Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Three days later, under the guidance of Media, the fifty-two members of the exploration team had a basic understanding of the gray-white creatures.

After everything was ready, the exploration team, led by Hui, entered the pink spring one by one and headed for the unknown space.

Kyle, as the highest combat force, was stationed near the pink spring to prevent any unexpected events.

As for Weilin, he returned to the army and continued to command the troops to completely eliminate the surrounding monster clans.

"Orion, the Eighth Battalion has left three brigades stationed here to follow Kyle's instructions."

"Yes, Lord."

The status of this lake in Weilin's heart has risen to a new level.

Weilin already had a complete plan in mind on how to control this enclave located three hundred kilometers away from Qixing Territory.

As the Black Dragon of Cosmo, he became the nominal lord of this area.

As for the dependents, a group of kobolds and goblins were selected from the slave miners in the underground world. The number was controlled at about three thousand as Cosmo's nominal dependents.

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"Sir, we have seen dwarves ahead, numbering about three hundred." A knight dismounted from his horse, walked quickly to Verin, knelt down on one knee, and reported loudly.

"Distance." Weilin asked.

"Forty-five kilometers," the knight replied loudly.

"Eden."

"Lord Lord."

"Send the order, and the whole army will march quickly. Since the dwarves have come to my land, they must leave something behind."

"Yes, sir."

Eden did not feel that there was anything wrong with the misstatement in his lord's words.

As long as the lord says this is his territory, it is his territory. As a loyal subordinate, Eden will serve as a sharp sword to obtain his territory for the lord.

The three thousand soldiers of the third battalion received the order and marched at full speed towards the north. The remaining two brigades of the Eighth Battalion escorted the supplies and continued to advance at normal marching speed.

For the 3,116 soldiers of the 3rd Battalion, the 45-kilometer march was only an hour of normal marching training. At this moment, the dwarf transport troops who were resting on the spot were not yet aware of their situation.

"This is the third year since the end of the Seven Years' War. The province of Sigas is still desolate. I don't know when it will recover to a population of one million." The leader of the dwarf transportation force, a silver high-level dwarf warrior, was sitting on the sheep cart. Go up, look to the south, your tone is full of melancholy.

"General, after the war, the population of Sigas Province is less than 50,000. Even if there are forced migrations from other provinces to fill the population, it will be difficult to return to the pre-war population in less than a hundred years." A dwarf warrior echoed.

"Maybe a hundred years from now, the human kingdom will find new excuses to launch war." A slightly younger dwarf warrior expressed his worries.

"Forget it, let's talk about the rest later." The leader of the dwarf transportation force ended the topic and told the two deputies, "Be more vigilant. The cargo of Lord Marquis Darragh, the father of Lord Bruce, was once in This territory has been lost twice, so we must be cautious."

The slightly younger dwarf warrior had some confusion on his face and asked in confusion: "General, this place is dangerous, why don't you choose to change the route?"

When the older silver low-level dwarf warrior heard this, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes signaled the other party to quickly admit his mistake to the general.

"You asked a very good question. Then let me ask you how you want the transportation troops to redirect the resource points in this area."

Hearing the anger in the general's tone, the young dwarf warrior shut his mouth knowingly, wishing he could give himself a hammer. Why did his head get so hot that he asked such a stupid question.

Suddenly, the ground shook.

Feeling the fluctuations coming from the ground, the battle-hardened dwarf general picked up the hammer and shouted loudly: "Enemy attack, be on guard."

Hundreds of dwarf troops heard the sound and moved, driving the slave sheep and forming a circle around the transport carriage to ward off the upcoming enemy.

On the hill, a flag was raised.

"General, South."

The dwarf general followed the sound and saw a well-prepared iron army within sight.

Verin rode on a red phosphorus horse and looked at the dwarf transport troops at the bottom of the valley. The flags on them seemed familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere.

"attack."

Verin directly ordered an attack on this dwarf transport force.

Except for the escort and twenty Silver Wolf Knights guarding the lord, all the soldiers of the third battalion, including Commander Iden, launched a charge.

"Retreat, run as much as you can."

The dwarf general issued his last order, gripped the hammer tightly, and attacked the enemy at all costs.

"Kermid, come back alive." The older silver low-level dwarf warrior told his junior, turned around and shouted, "Run, live as long as you can."

Behind the dwarf general, there were only a hundred people charging with him, most of them had gray beards and were old and frail.

For them, perhaps they should have died on the battlefield between the kingdom and humanity, but they survived because of the favor of the Ironforge Dwarf God.

"retreat."

With the final orders from his colleagues and superiors, Kermid was filled with anger and led the remaining dwarf warriors to mount the slave sheep and retreat to the north.

Hundreds of dwarf veterans sacrificed their lives to buy half an hour for their descendants to escape.

"Order Eden to stop the pursuit."

"Yes, sir."

A guard saluted upon hearing this, patted his purple horse, and went to the battlefield to convey the order.

It wasn't until he opened the goods in the transport convoy that Weilin remembered whose flag it belonged to.

"This seems to be the third time that the dwarf marquis has seized his goods."

Thinking of this, Weilin suddenly laughed.

"Haha, I don't know if he has a grudge against me. Every time I rob, it's his stuff."

For the lord's muttering, the others said that they had just temporarily lost their hearing and knew nothing.

At night, Eden entered the tent and reported to Weilin.

"Sir, this time we seized fifty tons of mountain copper ore, twenty tons of mithril ore, sixty blood red wood, three hundred rock clam pearls, two hundred barrels of unknown wine, sixty rolls of underground spider silk, and gold worth two hundred thousand gold coins."

"Is there a map?" Weilin asked in a deep voice.

Eden bowed his head and replied, "Sir, no map was found."

"Forget it, you go down first."

"I'll take my leave."

After Eden left, Weilin lay flat on the mat, feeling a little disappointed.

The map he obtained from the last robbery of Marquis Darrag's goods made him a lot of money during the war.

Having said that, the other party is not a fool. After making a mistake once, he will definitely not bring out the map again.