it's not that easy, it's all over this, aren't you going to contact the Secret Blood Clan? Like many times in the past, when we went to a difficult place, the Secret Blood Clan would always quietly appear to help the Blood Clan tide over the difficulties.

Pa Ying, tell me honestly, is Constance still alive? ”

"She's dead."

Lord Pa Yingzun said in an affirmative tone:

"I watched Constance take her last breath, I still grieve the loss of our wisest sister, as for the Mystic Blood Clan they won't be involved in the war here, they have their own job."

"Then you can at least tell me, where are they now?"

Old Edward asked helplessly:

"As a vampire archduke, as an ancient man, don't I even have the right to know?"

"I'd love to tell you, Edward, my brother."

The Lord rode the unicorn into the ruins, and said in a gentle voice:

"But I can't tell you that this is Constance's last wish, and she has chosen a different path for the Myctic Blood, who have their own jobs, just as we have our own duties.

Go get to work.

Wait patiently for the truth to be revealed. ”

"Well, what about the war in Moss Valley? Don't you need my help when facing a god? ”

The Grand Duke of Wolf Venom finally asked:

"Would you rather find a warrior of a foreign race than trust your brother? As far as I know, not only did you not look for me, but even Triss and Shanee were not allowed to participate. If you don't use the strong, you just take a group of young people and foreigners and plan to kill the gods, what the hell are you doing? Pa Ying. ”

"I've got my point, Edward, you've got a little too many questions tonight! I like to get to the bottom of things, do you want me to introduce you to the secret blood clan? ”

"Hmph, they just need an Ancient One to lead them, don't they? If they can be led by a warrior, it's not like I can't think about it. Forget it, you have your point, then I won't talk much.

We'll see you after the war, Pa Ying.

Be careful, don't, I'll have to collect your body. ”

——

At the bottom of the brass ruins, in the underground tunnels that have been destroyed and reorganized into a jumbled shape, a group of dwarves who survived are gathering to discuss what to do.

The leader was a dwarven brigadier general who had been in charge of the fortress's logistics, named "Brad Steelpine".

His immediate superior, General Bannock, was unfortunately unable to contact Bannock or find Lord Hadland in the midst of the disaster, so he had to use the instinct of a trained soldier to gather all the survivors he encountered.

As an excellent soldier who has served for more than one hundred and fifty years, even if he is just a logistics general, the steel tong brother is well aware of the current critical situation.

"We can't stay here! Guys, the gnolls are coming, their kobold minions can easily find us underground, and the defenses we've built underground have been twisted to the point where we're no longer familiar with it, and the land that has suffered because of us won't forgive us.

So, we must get out of here before we are slaughtered. ”

In a structurally intact basement, the steel tong said to several soldiers under his command, who were serving as temporary captains:

"The survivors are gathering weapons and armor, we must arm ourselves and move towards the Porut Pass, taking our frightened compatriots with us as much as possible along the way, our kingdom is in great trouble, but this is not a reason for us to abandon our people."

"They're still down there!"

A female dwarf captain with a broken leg exclaimed:

"It's in the pit below.

It's been taken over by the Iron Heart, and they're going to rebuild a survivor base there, and they're going to say that this ruin is a sacred place for the god of wealth, and they're not going to give up on it, they're going to stay here and fight the gnolls to the end.

Those guys are crazy!

What's even more frightening is that many of our compatriots are not willing to leave with us.

They felt unsafe outside, and although the Brass Fortress was gone, the ruins had become more suitable for street fighting with the enemy because of the collapse of the ground, and they had found enough food to make up their minds to stay. ”

"To be honest, I don't think it's the right choice to cross the mountain pass with a group of frightened civilians at this time."

Another dwarven major muttered in a low voice:

"We can't outrun the gnolls, once we are caught up in the open field, I don't think we can stay, although the mother earth god no longer loves us, but our perception and talent of the earth have not been deprived, the jackals dare to come down and we will give them a good look!

There was an arsenal of weapons in the vicinity with enough muskets and explosives.

We can stay here until the earth is desolate. ”

"I don't think you want to leave the gold around, right?"

Brad Steel Tong saw through the true thoughts of the soldiers under his command at a glance, and he sighed and said:

"Okay, okay, in fact, I'm a little reluctant, my wife's joint property is gone, but the small treasury I've saved for decades is still there, and it's a bit like that."

"General! There's a strange guy out there, and he's asking for a name to see our current commander, who is you. ”

A loud shout rang out from outside the basement, causing General Brad to get up in surprise and limp out of the basement, only to see a mysterious hooded man surrounded by a group of dwarven soldiers armed with weapons.

The latter wears a black-and-red hood that obscures his entire body but is clearly a dwarf, while his wrists exposed outside his sleeves are covered in grotesque tattoos.

At the sight of the tattoo, the well-informed General Bled changed color, and he reprimanded:

"Sinners of the Citadel of Sins! How dare you step into the Brass Fortress at this time! ”

"Heh, I'm just stepping into a bleak ruin, and I don't see where the magnificent brass fortress is."

The mysterious man sneered and lifted his hood, revealing a large sleek head.

His face, neck, and scalp were covered in strange tattoos, and he looked very intimidating.

This is a dwarf of iniquity, a chaotic force of criminals, political prisoners, and degenerates who have been exiled for various reasons from the three major clans.

"You have nowhere to go, abandoned fools."

The sin dwarf who appeared here ignored the weapons that were aimed at him around him, and said with a big grin:

"But even in desperate situations, there is still a place for you, and by order of the Lord of Sin, the Citadel of Sins is now officially inviting you, Godsforsaken. We've set up a teleportation position on the edge of the ruins, ready to welcome all our compatriots who wish to leave here.

As for me.

I'm just the messenger who paid Colonel Fenris Brutebox, and when you fall into despair, don't forget that you have a last choice. ”

"Phew! Even if I die here, I won't be in the same league as you sinners! ”

"Oh, we have sinned, but what you have done is much worse than ours, abandoned by the Mother God and lost your fortress, which of us is more pitiful! So, don't hold it up, General.

Colonel Fenris said that you were his former soldier, so he gave you a chance, don't be ignorant! ”

The two sides were facing each other when a dwarven hunter suddenly appeared.

He ran over with a bloody guy on his back and shouted:

"Hey, come and save someone! I found this guy in the cracks of the ruins, the poor old thing had lost his memory, and he had his last breath left, but he killed a burning subspace hunk with his bare hands, and this is a great guy.

Come and help, it's a life, it's all in this situation right now, if you can save one, it's one. ”

(End of chapter)