All they ever think about is eating.

Chapter 241.

The final weapon.

A strange crimson moon loomed overhead on yet another clear and cloudless night in Hapne Province, the city of Aman.

Max departed from Aman with several ragged dwarves.

their appearances disheveled and expressions hurried behind Max.

He carried a bundle that emitted a jingling metallic sound in the stillness of the night.

Two hours after Max's departure, a cavalry force of 3,000 dwarves pursued in the direction he had taken.

Gray was unfamiliar with the city of Erd, but Max had provided him with precise directions.

He merely needed to march along that path, and he would inevitably encounter the fortress guards of Erd.

The distance between the two fortifications was considerable.

Yet Max was still spotted by the dwarves stationed at the guard fortress during his passage.

The sentinels high above, unable to discern specific details, prompted Max to intentionally reveal his movements to the dwarves within the fortress.

Upon discovering the situation, the dwarves in the fortress were alarmed as Aman had long since fallen, and the adversaries were approaching from that very direction.

The leader of the fortress quickly relayed the intelligence, but shortly thereafter he observed a cavalry force of dwarves advancing from the southeast.

Enemy attack.

Enemy attack.

The fortress chief was astounded.

Erd's defenses were currently thin, relying primarily on the guardians of this fortress.

They could not afford to allow the enemy to pass.

Swiftly, the chief organized the dwarven troops within the fortress and disseminated further intelligence while preparing to leave the fortress to confront the threat.

He could scarcely fathom that the foreign invaders ruling Aman would dare to launch an offensive against them.

Soon, over 2,000 dwarven cavalrymen were ready for battle.

The chief promptly opened the fortress gates while the dwarves at top the walls calibrated their cannons, aiming at the approaching enemy.

Erd was renowned for its stout ponies, and all the mounts of these dwarves were of that breed.

In contrast, Grayes forces possessed a variety of mounts comprising numerous magical beasts, which lent an imposing aura to their ranks.

Gray was no fool.

He knew the enemy would certainly attempt to intercept them, and with the advantage on his side, he would not foolishly venture into the range of the fortress's artillery.

kill.

We must not allow those traitors to cross the third fortress of Erd.

With a swing of his Warhammer, the fortress chief signaled the 2,000 dwarven cavalry to charge at the enemy.

As the dwarves met once more, the foremost among them drew forth firearms.

Bang! Bang! Countless sparks illuminated the night as gray soldiers raised their crafted round shields to protect their vital areas.

Despite this, some were unfortunate enough to be struck.

Yet the spherical projectiles merely sparked against their armor.

Little did they know, the frontline dwarves were clad in elite tier equipment, rendering them impervious to such poulry firearms.

As for the magical beasts, such minor wounds bore negligible impact on them.

Sun Xiao's magical beast crystals had already been enhanced by Bayou, with even the lowest tier beasts being of ordinary level five, possessing massive forms and remarkable speed.

Gray soldiers also retaliated with firearms equipped similarly to their adversaries.

Before the two factions could engage in combat, casualties began to emerge on both sides.

Though the losses suffered by the fortress leader side were significantly more severe.

Soon the two forces clashed, plunging into chaos.

The fortress leader realized that the opposing side was not only well-trained, but also superior in terms of equipment, mounts, and numbers.

This starkly contrasted with his previous understanding of the defenders of Aman city as mere peasants, utterly shattering his perceptions.

Moreover, the opposing leader dawned a full set of commanding armor, displaying prowess that matched his own.

The fortress leader could only hope for the swift arrival of reinforcements from other fortresses, otherwise their fate would be sealed.

Meanwhile, a great fire erupted within the confines of Fortress 3.

billowing thick smoke that signaled the dire situation to the other fortresses and to Earth City.

On the other side, Max caught sight of Earth City in the distance.

In a state of panic, he hastily smeared dirt across his face and fled towards the city.

Shortly after receiving the distressing news from Fortress 3, Lord Stir was informed by soldiers entering from outside the city.

My lord, the suspicious dwarves have indeed arrived.

With a disdainful grunt, Stir rose and made his way to the city walls.

He had been asleep before being roused in the middle of the night, an interruption that would vex anyone.

Upon reaching the walls, he indeed saw a group of individuals in disarray, frantically approaching.

Refugees mate.

Max arrived at the foot of the walls, disregarding the dwarven soldiers aiming firearms at them, and prostrated himself.

Please, my lord, grant us sanctuary.

We have escaped from Aman city bearing crucial intelligence.

Their pursuers are right behind us.

We implore you to take us in.

Max and several dwarves bowed repeatedly on the ground.

Due to the dirt on their faces and the dim light, Stirr could not discern their features.

I am the lord of this city.

You claim to have fled from Aman's city.

How can you prove it? Stirr's icy voice echoed from the walls.

Suddenly, a dwarf rushed over, and Stern noticed the distant glow of flames and the rising smoke.

"My lord," the dwarf called out, offering no further explanation, but silently handing a letter to Stir.

After reading it, Stir's expression turned cold.

They truly were under attack.

"Speak of everything you know," he commanded sharply, signaling a nearby dwarf to relay the message.

"My Lord have mercy.

" Aman city under the guidance of foreign forces intends to overthrow the clans and has begun their mobilization.

We learned of this and acted before they were fully prepared.

Within the city, there is a royal level leader and 30,000 troops equipped with various weapons.

We must remain vigilant.

As Max continued to bow, relaying the intelligence, Stirr's demeanor grew increasingly grim, recognizing the gravity of the situation.

Once Max finished, Stir turned to leave, thinking it absurd to shelter a few commoners at such a critical juncture.

Their demise was of no concern to him.

As Steer prepared to depart, Max's words compelled him a halt.

"My lord, I carry the weapon of Prince Zhuan upon my back, which I painstakingly pilered from the city.

It is precisely this that has incited their wrath in pursuit.

The cost of forging a complete royal set is not trivial.

Such equipment must not fall into enemy hands, especially when it belongs to the young Prince Zu man.

Throw it up to me.

Despite the apparent ease of retrieval, Steer remained resolute in denying entry to Max.

Refusal would warrant a swift execution.

Undeterred, Max maintained his composure.

My lord, you must shelter me.

This armor is far too heavy, and the walls are too high for me to toss it up.

Max casually let his burden fall to the ground, revealing the pale blue armor and the distinctive weapon of Juan.

Upon seeing this, Steer made an immediate decision to exit the city and recover the set.

To ensure safety, he opted to retrieve it personally, wary of potential deceit, knowing that the shorter soldiers would be inadequate for the task.

While his royal status granted him no such concerns, the city gate creaked open and Steer, clad in his beast skin attire, emerged while Max and several other dwarves knelt motionless.

My lord, this breastplate appears to be damaged.

Please take a look.

Kneeling, Max presented Juman's breastplate to Steer, who accepted it, noting the significant marks, though they did not impair its functionality.

This is the grieve.

This the van brace.

And this is the helmet.