Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 928: Chapter 723: The Reason for Aiding Mirabar

After the Undead Tribe arrived in Toril, the battles were either city sieges resolved within days or multiple forces attacking simultaneously... When they divided their troops, it was indeed difficult to discern the total numbers, since the Undead Tribe always managed to get lost in some peculiar places; deploying a million troops and only having two hundred thousand reach the destination was common, even though they had automatic following.

The only battle where the Undead Tribe participated fully was the defense of Agleya... But at that time, all attention was undoubtedly occupied by Suren, who emerged out of nowhere.

So, if it weren’t for those with accurate intelligence under the deities, other forces on Toril would easily misjudge the total numbers of the Undead Tribe, especially determining the peak count.

Yet, the situation at Luskan was clearly a highly experienced regional task... The Undead Tribe would attempt to participate whenever possible.

It’s always said that there are many half-orcs on the World’s Ridge... But Hill thought there were just tens of millions. Even if they divided some forces to attack Mirabar’s Underground City, it would make no difference.

They certainly hid some troops, but the rate at which half-orcs perished far exceeded their expectations; if they wanted to maintain the pace of battle, they’d have to keep increasing their numbers.

Hill had long observed half-orcs continuously joining the battlefield from the mountains... But with such a slow pace, Hill felt the one exhausted in the end would definitely not be Luskan.

He even thought the Temporal Artifact might be disappointed... The number of half-orcs was far less than initially expected; how long could they last?

The Undead Tribe arranged combat zones based on military exploits, some larger families rotating hundreds of thousands over a small area... If the battle ended too quickly, those unlucky ones with a poor draw order might not even reach the edge of the battlefield a few times... In such cases, the God of Time and Space would be scolded again...

Of course, it’s more likely that William would be scolded... The Undead Tribe habitually regarded him as the representative of dog planning, and when dissatisfied, they would scapegoat him.

Hill hadn’t waited long before hearing loud cheers, and Undead Tribe members waiting in the defense rotation area surged forward, with many leaping off the city wall and directly overturning the half-orcs blocking the way.

Hill heard an angry shout: ”Charge you all! Dead ones continue to rot! Live ones crush everything!”

Amid the resounding cries of ”charge, charge, charge,” the Undead Tribe swiftly attacked out of the city... Naturally, some quickly responded to their call to charge, dying and returning to the city to rot... Those charging at the forefront would certainly kill the most monsters but also die quicker than others.

Hill blinked as those charging melee professionals were cloaked in various colors of Elemental Light, the glaring light attracting everyone’s attention; thus, people with poor eyesight might really fail to notice the figures faintly emerging within the halos... A hidden part of the Undead Tribe’s forces positioned on the eastern side had come online.

Hill looked on with surprise as that group swept through all half-orcs within a thousand meters of the city wall, then quickly summoned horses and charged directly toward the dwarf city Mirabar in the east.

According to the Temporal Artifact’s judgment, this city seemed quite important!

Hill felt there might be something he was overlooking.

Due to certain past memories, he had never been willing to interact much with dwarves, but William and the God of Time and Space apparently didn’t share this sentiment...

Hill quietly leaned back on the sofa, beginning to calculate their intentions in the mental sea...

He remembered something, turning to ask, ”List, how are the dwarves taken in by Agleya City getting along with the Undead Tribe?”

”Quite well.” List appeared, flipping through his work manual, saying earnestly, ”Those dwarves forge materials daily, all sold to them by the Undead Tribe.”

Hill paused for a moment, recalling those dwarves had set up several blast furnaces for iron smelting in one corner of Sword Mountain, and the furnace never stopped burning; due to the noise and odor, he’d even installed an Isolation Array there.

”Sir,” List calmly explained, ”Although officially, Agleya City and your exclusive general store buy all kinds of materials, the dwarves’ purchase price for basic minerals is much higher than ours.

The Undead Tribe naturally opts to sell to them first, then make alchemy items themselves, and finally sell to us.

Mr. Lynn thinks this arrangement is quite good, so he hasn’t brought up the matter with you. After all, even if we acquired those basic minerals, they’d just pile up in the warehouse... Your Alchemy Workshop always uses its own materials.”

Hill didn’t respond... With just a bit of mana, he could obtain high-purity, relatively uniform basic minerals; those miscellaneous external goods wouldn’t catch his glance.

”Speaking of which, dwarves and gnomes come from the same world, it’s curious why their relationship isn’t very good,” List remarked oddly, ”There’s no direct conflict, yet they don’t want to interact.”

”The more familiar they become with Toril, the more dwarves and gnomes understand how ridiculous their lives were in Felunryel,” Hill understood the subtle mentality, ”Hence, they entirely don’t want to engage with those aware of their dark history.

Instead, communicating with the somewhat naïve Undead Tribe, in some respects, is easier... After all, to the Undead Tribe, they’re merely unfortunate folks blinded by ignorance.

But those who know what happened in the past feel awkward when facing each other.

Companions of the same race can keep each other warm, but for other races, let’s forget it...

Moreover, Gnomes have always thought themselves smarter than Dwarves, yet during the time in Felunryel, they were foolish from start to finish, while Dwarves, under that Divine Child’s rule, retained much of their sanity.”

List couldn’t help but shake his head: Why is it that Hill is always so precise and skilled in making such judgments, but in areas where even the Tower Spirit can clearly analyze, he always seems to be confused?

Hill pondered for a while, then said softly: ”William... isn’t he still looking for that Dilinca?”

This culprit who, along with the God of the Gray Dwarves, made such a mess of Teraxil; after Hill arrived in Toril, he, of course, searched for his traces too.

But over the years, there hasn’t been a single piece of news about him. This God of the Dilo Dwarves primarily exists within the Abyss.

The God of the Gray Dwarves is the same, with Rose around, he mostly appears in stories as the stepping stone crushed under the spider’s foot, but beyond that, there is no more information.

Hill thought for a moment, then dug out a comprehensive encyclopedia of Dwarf races from his bookshelf and silently opened to the lineage of the Mirabar Dwarves; he might have overlooked something...

His fingers lightly traced over a passage. This Shield Dwarf clan, claiming to be part of the ’Axe Family’, is on good terms with the Fire Dwarves of the Fire Element Plane... but their suspected bloodline, inspired by Moradin to move back to the surface from the Underworld, was ostracized when a certain Dwarf Kingdom split, which is why they eventually moved to Mirabar and took over the Goblin’s mines.

The reason this group of Dwarves can survive well at the foot of the World’s Ridge, where dragons frequently appear and half-orcs run rampant, is because they have the protection of the Crystal Dragon Celine Delagrost. This female adult dragon is mercurial but inherently gentle; the Dwarves even regard her as a ’mother’.

Hill’s previous attention to the Mirabar Dwarves was actually all focused on that Crystal Dragon, which is why he overlooked... the Golden Dwarf lineage they possessed.

But William, not here, excluded that Lady Dragon and directly focused his attention on the Mirabar Dwarves.

Hill sighed gently; in these matters, he was far behind William, but now that he had a direction, he was, of course, willing to cooperate.

He pulled out his notes on the Northern Giant Dragons, copying down all events related to Celine Delagrost: This lady had been injured during the Dragon Madness when battling the Ancient Red Dragon Klaus, who attacked Hill’s Domain, lost her sanity, and descended into madness, attacking some Dwarves working outside the caves at that time.

And when she regained her senses and returned to her territory, the Dwarves didn’t complain at all but instead thanked her for her efforts and sacrifices.

This deeply moved Celine Delagrost, who almost neurotically protected this Shield Dwarf clan.

The conduct of the Undead Tribe could likely provoke an overreaction from this Lady Crystal Dragon, Hill handed the copied pages to List: ”Send these to the Temporal Artifact and let him know to be careful when dealing with the Mirabar Dwarves; their Guardian is a bit overly sensitive.”

Before List left, Hill slowly said: ”Please let the Temporal Artifact notify me of any progress on this matter. I too am a Teraxil person.”

List solemnly accepted the order and left, while waves surged in Hill’s eyes: He felt that William was too accommodating when facing Coron...

Compared to Hill’s boundless search for the enemy’s whereabouts, with the assistance of the Elf Deity System, it was indeed more likely to find those culprits...

This collaboration isn’t really only beneficial to Coron.

Indeed, for Teraxil, Elves had caused plenty of trouble, but for the Humans of Teraxil, those Dwarves from the Abyss were the main culprits who nearly led humanity to extinction.

The Teraxil Elves under the rule of the Elven God King actually despised them the most — it was the Earth Deity System.

But the Human Pantheon isn’t like that... Elves, despite causing lots of troubles, also brought many benefits... the rapid development of humanity indeed occurred with the help of the Elves.

Even if this help carried a sweet poison of Mittan... humanity managed to spit out most of the poison after tasting the honey.

It was the Dwarves that nearly drove the Teraxil Humans to a dead end.

Hill couldn’t help but shake his head and smile, feeling he was thinking too simply.

He glanced at the northeast corner, where half-orcs had poured down from the mountain, once again filling the battlefield, and those Necromancers’ burrows were about to reach the stone layer.

When does the Temporal Artifact plan on cutting off their retreat?