Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 590: Chapter 332: The Purest is Nikola_1

In the camp of the Dwarven Army, within an ordinary military tent, the core decision-making team under Ange was discussing there.

“This fort is very standard, with palisades, pitfalls, magic ground net, anti-air crossbows, uninterrupted Eyes of a Mage’s Eye, defence towers. It’s well-organized, and any attack from any direction will encounter layered firepower. They are indeed the elites that retreated from the Land of Fallen,” Negris admired.

Anthony grimaced, somewhat unimpressed, but he said nothing.

Given the chance to arrange, he could make it better and tighter. However, he could not deny that the current setup, though less than perfect, was more than enough to handle their current situation. They were, after all, only encamped temporarily.

Even Anthony had to admit that breaking such a defence in a short time would be quite challenging. If given more time, the enemy would upgrade their defence. It would not be easy to breakthrough without suffering heavy losses.

Aside from failing to build a wall, they had constructed everything a temporary camp should have. But this was just a mere temporary camp. What were they on guard against? Dwarves?

Unlikely, Dwarves could easily enter and leave their camp, and quite a few Dwarves had already entered to have drinks.

If they were not guarding against dwarves, then their construction was a result of habit. The elites that withdrew from the Land of Fallen kept their former style and camping habits, per usual, constructing the camp as it now stands.

What are the core elites? This is them.

Though poverty-stricken, the Land of Fallen Diocese’s army that was stationed on the front line against the Undead Army for a long time was well-trained, well-equipped, and of superior comprehensive quality.

“It doesn’t matter how well the fort is built. We’re not planning to attack the camp anyway. Once everyone starts marching, we’ll rush over to cut them down,” the Dwarven King Copperhammer rasped.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Anthony shook his head: “If they keep this habit, you might not get that close so easily. They will surely maintain a certain distance from their allies while marching, maybe even break up into three segments. Even if they lose a part, their overall strength will not be greatly affected.”

“What should we do then? Should I send some people to infiltrate them and then suddenly start an attack?” Copperhammer asked.

Anthony shook his head again: “If too few people infiltrate, they won’t be effective, and if too many people infiltrate, are you willing to risk their lives?”

They weren’t willing. The dwarves had not participated in large-scale warfare for a very long time. Losing fifty people would already be considered a serious matter, and it would take some time for everyone to accept the loss of hundreds or thousands of lives.

As Anthony had guessed earlier, if it weren’t for the matters regarding the War God and God of Forging, Copperhammer, given his character, might have truly borne the insult as if nothing had happened.

The Dwarves did not have the capacity to go to war against humans independently. This time, it could be regarded as the start of them pledging allegiance to Anthony.

While Anthony was not a servant of the Light, he had indeed become an archbishop. Now that he has established his own Holy Church, Copperhammer’s cooperation could simply be seen as ‘choosing sides within the group’, rather than a betrayal of the alliance between the dwarves and the Church of the Light.

Even the various monarchs and kings under the rule of the Church of Light might criticize Guliani: “You can’t even retain the loyalty of the obstinate dwarves, what use are you?”

Not only could they avenge the War God and the God of Forging, but they could also support Anthony and help hollow out the Church of the Light. The dwarves would gain two powerful allies and wouldn’t have to bear too much pressure, such as economic blockades.

All necessities could just be bought from the Eastern Diocese under Anthony’s rule, which is even more prosperous economically.

After much thought, Copperhammer made the decision to fully side with Anthony, and his decision was fully supported by all the Thunder Guards.

All of the Thunder Guards that have seen the replay of the ‘War God’s chessboard’ were filled with rage, wishing they could head into human territory immediately and blow the heads off those servants of Light.

However, all things considered, the dwarves are not in a good condition. They were no longer the Dwarven Empire that could rival humans.

“We could fly above them in airships and drop magic eggs.”

“No, if they are prepared, then aren’t the magic eggs just weapons we’re delivering to them? A single wind magician could blow the magic eggs off course. What if they end up falling on us instead?”

“We can have Lord Ais go down with the magic eggs while creating a Forbidden Magic Domain.”

“But what will happen when the magic eggs explode? Will Lord Ais be blown up too?”

“Could we send Rogge to take out their command?”

“Why don’t we send Naeli instead? Always thinking of sending me to my death?”

The discussions were all over the place. Actually, it wasn’t that they had no solutions to deal with these enemies. If they really wanted to, with two truth mages, a bunch of Arcane Night Watchers, plenty of Purple Skeleton Titans, several live and dead giant dragons, an archbishop who was also a mystical warrior, and a pseudo-demigod.

Oh, and also a Fallen Angel. The name Shamara carried more deterrence to the followers of the Church of Light. Nobody wanted to be contaminated and turned into Fallen People.

With these powerful fighters, they could force their way through the camp. The only reason they were here discussing was that they didn’t want to do so mindlessly.

In the end, Anthony said, “Actually, Dyson is the core that holds this force together. Many of them have spent a long time in the Land of Fallen, growing up there since childhood. They no longer feel a sense of belonging to the Master Plane. Without Dyson, they would crumble instantly.”

“All I need to do is send people to preach a bit and promise some conditions, and it would be easy to pull most of the people to my side. After all, serving the Eastern Diocese is also serving the Light.”