Jero had not expected that before the matter of the ghosts was resolved, the Mountain Spirits would also co and stir up trouble.
And without waiting for him to ask questions, as if to confirm what those savages had said, a rustling sound ca to Jero’s ears, accompanied by a series of squeaks.
Then the Dwarf Warriors saw a large swarm of mice erging from the darkness, rushing towards them.
The Dwarves were no strangers to these little creatures, but the mice they usually encountered were mostly alone or in pairs, and they acted stealthily. Once spotted, they would imdiately scurry into a burrow to hide.
But when hundreds or thousands of mice gathered together, it was the humans who felt fear.
Furthermore, those savages kept clamoring about the Mountain Spirits as if these mice were sent by the Mountain Spirits to punish them, making the Dwarves even more terrified.
Upon seeing those mice, Jero paused again, but this ti he reacted quickly, imdiately ordering his warriors to light their torches.
He hoped to use the mice’s instinctual fear of fire to scare them away.
However, the effect was very limited. Whether those mice were possessed or sothing, even when they were hit and singed by the torches, squealing in pain, they continued to charge forward.
At this mont, Jero could no longer worry about those deserters. He drew the axe from his waist, leaped down from his warhorse, and stepped on two mice, crushing them to death, then shouted.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s just a bunch of mice. Everyone, follow and drive these disgusting things back underground!"
Indeed, just as he had said, although the number of mice was staggering and gave people the creeps, their combat ability was actually average.
Their teeth and claws could not tear through the Armor of the Dwarves. As long as they were careful to protect the parts exposed outside the Armor, they would not be seriously injured.
With a little ti, Jero was confident he could repel these strange mice.
But the problem was that tonight, the gods of fate clearly did not stand on their side.
Screams soon filled Jero’s ears again, but this ti, they ca from behind him.
Those who had not fought the ghosts and who had been chased all over by the mice returned with vigour, and furthermore, they swung their weapons at the heads of their supposed allies.
This attack ca without any signs.
One second, those savages had been shouting and running for their lives, then in the next second, they suddenly turned against the Dwarf Warriors by their side.
And the Dwarves were at this mont focused on dealing with the mice that seed to appear out of nowhere, never expecting to be attacked by those next to them.
Caught off guard, it only took a mont for hundreds of Dwarves to be cut down and lose their lives.
But those savages did not stop their killing blades, imdiately looking for new targets.
What was worse, the ghosts had now arrived.
The Dwarf Warriors at the very front of the army were Jero’s carefully selected elites of the Kingdom, and each was equipped with a wooden spear capable of restraining the ghosts. Facing the terrifying darkness, they resolutely confronted the threat.
And then... there was no after that.
Miss Rabbit led with her own guards, although not very nurous, but considering that the Lady had invested a lot of money in arming and expanding the military ever since she learned of the Wing Tribe’s invasion of Bratis, one should know it was no small force.
And the young lady had also prospered by now, having equipped all her guards with full-body armor and issued them shields made of dragon scales, which reduced weight while maintaining unabated defensive power.
The guards of the Arias family had essentially transford into moving steel fortresses, hardly sothing that simple wooden spears could threaten.
As a result, the Dwarves at the very front didn’t even manage to struggle before they were all chopped down and felled to the ground.
The imperial warriors leaped over the enemy’s corpses, continuing to charge forward.
At this mont, Jero had noticed sothing was amiss. According to the barbarians, the Ghosts were people co back to life, but if that were true, their Armor and weapons shouldn’t be so pristine.
The next mont, a dreadful thought arose in Jero’s mind.
But he also felt that the imperial people couldn’t possibly have the ability to both summon Fire teors and call upon Mysterious Light Pillars and hordes of rats for assistance.
If the phenona that night were indeed their doing, it would be too incredible.
Many thoughts flashed through Jero’s mind in an instant, but he didn’t forget to command his warriors to et the enemy.
Prince Oli did not choose to undermine him at such a ti by fighting for power or profiting from the situation, instead, he generously handed over the command of his over ten thousand warriors.
But this also ant that if he lost the battle to co, he would have to take full responsibility.
Jero had no hesitation at all, as the chief commander of the army he had only one thought in his head, and that was to win this war.
However, the situation was worse than Jero had imagined.
The barbarians had turned back part-way, throwing the army’s formation into disarray, and now they were rampaging everywhere, attacking the nearby Dwarf Warriors and causing chaos.
Furthermore, the rats were also very annoying. Their teeth and claws might not be deadly, but the Dwarf Warriors couldn’t completely ignore them; they had to spare so of their attention to guard against them during battle.
So facing those enemies with glowing eyes beca even more strenuous.
Jero could feel his army beginning to waver as if it could collapse at any mont.
And as if trouble wasn’t already enough, just then Fire teors streaked across the sky above his head, and this ti their points of impact were no longer the granaries, but toward the crowds.
Wherever there were more people, that’s where they would fall, bursting into balls of fire!
Witnessing their comrades being struck by Fire teors, turning into Firen, falling to the ground in agony and screams, even the bravest and most battle-hardened Dwarves felt a chill at the mont.
They weren’t afraid to face powerful enemies because no matter how powerful the enemy, there were always weaknesses, and with gritted teeth, they could be overco. However, this mysterious and inexplicable power, these deaths from nowhere, brought a trendous psychological pressure they didn’t know how to cope with.
Moreover, Dwarves indeed weren’t accustod to fighting at night; it was very difficult for officers at all levels just to convey orders. Initially, it was possible to command, but it wasn’t long before the Dwarves were fragnted, left to fight on their own.
Even though Jero, as the commander, was trying very hard, he could never reverse the worsening situation.
And as ti went on, the decline continued to accumulate and expand, leading to an ultimate complete collapse.
In the end, the Dwarves had even lost the will to fight, dropping their weapons and scattering, fleeing into the mountains and forests.
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