"Griffith, we are so worried about you!" Sonia rushed into Xiao Yan's arms, and Valkyrie and Joshua also came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"We thought you were buried in an avalanche, too." Valkyrie looked back at the changed landform. "It's amazing that such variables actually occurred. Fortunately, Grand Duke Mislati... Now that the king has stabilized the army, we can still continue our plan."

Xiao Yan looked at the red-haired girl deeply, as if she wanted to see some hints and sarcasm from her words and eyes. However, Valkyri's expression was very sincere and there was no sign of hiding anything.

Did I worry too much? Sure enough, if I kill my allies, I feel guilty, I will feel strange when I see others. Xiao Yan hugged Sonia, "Okay, okay, I'm fine~."

Galadia looked at the side with her arms in her arms, silently saying nothing. Xiao Yan's head turned over, just in time to meet her sight.

It was a look of sadness, compassion and understanding mixed with a little sense of distance, but more of a look of sorrow, compassion and understanding.

...

Prince Ton personally led a small team to meet with Xiao Yan and the others, preparing to sneak into Lengshan from the small path. Since Grand Duke Mislati called himself the king of dwarves, everyone's name for Young Master Ton has changed to His Highness.

Not far away, there were three thousand elite soldiers of the Misilan tribe like a copper wall. Sarahardin I's most determined ally, a thousand warriors of the Black Sea Dwarf tribe also rushed from the nearby area, waiting for the order to fight.

"The Mithril Warriors will launch an attack in a while to restrain the attention of the Hematite tribe in the front." Xiao Yan gestured on the map. "Before the attack began, we, led by His Highness Ton, who was familiar with the route, sneaked into the autumn leaves hall on the upper floor of the Cold Mountain from the secret passage. The Heart of the Mountains, Lorentiya Diamond, is in the secret curriculum nearby."

"We agree with your opinion, Maludou, Maludou." Ton nodded while touching his beard. Xiao Yan's courage had been conveyed to various clans in advance through letters, and the lonely rescue not long ago made the middle and lower-level officers and soldiers of Midwin's middle and lower class respect him.

Prince Tone was also very impressed by Xiao Yan and supported his plan: "On that tragic day, the dragon Angma spent a whole day sweeping the entire mountain range, which gave us a certain time to evacuate, but the most core upper treasure house and secret hiding fell from the beginning. The bravest warriors tried to snatch out the Lorentia diamonds from there, but they were either turned into nonsense madmen by Dragon Power, or they were roasted into coke by the fire."

"Our team will be as simple as possible. Since the dragon is particularly sensitive to the aura of the dwarf, the task of regaining the Lorentiya diamond will be mainly completed by us." Xiao Yan continued, "If the Misilian clan has controlled the situation in the middle and lower levels at this time, we will directly meet with everyone and temporarily avoid the dragon."

Sarahardin I was also present to listen to their plans. The new king looked at Sonia and his eldest son and said, "If the war below does not go well, you must also hand over the hearts of the mountains to me as soon as possible. With the diamonds, I can unify the seven tribes under my banner. Even if I cannot regain Lengshan and other treasures this time, it doesn't matter."

Talking to professional politicians was relaxed... Xiao Yan and Sonia looked at each other and accepted the king's proposal very happily.

Opposite them, five thousand Hematite soldiers also lined up in an orderly line to confront them.

The Avalanche not only killed the heirs of the Lorraine Kingdom, but also wiped out the orc coalition that was blocking the road in one fell swoop. The only enemy force left was the Hetier tribe, one of the seven dwarf tribes. They occupied the lowest mine cave after the fall of Lengshan and settled there at the risk of being preyed by the dragon.

After the Mirsin army quickly passed through the avalanche area, they confronted the settled Hematite tribe at the foot of Lengshan. Both sides promoted themselves as the legal successor of the Lorraine Kingdom and asked for support from other dwarf clans.

When he was trapped in a siege, Prince Thor asked Martin Benioff to release the ravens and the devils, explain the situation to the nearby dwarf clans and ask for support.

Before these dwarf tribes could support, they received bad news from Prince Thor. Now, they ignored the summons issued by either Mithril and Hematite, and quietly hid and waited for both sides to decide the winner.

...

"I am Salahardin Mislati I, the legal king and guardian of the Dwarf Kingdom." Mislati I stood proudly and cheered to the Hetites, "I came here to take back the Lorentia diamonds and regain the glory of the Dwarfs. Brothers of the Hetites, you used to face the brutal orc pirates with me in Baku and fight against the trolls in the north in Grozny. Now, as the king, I ask you to join my battle banner."

The bleak cold wind blew across the battlefield, and the Hematite tribe's position was silent, and no one responded to the king's call.

"Go back to your cave!" A shout came from the Red Iron Clan Army.

"The Hematite tribes must establish their own kingdom and glory!"

Sarahardin Mislati shook his head regretfully and walked down the rock and said to the Mithril commander, "They will not accept it. The Hematites have forgotten their former vows and prepared to attack. The lasting guns and war cry may wake up the dragon to summon to destroy it, which will put our army exposed to the wilderness at great risk. Commanders Sochi, Rami, Kona, we must fight quickly."

"As for orders, my king." The three Mithril warriors answered in unison, "In order to defeat them as soon as possible, we will lead our troops to assault on the front line and persist until 30 steps before firing."

"20 steps, ladies and gentlemen." The king said to his compatriots, "The armor of the Hematite tribe is equally good, we must stick to it until 20 steps."

The three commanders looked at each other, but soon they all took the order: "Abide by your will, Your Majesty, we will ask the gentlemen of the Hematite clan to shoot first."

...

"Prepare for attack!"

"Start and move forward!"

Three thousand Mithril tribe dwarf soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding heavy fine iron muskets lined up in three neat rows of horizontal lines, moving forward like three stone walls made of rocks. The one thousand soldiers of the Black Sea tribe are the reserve team of the Mithril-Black Sea coalition. Once the battle infantry completes a breakthrough, the Black Sea infantry will use axes and hammers to expand their advantages.

"Our infantry wait for them to come and let the artillery bombard their center with twelve inches first." The face of the hematite patriarch Kazlok was like a red soldering iron. He stared at the slowly pressing Misilian dwarf with his blood-covered eyes, turned around and said to the officers, "Go and call, please shoot first, gentlemen of Misilian gentlemen."

Three thousand hematite soldiers also lined up three rows of horizontal lines, leaning against the cold rocks of the cold mountains. In addition, Kazlok also had a reserve force of 1,500 people and a fifteen hundred artillery.

The two armies quickly entered the maximum range of the musket, with a distance of two hundred steps. Due to the complex loading steps, the chances of the dwarf musketeers firing within the effective range are generally three to four times.

A hematite commander ran into the battle and shouted at the Misin tribe that was advancing like a wall.

"Misins, please shoot first."

The Mithril's commanders controlled the army to roll forward without any intention of stopping. A flag-holding official shouted: "Gentlemen of Hematite, please shoot first."

"Misins, please shoot first."

"Boom!" With a loud bang, twelve huge shells shot out from behind the Hematite Front, roaring over the head of the Mithril Battle Line.

"Their front line is too thin." Kazlok roared, "The gunner keeps shooting!"

Amid the roaring cannons, the two sides shouted to each other, and the distance had been shortened to seventy steps. From time to time, Mirsil infantry were bombed into the sky and turned into fragments and fell down.

In order to march quickly, the Miltese tribe did not carry artillery. Their infantry ignored the steel flying overhead, and the forward front was as straight as the sword of an elf. The rumbling pace was as heavy as the snoring of an iron dragon.

"Boom!" Another loud bang, and the last six shells broke through the Misilian tribe's front line, and dozens of soldiers turned into a ball of blood and minced meat on the spot.

The two sides were fifty steps apart, and the Hematite artillery was fired because it was too close.

"Misins, please shoot first." After losing firepower support, the commanders of the Hematite tribe had begun to shake. They shouted in vain again, and what they answered was the neat steps of the Michigan tribe.

"Rise the gun!" Hematite commander ordered, "They will stop soon and have three rounds of rapid fire when they stop!"

The Hematite Dwarfs raised their muskets in unison and stared at the approaching enemy coldly.

The two sides were forty steps apart, and the Mithril's army was still advancing.

"Why did they stop!" Heti clan leader Kazlok looked anxiously at the battle line entering like a wall. The officers beside him were covered in sweat, and the hands of the Heti clan soldiers holding muskets began to tremble.

They could already see the firm and persistent eyes of the Mithril Dwarf, and even see the sesame seeds on their beards.

"Bang!" A soldier finally couldn't help but knocked the trigger in his hand. One after another, hematite soldiers seemed to hear the bell of amnesty, and the dense fire sounded across the battlefield, and smoke filled the battlefield.

More than a dozen Mithril dwarves were pierced through the skull by projectiles, and their brains splattered around and their heads fell down.

"Second row, come forward and shoot!"

"Shoot!" The Hematite Dwarves shot another round of rapid shooting. This time they killed hundreds of Mithril Dwarves. The other dwarves made jingling sounds. Most of the projectiles failed to penetrate the heavy armor on their bodies due to angles and distances, or they only caused minor damage.

"Remove the bullet! Load the bullet! Go forward the third row!" The Hematite Commanders shouted.

Opposite them, Mithril began to move forward again, as if the person who had just been shot had nothing to do with them.

The battlefield was almost covered by black smoke. The Misilan tribe was knocked down many soldiers again. One of their commanders, Sochi, was beaten into a sieve in front of countless soldiers and threw himself to the ground. His adjutant did not hesitate for a moment and quickly picked up Sochi's command knife. The dwarfs in the back row filled the gap in the falling front row and approached without stopping.

Twenty steps apart between the two sides.

"Big Team! Set aside." The Mirsin soldiers stopped at the command of the commander and faced the Hematite Dwarf who had already made three rounds of shooting.

Most of the Hematite dwarves had not had time to load the bullets, and looked at the Misilian dwarves who were close at hand in panic and fear.

"Rise the gun!" the Mirsilian officers shouted coldly.

"Aim!" The slogan was passed between companies after company. The soldiers in the first row knelt down, and the soldiers in the third row put the gun on the shoulders of the second row. The three rows of Mithril soldiers raised their guns together and aimed at the enemy troops close at hand.

The Hematite Dwarves' team was in a state of turmoil, and many soldiers subconsciously followed the orders on the opposite side to raise their empty muskets. Being aimed at such a close distance made them feel like a death row prisoner about to be shot.

"shooting!"

The storm-like projectiles whizzed out at a very close distance, easily tearing the armor of the Hematite dwarves. Their first row of soldiers were swept away in an instant, and many second row of soldiers were also knocked to the ground.

A very small number of lucky people were still loading the bullets, and suddenly they saw that all the people around them disappeared like dead leaves under the storm.

Fear immediately occupied their hearts, and the Hematite army was in chaos in the blink of an eye, and many dwarves began to turn around and run away.

"Get the bayonet!" The Mithril Dwarf put a heavy bayonet on the barrel.

"Charge!" The Mirsilian commanders drew their swords and rushed forward. All the Mirsilian tribe dwarves followed their officers and rushed towards the Hematite tribe with bright bayonets.

The three rows of defense of the Hematite Dwarves were almost broken through in an instant, and many people were killed by bayonets on the spot, and more dwarves threw down their weapons and ran away with their heads in their arms.

"Send a reserve team!" The commanders of both sides said the same words almost at the same time.

"Stop them!"

"Roar into Lengshan!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!