Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Seven days later, a dwarf remnant army of more than 40,000 people crossed a distance of 400 kilometers and finally arrived at the east bank of Aishikou.

After passing through several blockades and abandoning 20,000 dwarf soldiers to cover the rear, they finally arrived at the last step away from the escape route.

The remaining dwarf army was exhausted, and a belief in escape supported them to keep going.

"Governor, there are no human troops on the east bank, but a large number of human troops were found on the west bank." A dwarf officer came to Governor Jed Ironforge and reported weakly.

Governor Jed did not pursue the rudeness of the dwarf officer.

Now he just wants to have a good sleep, but the tens of thousands of human troops behind him cannot give them time to rest.

Jed held the hammer tightly in his right hand, and gently wiped the dark red blood on his armor with his left hand, thinking constantly in his heart.

As a low-level soul warrior, it is easy for him to leave the Xigas Province.

But there are many dwarf nobles behind him, and tens of thousands of dwarf troops who believe in him, making it impossible for him to escape alone.

The glory brought by his surname would not allow him to escape alone.

"Select 5,000 brave warriors and follow this governor to lead the charge." Jed looked around with a stern look and gave orders to the surrounding dwarf nobles.

Everyone didn't say anything, just saluted and went back to select warriors from their respective troops.

The last hurdle, if you pass it, you will live, if you don't, you will die.

After crossing the 400-kilometer road of death, can't you still pass this small short stone pass?

On the west bank of the Misty River, on a low hill, is the flag of the 135th Legion, which is also the headquarters.

More than 6,000 archers, in groups of 500, lined up by the river, each with a large quiver on their backs, containing 80 ordinary feather arrows.

There are two quivers on the left and right waists, each containing 15 armor-piercing arrows, the material used at the tip is called black iron wood, supplemented with magic crystal powder, only needs to be ignited by a trace of fighting spirit, it will stimulate the tip of the micro magic circle, with armor-piercing properties.

Even a high-level silver professional can only die in the face of dozens of armor-piercing arrows.

In front of the archer formation, there are several infantry phalanxes, 5,000 warriors, guarding the archer phalanx safety, and at the same time responsible for blocking the dwarf army that managed to cross the river.

On the left side of the hill, there are 3,000 knights on standby to support the battlefield in front.

Two kilometers behind, 20,000 troops are ready to go.

As for the right side, it is the Qixing Camp under Weilin, which is also the most elite force in his hands, used as the central army guard.

Twenty kilometers to the left and rear, there is another 20,000-man army stationed here to prevent the riverside battlefield from losing and to encircle the dwarf army that managed to escape.

If this dwarf army can still escape, Weilin can only do nothing and let them go.

After a while, a blue falcon fell from the sky and landed on the military flag.

Seeing this, Kyle stepped forward to take the letter carried by the Green Falcon and handed it to Weilin: "My Lord, this is an urgent letter from Legion Commander Russell."

When Weilin opened it, his face became solemn.

The closest line of defense to the riverbank of Aishikou was under the charge of Russell's 134th Legion.

A Soul-level Hammer Warrior suddenly appeared in the dwarf army and killed his 134th Legion.

If the other party had not been determined to escape, his army would probably have suffered most casualties.

Now the Corps Command has mobilized 3,000 knights from the 131st Legion to support, but it will take time for the reinforcements to arrive. Russell tactfully suggested that if he couldn't stop them, he could let these miserable soldiers leave.

Weilin knew that Russell had good intentions. If he didn't have a Soul-level professional supported by his uncle, he could only disrupt the deployment, intercept them a little, and let them pass.

But with Gref, he was confident that he could intercept most of this dwarf army.

"Let Moncas's army move forward, transfer the Qixing Camp to the hill, order Orcott to cancel the second interception plan, lead the army to withdraw, and order the knights to prepare." Weilin destroyed the letter in his hand and ordered the messenger beside him.

"Yes, legion commander."

The three messengers left quickly to convey Weilin's military order.

Then, Weilin looked at Gleif on the side and said, "Sir Gleif, I think the other party wants to let the large army cross the river, and will definitely rush straight to my flag. It won't be too late for you to take action then."

"Follow your order, Master Weilin." Gleif bowed slightly and then disappeared.

Looking at the place where the other party disappeared, Kyle's subconscious told himself that the low-level soul guard was there, but he couldn't feel it. Perhaps this is the wonder of the assassin-type variant extraordinary profession hidden guard.

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On the east bank of the Misty River, Jed looked at the five thousand death-defying warriors behind him and said nothing.

Each dwarf soldier had a determined look in his eyes. They knew their fate, but they were willing to sacrifice their lives for their lord.

Two low-level gold dwarf warriors and a middle-level gold dwarf horn knight who had lost his mount stood behind the governor, ready to take over the command of the 5,000 vanguard troops when he attacked the enemy's central camp.

"Cross the river."

At the command, thirty silver dwarf warriors ran at full speed, threw out their special spears, and nailed them to the bottom of the misty river fifty meters away from the east bank.

Thirty special iron chains loomed in the water, indicating the direction for the dwarf army to move forward.

Due to their height, they had to do this, otherwise the dwarf soldiers, whose average height was only 1.2 meters, would be easily washed away by the river.

Then, 300 dwarf soldiers jumped into the misty river without hesitation, tied the lasso to the iron rope, and began to cross the river.

Governor Jed did not move, his eyes were always fixed on the river bank, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

There were already more than a thousand dwarf soldiers in the two-kilometer-long river, heading for the west bank.

"Ready."

A viscount shouted loudly as he watched the dwarf army halfway through the crossing.

Under the repeated repetition of the messenger, 6,000 archers drew out ordinary feather arrows and began to charge their bows.

"Shoot!"

Thousands of feather arrows covered the center of the misty river, hundreds of dwarves died on the spot, and the river surface was stained red with blood. Under the effect of the lasso, the bodies were not washed away by the river, but became obstacles for the dwarf soldiers behind to advance.

The sky was covered with feather arrows, and dwarves continued to lose their lives and became floating corpses on the river surface.

"Cut the ropes of the dead and keep moving forward."

Under the officer's order, the dwarf soldier looked at the corpse of his comrade, silently said sorry in his heart, drew out his knife, and cut the rope of the dead dwarf soldier.

Looking at the corpses of the dwarves floating down the river, the morale of the dwarves crossing the river fell to the bottom, but they still did not stop their pace.

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