Chapter 106 War (I)
"Master, this is what I saw."
Alger knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice.
"Very good, I understand."
Casius lay on the highest point, combing his scales slowly, as if he had no sense of urgency about the upcoming war.
In the Dragon Valley, the leaders of the various tribes of the Burning Embers have all arrived.
Ogre magician Rump, hobgoblin leader Doro, flying dragon leader Smaug, Chimera, lizardman leader Ake and shaman Koda, dog-headed warlock Jinya
There are also representatives of various ethnic forces recovered during the expansion, orcs, goats, pure-blooded snakemen, basically all the prominent figures in the Burning Embers, all gathered in this valley, ready for battle.
"Anzeta hasn't had such a large-scale war for a long time. The last time was the Lion Alliance War thirty years ago." Delena added.
She is now temporarily serving as a staff officer and has no real decision-making power, but she is also doing her best.
"According to Lord Alger's intelligence, the coalition has now reached the edge of Storm Hill. Only the Telfa Hills are suitable for large-scale marches."
"And here--"
She spread out a sheepskin map and pointed her slender finger at one point--it was a flat and open valley, blocked by mountains to the north, with only one pass leading to Storm Hill, and surrounded by undulating hills to the south.
"The Trier Valley is the only way for them to go to the Dragon Valley."
"We only need to hold this easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack pass--Trier Throat, to firmly hold Storm Hill and prevent the coalition from entering."
Casius did not say anything, but just swept his followers with a calm look.
Rump pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a deep voice: "I think this is a good idea. We can set up magic traps there in advance to make their army uneasy and unwilling to fight."
Casius did not respond, but continued to look down at his followers.
There was silence all around, and most of the followers were on the sidelines.
Seeing this, Doro's eyes turned, and he blew a puff of white smoke from his nostrils in dissatisfaction, and scolded Trump: "Rump, I think you have been studying those human spells all day and have become stupid, and have become as cowardly and anxious as human wizards!
"Do we, the Burning Nest, have to be turtles and defend against a group of humans?"
The hobgoblin waved the spear in his hand and shouted loudly, "We are the followers of the great red dragon, and the blood of destruction and aggression flows in our bodies!
"We should take the initiative to attack and completely destroy them with fire and power! Shatter their pathetic courage and bring them blood and death!"
This time, his preaching received a lot of responses from his followers. After all, most of them are not very smart and extremely advocate the use of force. Doro's words are just what they want.
Rump snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You leave the natural barrier unused and go to fight the enemy to death. Is your mind filled with goblin feces?"
"Pathetic guy."
"That's right, Lord Rump, those goblins are really greedy, cowardly, and stupid..." The dog-headed warlock Gold Fang added at the right time.
Although he was talking about goblins, every word he said made the big goblin leader tremble with anger, and his ugly face, which was already red, became even redder.
Doro walked up and looked down at him, shouting viciously
"Gold Fang! Get out of here!"
"You have no right to speak here!"
But next to Gold Fang stood the taller Rump, which gave him the courage to confront Doro. Since they had already made an enemy, it would be better to disgust him again.
The dog-headed warlock actually spread his wings towards Doro aggressively, and said triumphantly: "Look, who has the purer blood of the master."
"Who is the real dragon vein!"
Doro laughed in anger: "You——"
"Enough."
The red dragon's voice sounded, and an invisible dragon power permeated the valley, giving each follower a strong sense of oppression.
The scene suddenly became quiet and even silent. Whether it was the ogres, the earth elves or the dog-headed people, they all stood up obediently and did not dare to breathe.
"We really have to take the initiative to attack."
Hearing this, Doro was immediately overjoyed and glanced at Rump provocatively.
Casius paused.
"But..."
"I want to give them a big gift."
The red dragon supported its huge body with its forelimbs, slowly stood up, and spread its wide wings.
"Woo——"
The horn in the Dragon Valley sounded.
The horn made of the horn of the green-footed dragon snake made a heavy sound like thunder.
The hobgoblins drove the huge ground dragon beasts forward, shaking the ground with a rumbling roar. Tieflings and lizardmen warriors were fully armed and marched in neat formations. In the countless mines and nests of Storm Peak, kobolds and goblins poured out like a tide.
The terrifying beast of Burning Embers Nest, which had been dormant for many years, finally showed its claws.
…
In the camp of the Northern Alliance, a hand wearing a white glove slapped on the map scroll.
“It’s here, Trier Valley.”
“Our preferred place to station. We can go straight to Storm Peak, and we can retreat to Trier Throat to prevent the pursuit of Burning Embers Nest. Everything is perfect.”
The man who was speaking looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a gorgeously decorated knight’s armor, with two carefully groomed mustaches on his lips, and his face was very majestic.
His name is Robert Dudley, the youngest earl of the Principality of Luckman, the son-in-law trusted by Duke Brad Luckman, the commander-in-chief of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, and also a battle-hardened noble knight.
In the camp, a blond young man in his early twenties asked: "What if they attack from behind and block us in the valley?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The noble lords in the camp burst into laughter again.
The speaker was Andre Bosque, the third son of the "Lion of the North" Bosque family, and a young and promising paladin who followed the Oath of Glory.
But in addition to his personal force, his naivety and recklessness often made everyone feel a little funny, so he was nicknamed "Little Lion" in private.
Robert stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Andre, war is not a simple game. In such a war involving tens of thousands of people, mobilizing the army is not as easy as playing military chess."
His finger points to the map.
"Look here, blocked by the Lecter Mountains on the edge of the storm slope, there is no way they can appear behind us without warning."
Andre thought for a moment and then whispered:
"I understand, Lord Robert."