Chapter 1935: Chapter 646: War and Business
“Lord! The battle information has been summarized! Last night, besides attacking Blackfla Mountain Pass and the Fortress of Courage, the Split Claw Clan also sent out seventeen scouts to raid our outposts established near the pass.
Among the seventeen outposts, nine sensed danger in advance and chose to retreat. The remaining eight… have lost contact with us.
Currently, all the external reconnaissance outposts have been cleared, and we’ve lost our perception of the outside areas. Apart from the scouts sent by the elves, all our ‘eyes’ have been removed.”
While Lord Hether was preparing to personally reclaim the first line of defense at the pass, a tall human knight offspring brought her a piece of expected bad news.
Judging from the Split Claw Clan’s jackal-man offensive stance from last night, they don’t plan to leave any adaptation ti for the defending forces. Obviously, they intend to seize the only road to Transylvania through a brutal surprise attack on Blackfla Mountain Pass.
Lord Hether nodded.
Behind her, on the large sand map, the Blood Covenant Clan commanders imdiately removed the flags representing frontline outposts, and replaced them with small green flags symbolizing the Split Claw Clan.
This made the situation near the battlefield instantly clear.
The small green flags connected together outlined a line separating Blackfla Mountain Pass from other parts of Dark Mountain Range, indicating the Split Claw Clan’s marching direction.
The bastards, relying on large numbers, are advancing towards Blackfla Mountain Pass from three directions simultaneously.
Especially towards the path leading to Hunger Mountain, the passage there has been completely cut off, aning Blackfla Mountain Pass’s land connection with the headquarters of the Blood Covenant Knight Order and the Brass Fortress was entirely blocked last night. The worst is, the three teams combined have more than ten thousand jackal-man vanguards, indicating the Split Claw army numbers at least a hundred and fifty thousand.
“It’s a cover…”
Lord Hether adjusted her helm, looked at the sand map and said in a muffled voice:
“The Split Claw Clan cut off our external investigation, without a doubt, to cover the large movents of other clans. Since the Black Disaster is fully activated, it won’t just be the Split Claw Clan in motion.
It seems this Black Disaster, as predicted by Lord Pa Ying, the jackal-n have placed their main offensive direction on the Brass Fortress.
The battlefield there is wide enough to let the jackal-n utilize their absolute nurical advantage.
But I’m very curious.
Without significant heavy firepower, how do they plan to breach the iron walls of the Brass Fortress? The failure of the third Black Disaster has already shown the jackal-n that teor tactics don’t work on the Brass Fortress.
They are rely wasting their precious population.”
“The jackal-n’s population is not precious.”
On the opposite side of the battlefield sand map, the senior ranger captain Dys Goldleaf, who led the local Elf Ranger troop, shook his head with an indifferent tone:
“Even if half of them die at the Brass Fortress, they can regroup within ten years, yet we lack the ans to solve the jackal-n once and for all.”
The elf, blind in one eye and wearing a delicate black sacred leaf eyepatch, was blunt in his speech, almost directly using the word extermination.
This male ranger lacked worry for the war’s outco in his emotions, even though he was on the battlefield himself, he seed like an observer.
This is actually very normal.
The land of the elves is far on the peninsula at the frontier of the continent. Even if the jackal-n simultaneously break through the Brass Fortress and Transylvania causing turmoil on the continent, they’d be the last attacked.
In fact, if it wasn’t for the fourth Black Disaster where the King of Bone Biting went too far and let his subordinates destroy the Erald green forest in the Antani District, the elves of the Castia Kingdom wouldn’t participate in the fight against the jackal-n.
Just as the continent’s other races harshly evaluate elves, they’re a bunch of long-eared ‘sissies’ who lack empathy for other races—a group of heartless bastards!
Thus, Lord Hether intended to make a fair explanation: these nasty comnts about elves are not harsh.
Their nature truly is like this!
Back when Lumina was pursuing elf legends, Triss gave her the sa warning. Clearly, the Crimson Witch also disliked the delicately featured yet rather selfish and conservative elves.
Compared to elves, dwarves have horrible features, with a temperant that is irritable and crude, but dwarves have a much better reputation on the continent than elves. Just from this, one can glimpse how unlikable elves’ behavior is.
“Actually, there is a way.”
Sitting by the large sand map, Colonel Cannon, the short and stout Brass Dwarf Artillery officer clutching a wine pot, snorted, glanced at the Elf Ranger Captain—his fingers adorned with treasure bead rings like a ring dealer—and maliciously said:
“If we could persuade the Sanghai People to deploy all their solar boats and aim indiscriminate bombardnts at the jackal-n’s camps from high above, perhaps within a month, we could forever resolve the jackal-n’s troubles.
But guess what?
During the last Black Disaster, we were close to persuading the Pharaoh King, yet so pointy-eared bastards claid status, fixating on old grudges which angered the Sanghai People to withdraw from the war at the last stage.”
“Are you implying sothing? Why don’t you clearly spell it out! Dwarf!”
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