The governor of West Hill Province, Jed Ironfurnace, had just set foot in Stone Mountain City. He was filled with pride. Xigas Province had been lost at the hands of an elite legion, yet under his "wise" leadership, it had been reclaimed.
"My lord, l-look..." A Dwarven general pointed across the river, terror written all over his face as he spoke to Governor Jed Ironfurnace.
Jed frowned in displeasure and turned to look. His face instantly turned pale, and he collapsed onto the ground.
"H-how could this be? Th-this is an Undead Calamity."
As a member of the royal family, he knew full well what this gray-black mist was.
"Quick! Have the soldiers sail the ships back to save people! Save as many as you can!" Jed ordered several Dwarven generals beside him, forcing down the fear in his heart.
The men came to their senses and summoned the soldiers to return to the other side of the Misty River to rescue people.
There were not only over a hundred thousand troops on the other side of the Misty River, but also a vast quantity of supplies.
As for the hundreds of thousands of Dwarven civilians within West Hill Province, they had silently been abandoned. All they could pray for now was that the gray-black mist would not spread. Otherwise, they could only look after themselves, and even the army across the river would have to be abandoned.
After receiving the news, Duke Hador arrived at the Misty River. Looking at the gray-black mist below and the ships constantly traveling across the river, he gripped his iron hammer tightly. He looked furious, but hesitation filled his heart even more.
The symbol of the Bone Flower Council—Death Mist. Having lived for a thousand years, he naturally recognized it.
He had no