Chapter 316 The Current Situation of the Northern Dwarves
Chapter 316 The Current Situation of the Dwarves in the North
"What should we do now?" Ravian sighed. After all, it's hard to say anything if River Valley State is mixed up like this. It can be seen that this wronged king has tried his best. River Valley State can no longer count on it. The kingdom can only find its own way out.
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"Let's go to the dwarf frontline and see what we can do!" Ormsk grinned helplessly. They can't solve anything here. River Valley State's war potential has been put here, but Ormsk wants to twist it.
You have to squeeze out some oil and water to get it out.
"Let me see you off..." Bud's face was full of embarrassment.
"Your Highness, it is too dangerous to stay outside the city. It seems that your people cannot guarantee your safety..." Ormsk shook his head and declined.
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"Lord Dwalin! Another group of orcs has crossed our defense line!" A dwarf walked into the outpost carrying a warhammer.
"Send soldiers to intercept them!" Dwalin ordered decisively in an angry voice.
"It's too late. We intercepted them three times! There are too many of them! There are more than 500 of them! They have already crossed our defense zone and we are unable to pursue them!" the dwarf warrior said hesitantly.
"Torino is on top! Damn it! Another team was missed! How many people did they lose?" Dwalin groaned.
"At least three hundred people have crossed our defense line!" the soldier said awkwardly.
"I follow your orders, but I reserve my opinion!" Lavian shrugged helplessly.
"What's going on? Are you going to go on an expedition to the North?" Dwalin asked, looking at the strong Lagran cavalry.
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"Hello! Your Majesty Omsk!" Dvalin took the lead in saluting with his chest pressed.
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"Hello! General Dwalin!" Ormsk returned the greeting.
"What? Are you afraid that there will be an army of Gambarda orcs behind you?" Ormsk sneered.
"Gambadar Orcs! Your Majesty! Nearly one-fifth of this Orc army is Gambardal Orcs!" Lavian walked up to Ormsk carrying the Orcs' broken totem flag.
"The dwarves are not dead yet! They will not let the Gambarda orcs invade their border at will! There should be no danger at the moment! But we have to find the dwarves to see what is going on there!" Ormsk thought, and
No defeated dwarf army was seen on the road, indicating that the border of Gushan is still under the control of the dwarves. The orc army in Gambada Fortress that Lavian was worried about has not yet appeared, although Ormsk did not think that the orcs in Gambada Fortress would appear.
This is the season to attack, but you still have to be prepared. But before that, you should go to the dwarves to understand the current situation in the north.
Needless to say the ending, how could they stop this mixed cavalry regiment without even a numerical advantage? The broken limbs and bloody corpses all over the place told of their useless resistance.
"What do you mean?" Ormsk narrowed his eyes.
"Yes! We can't take risks like this. I suggest sending a scout cavalry to conduct a reconnaissance mission fifty miles ahead!" Lavian said cautiously.
"Gambada Fortress is definitely one of the driving forces behind this matter! They participated in this war! Their soldiers appeared here across the Gray Mountains!" Lavian looked solemnly.
If it was really an enemy... Dwalin shuddered. What did it mean for the enemy to appear behind him? Lonely Mountain had fallen again! Dwalin shuddered at the thought of this. He could only hope that he was worrying too much.
"Cavalry? Where did the cavalry come from?" Dwalin asked in surprise. The dwarves' argali cavalry had almost been lost. The river valley state was so poor that even the king almost rode an ox. Where did this strange cavalry come from?
"Let's go! Come with me and have a look!" Dwalin picked up his battle ax and ran out quickly.
"Don't worry, if there really is an army of orcs, I won't be stupid enough to fight with them! Don't forget that we are cavalry!" Ormsk grinned. If you really can't beat yourself, why don't you run away? Do you really think you have cerebral palsy? You have nothing to do.
Charge directly?
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"What? What do you do for food? How can you let so many people go?" Dwalin blinked, his eyes full of shock and confusion.
"Lord Dwalin! A large number of cavalry appeared behind us!" A dwarf warrior opened the door curtain and ran in. Due to inertia, he even knocked over the table in front of Dvalin, and the documents on the table flew everywhere.
"We only have fifty soldiers in each team, and three teams can only intercept these!" the soldier said distressedly, what can they do if the orcs are trying to survive by cutting off their tails? The numerical disadvantage allows them to clean up the orcs in the rear.
The other orcs have long been out of reach.
"...Damn it!" Dwalin was speechless. He divided the thousand-man army into twenty squads. These twenty squads patrolled and roamed along the hundred-mile border, driving away, killing, and trying to cross.
The Orcs in Lonely Mountain, because the dwarves are all heavily armored warriors, will always have loopholes, but the omission of such an organized Orc this time really did not occur to Dwalin.
"Huh... you bastard! Look clearly! That's our ally! The flag of the Kingdom of Raglan!" Dwalin looked at the familiar flag for a moment, then laughed and cursed and kicked the soldier who reported the report.
It was also the Gushan Kingdom that had just returned, so it was understandable that he didn't recognize this flag, but at the moment, Dvalin was more grateful and worried.
"I hope the soldiers from the River Valley State can work harder! They should be able to stop those orcs!" Dwalin was still counting on the soldiers from the River Valley State. Little did he know that except for the few fixed outposts in the River Valley State, other border lines have been
Weared through a sieve by the orcs! Are the orcs stupid? Of course not stupid! They will not go to the garrison post to cause trouble. They will only bypass the garrison at the post and continue south, and the soldiers in the post will not dare to pursue it wantonly.
...which resulted in the current embarrassing situation.
"Ride in like a wall!" Ormsk roared angrily. He looked at the dark orcs in the distance and roared. These orcs are really unscrupulous. How dare they march in an organized manner? Are they really worthy of all the kingdoms in the north?
Are all soldiers dead?
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of heavy horse hooves resounded through the sky. All the knights, cavalry, and centaurs lined up in a horizontal line, with their legs touching their legs and shoulders leaning against their shoulders. The eyes under their helmets were resolute and cold, and the knights in their hands
The guns were held under their armpits, and they rushed towards the orcs in unison...
"No, we are just here to solve the problem of a large number of orcs heading south!" Ormsk shrugged as he turned over and dismounted.
"Uh..." Dwalin suddenly looked embarrassed!
"This is our problem...but we will try our best to intercept those orcs and try not to cause you any trouble!" Dwalin said sincerely.
"It's already very troublesome... Now a large number of orcs have affected our autumn harvest plan!" Ormsk sighed.