Chapter 106 War (I)

"Master, this is what I saw."

Alger knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"Very good, I see."

Cassius lay at the highest point, combing his scales slowly, seemingly without any sense of urgency about the upcoming war.

In the Dragon Valley, the leaders of all the tribes of the Burning Embers have arrived.

Ogre Mage Rump, Hobgoblin Leader Doro, Dragon Leader Smaug, Chimera, Lizardman Leader Ake and Shaman Koda, Kobold Warlock Jinya
There were also representatives of various racial forces that had been regained during the expansion, orcs, satyrs, pure-blooded snakemen, basically all the important 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 Battle of the Lion Alliance thirty years ago." Delena added.

She is currently serving as an advisor and does not have any real decision-making power, but she is doing her best.

"According to Lord Alger's intelligence, the coalition forces have now reached the edge of Storm Peaks. The Telfa Hills area is the only place suitable for large-scale marches."

"And here——"

She spread out a sheepskin map and pointed her slender finger at a point - it was a flat and open valley, blocked by mountains to the north, with only a pass leading to the Storm Peaks, and surrounded by undulating hills to the south.

"The Trier Valley is the only way they can go to the Dragon Valley."

"We only need to hold this easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack pass, the Throat of Trier, to firmly hold Storm Heights and prevent the coalition forces from entering."

Cassius did not say anything, but just glanced at his followers with a calm gaze.

Trump 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 disrupt their morale and make them lose interest in fighting."

Cassius made no response, but continued to look down at his followers.

There was silence all around, and most of the family members were taking a wait-and-see attitude.

Seeing this, Dolo rolled his eyes, and puffed out a puff of white smoke from his nostrils in dissatisfaction, and cursed Trump: "Trump, I think you have been studying those human spells all day and have made yourself stupid. You have become as cowardly and anxious as a human wizard!
"Do we, the Burning Nest, have to be cowards and defend ourselves against a group of humans?"

The hobgoblin brandished his spear and shouted, "We are followers of the great red dragon, and the blood of destruction and aggression flows in our veins!
"We should take the initiative and destroy them completely with fire and power! Shatter their pathetic courage and bring them blood and death!"

This time his preaching received a lot of response from his relatives. After all, most of them were not very smart and were extremely devoted to the use of force, so Dolo's words were exactly what they wanted.

Rump snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You're leaving the natural barrier unused and going to fight the enemy to the death. Is your brain filled with goblin feces?"

"Pathetic guy."

"That's right, Lord Trump, those goblins are so greedy, cowardly, and stupid..." the ogre warlock Gold Fang added at the right time.

Although he was talking about goblins, every word he said made the goblin leader tremble with anger, and his already ugly red face became even redder.

Doro walked up to him, looked down at him, and shouted fiercely:
"Gold Fang! Get out of here!"

"You have no right to speak here!"

But standing next to Gold Teeth was the even taller Trump, which gave him the courage to confront Dolo. Since they had already become enemies, he might as well disgust him again.

The Kobold Warlock spread his wings towards Doro aggressively and said smugly: "Let's see who has the purer bloodline of the master."

"Who is the real dragon vein!"

Duo Luo laughed in anger: "You——"

"Enough." The red dragon's voice sounded, and an invisible dragon might filled the valley, giving every follower a strong sense of oppression.

The scene suddenly became quiet and even silent. No matter if it was the ogres, hobgoblins or kobolds, they all stood still and didn't dare to breathe.

“We really have to be proactive.”

Hearing this, Dolo was immediately overjoyed and glanced at Trump provocatively.

Cassius 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 sound of horns rang out in the Dragon Valley.

The horn made from the horn of the green-footed dragon snake made a heavy sound like thunder.

The hobgoblins drove their 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 on the Storm Peak, kobolds and goblins poured out like a tide.

The Burning Embers, a terrifying beast that has been dormant for many years, has finally revealed its fangs and claws.

……

In the Northern Alliance camp, a hand wearing a white glove slapped the map scroll.

"It is here, in the Trier Valley."

"Our preferred location. We can advance directly to Storm Peak, or we can retreat to Trier's Throat to prevent the Burning Embers from pursuing us. Everything is perfect."

The man who was speaking looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a gorgeously decorated knight's armor and had two carefully groomed mustaches on his lips. He looked very majestic.

His name was Robert Dudley, the youngest earl of the Duchy of Rackman, the trusted son-in-law of Duke Brad Rackman, the commander-in-chief of the three-nation coalition, and also a battle-hardened noble knight.

Inside the tent, a blond young man in his early twenties questioned, "What if they attack from behind and block us in the valley?"

"Hahahaha!"

The noble lords in the tent burst into laughter again.

The speaker was Andre Bosque, the third son of the "Lion of the North" Bosque family, and also a young and promising paladin who followed the oath of glory.

Apart from his personal strength, his naivety and recklessness often made people laugh, so he was privately nicknamed "Little Lion".

Robert stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Andre, war is not a simple game. In a war involving tens of thousands of people, mobilizing troops is not as easy as playing chess."

His hand pointed to the map.

"Look here, there are the Luckett Mountains on the edge of Storm Peak blocking the way. It's impossible for them to appear behind us without warning."

Andre pondered for a moment before whispering:
"I understand, Lord Robert."

(End of this chapter)