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Chapter 492: Steel and Stone ( 491 ) · Oct 04, 2026

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451 Chapter 451: Protests and Powerplays ( 451 ) 2026-10-04
452 Chapter 452: Too Late for Regrets ( 452 ) 2026-10-04
453 Chapter 453: Wine and Whimsy ( 453 ) 2026-10-04
454 Chapter 454: Strength in Heart ( 454 ) 2026-10-04
455 Chapter 455: Towards Destiny ( 455 ) 2026-10-04
456 Chapter 456: Sweet Moments and Gentle Thoughts ( 456 ) 2026-10-04
457 Chapter 457: Towards the Capital ( 457 ) 2026-10-04
458 Chapter 458: The Price of Divinity ( 458 ) 2026-10-04
459 Chapter 459: The Peacekeepers’ Oath ( 459 ) 2026-10-04
460 Chapter 460: Last Stand of a Hero ( 460 ) 2026-10-04
461 Chapter 461: Fury and Farewell ( 461 ) 2026-10-04
462 Chapter 462: Falling Walls, Rising Hope ( 462 ) 2026-10-04
463 Chapter 463: Javier’s Day of Disasters ( 463 ) 2026-10-04
464 Chapter 464: Courts, Clowns, and Crowns ( 464 ) 2026-10-04
465 Chapter 465: Nightfall at the Heart of Armand ( 465 ) 2026-10-04
466 Chapter 466: Moonlit Battlefield ( 466 ) 2026-10-04
467 Chapter 467: The White Reaper’s ( 467 ) 2026-10-04
468 Chapter 468: A Battle of Grace and Fury ( 468 ) 2026-10-04
469 Chapter 469: The Reaper’s Silence ( 469 ) 2026-10-04
470 Chapter 470: Night of the Dark Invasion ( 470 ) 2026-10-04
471 Chapter 471: Light Against the Darkness ( 471 ) 2026-10-04
472 Chapter 472: Battlefield of Promises ( 472 ) 2026-10-04
473 Chapter 473: Sanctified by Light ( 473 ) 2026-10-04
474 Chapter 474: Javier’s Resolve ( 474 ) 2026-10-04
475 Chapter 475 Graceful Deception ( 475 ) 2026-10-04
476 Chapter 476 Beneath the Vines ( 476 ) 2026-10-04
477 Chapter 477 Long Distance Heartbeats ( 477 ) 2026-10-04
478 Chapter 478: Unwanted Admirers ( 478 ) 2026-10-04
479 Chapter 479: Harem Morning Troubles ( 479 ) 2026-10-04
480 Chapter 480: Water, War, and Warnings ( 480 ) 2026-10-04
481 Chapter 481: Clothes, Cats, and Cooking ( 481 ) 2026-10-04
482 Chapter 482: Wives, Words, and Worry ( 482 ) 2026-10-04
483 Chapter 483: Celestials and Corruption ( 483 ) 2026-10-04
484 Chapter 484: Deception and Dominion ( 484 ) 2026-10-04
485 Chapter 485: Hope on the Brink ( 485 ) 2026-10-04
486 Chapter 486: Duties and Distractions ( 486 ) 2026-10-04
487 Chapter 487: Treasure, Tales, and Teasing ( 487 ) 2026-10-04
488 Chapter 488: Soft Words and Strong Feelings ( 488 ) 2026-10-04
489 Chapter 489: Gears in Motion ( 489 ) 2026-10-04
490 Chapter 490: Ambitions and Affections ( 490 ) 2026-10-04
491 Chapter 491: Grace in the Garden ( 491 ) 2026-10-04
492 Chapter 492: Steel and Stone ( 491 ) 2026-10-04
493 Chapter 493: Off the Leash ( 493 ) 2026-10-04
494 Chapter 494: Dangers on the Horizon ( 494 ) 2026-10-04
495 Chapter 495: Caught in a Tight Spot ( 495 ) 2026-10-04
496 Chapter 496: Blushing, Brawling, and Bound ( 496 ) 2026-10-04
497 Chapter 497: Love, Threats, and Illusions ( 497 ) 2026-10-04
498 Chapter 498: Moment of Farewell ( 498 ) 2026-10-04
499 Chapter 499: Loyalty and Love ( 499 ) 2026-10-04
500 Chapter 500: Sealed with Destiny ( 500 ) 2026-10-04

Chapter 492: Steel and Stone ( 491 )

Dwarven Kingdom.

Inside the fortified stone walls of the palace, Chieftain Gumarak stood at the center of the war room.

The heavy air was thick with tension.

He stared intently at the war map spread across the massive table. Red markers indicated enemy advances.

Another stronghold had fallen.

Captured by the Human Kingdom’s forces.

Gumarak clenched his fists briefly behind his back.

The human wyvern units were wreaking havoc across the battlefield. Their swift aerial assaults overwhelmed defenses, and the Dwarves’ hawk riders—though skilled—were fewer and slower.

They had shot down several wyverns.

But the toll had been high.

Much too high.

He turned sharply toward one of his generals.

“Any news about recruiting new giant hawk riders?”

The general bowed slightly.

“We’re still training another thirty recruits, sire. But… giant hawks are not easy to tame.”

Gumarak grunted, unimpressed.

Of course they weren’t. Nothing worthwhile ever was.

He jabbed a finger at the map, where the air assault lines were marked.

“Status on our efforts to counter these air attacks?”

A different officer responded.

“We’ve deployed the newly built magic ballistae… but they’re not fast enough to hit the human wyverns. Their speed surpasses our targeting.”

Gumarak growled low, voice dark.

“Speed, precision… It’s a game we can’t afford to lose.”

He stood silently, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he studied the war map.

His gaze shifted to the stronghold defending the Halfling front.

For now, their forces held their ground against the Halfling assault.

But how long they could maintain it… no one knew.

They were taking hits from both sides—the Humans from the east, the Halflings from the west.

Pressure was mounting relentlessly.

Another general stepped forward, voice strained.

“Our food supplies are running out, Chieftain.”

Gumarak’s eyes narrowed.

“We cannot ration anymore,” the general continued. “Reserves are nearly exhausted. If this keeps up… morale will shatter before the walls do.”

Gumarak tapped the table once, sharply.

“Is there any way to secure additional supplies from the Beastkin or the Elven borders?”

A scout bowed low, face grim.

“I’m sorry, Lord. Even our messengers… did not return.”

The room fell into heavy silence.

“Most of the major roads leading to the Beastkin and Elven territories have been captured,” the scout added quietly. “Travel is nearly impossible.”

Gumarak exhaled heavily through his nose, fists clenched.

Another officer stepped forward, face pale.

“And… our latest reports say…”

He hesitated, voice almost a whisper.

“What is it?” Gumarak’s voice rumbled.

“It appears the Amazarak Kingdom has already fallen.”

A deafening silence filled the war room.

Gumarak’s expression darkened as he pointed decisively at several locations on the war map.

“Our stronghold here… here… and here,” he said grimly, stabbing each point with deliberate, sharp movements. “Are now under heavy attack from both sides.”

An officer stepped forward, clutching a fresh report.

“Our commanders in those areas have sent urgent requests,” he reported. “They need more ore, spare weapons, armor, and reinforcements of healer units to tend the wounded.”

Gumarak clenched his jaw tight.

“Send what we can,” he said softly. “Send the food too… even if it’s little.”

He paused, eyes sweeping across the exhausted faces of his generals and officers.

“Let’s hope a miracle turns this around.”

He exhaled a heavy breath.

“If not…” his voice grew solemn. “I am sorry, everyone. For dragging you all into this war.”

A long silence settled over the room.

Then, one of his senior generals stepped forward and slammed his fist against his chest.

“Don’t say that, Chieftain!”

Several others echoed his stance with similar gestures of loyalty.

“It’s not your fault, nor ours! We didn’t provoke anyone!”

“They’re the ones who attacked us first!”

A murmur of agreement rippled throughout.

Gumarak slowly lifted his head, a shadow flickering across his face.

“If I hadn’t claimed the celestial… this wouldn’t have happened.”

One of his generals moved forward confidently.

“No, Chieftain! You claimed it so no one else would! To protect our people!”

Gumarak clenched his fists tighter.

“But still…”

Another officer, older and battle-scarred, shook his head solemnly.

“No, Chieftain. It’s not our fault.”

He looked around at the others.

“It’s the Humans. It’s the Halflings. They’re the ones who started this.”

“We were always a peaceful nation,” he continued. “We never provoked anyone. We never seized land. We stayed on our own.”

More voices joined in, unwavering.

“And we will stand now.”

“No matter what comes.”

“We will fight for our homeland.”

Gumarak closed his eyes briefly.

“Send the new recruits to assist in all strongholds,” Gumarak commanded, pointing again at the war map and tapping several key defensive lines.

“Prioritize reinforcing our ranged units.”

The officers quickly nodded, jotting down notes with urgency.

“Tell our blacksmiths to mass-produce magic crossbows. Reinforce the shields too— I don’t care if they have to work day and night.”

Another general stepped forward.

“Understood, Chieftain.”

Gumarak exhaled quietly, his mind racing through the reports.

“As for food…” he paused thoughtfully. “Continue sending whatever supplies we can to our strongholds. We can’t rely on outside help. Not a single messenger has made it through.”

A heavy silence settled over the war room again.

Gumarak turned to his logistics officer.

“How many reserve troops do we have right now?”

The officer flipped through his scrolls rapidly.

“Less than 300,000, Chieftain.”

Gumarak’s expression tightened slightly.

“…And the new recruits?”

“We’ve managed to recruit about 50,000 civilians—mostly farmers and miners. They’re still in basic training.”

He paused, contemplating.

“How are our farms doing?”

The officer responded immediately.

“They’re doing their best to secure food. Many workers who normally focus on mining or craftsmanship have been reassigned to farming, on order.”

Gumarak nodded slowly.

“Good. Allow our people to cultivate any available land—fields, open land, even near the city walls if necessary. Prioritize crops that can be harvested quickly.”

“As you command, Chieftain.”

“General.”

“Yes, Chieftain?”

Gumarak fixed him with a sharp look.

“We should form special units to harass the enemy camps—no more than fifty soldiers per unit, riding Battle Wolves.”

He leaned forward over the map.

“Focus on hit-and-run tactics: attack supply lines, disrupt camps, force them to chase shadows.”

The general nodded quickly.

“Understood, Chieftain. I’ve read the report… about how Armand used Pekkos before—when the noble coalition tried to invade.”

Gumarak nodded once.

“They’re fast, agile—perfect for raiding.”

The general hesitated.

“But, Chieftain… our Battle Wolves are agile, but not as fast as a Pekko.”

Gumarak grunted.

“Better than horses—and tough enough to tear through enemy lines.”

The general saluted sharply.

“I’ll form the units immediately.”

“Good,” Gumarak said, tapping the map.

“Split them into six to seven teams, each with thirty to fifty riders. Equip them with light crossbows, javelins, and short swords for melee if needed. Keep armor minimal—speed is key.”

“As you command, Chieftain!”

The officers moved swiftly to execute the orders.

Even outnumbered, the Dwarves would make the enemy bleed for every inch they took.

( End Of Chapter )

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