Seven days later, a remnant Dwarf army of over forty thousand crossed four hundred kilometers and finally reached the East Bank of Dwarf Stone Pass.
They had passed through several blockade lines, abandoning twenty thousand Dwarf soldiers to cover their rear, and had finally arrived just one step away from the road to survival.
The remaining Dwarf army was exhausted, sustained by the desire to survive as they marched onward without pause.
"Governor, there are no Human Army troops on the East Bank, but a large number of Human Army troops have been spotted on the West Bank." A Dwarf officer came before Governor Jed Ironfurnace and delivered his report weakly.
Governor Jed did not pursue the officer's breach of etiquette.
All he wanted now was a good night's sleep, but the tens of thousands of Human Army troops behind them would not give them time to rest.
Jed gripped his iron hammer tightly in his right hand while gently wiping the dark red bloodstains from his armor with his left, his mind working without rest.
As a Soul Intent Low-Tier Warrior, leaving Xigas Province would have been easy for him.
But behind him were numerous Dwarf nobles and tens of thousands of Dwarf soldiers who believed in him. He could not flee alone.
Nor would the honor carried by his family name allow him to escape by himself.
"Select five thousand men willing to die. They will follow me in the vanguard." Jed swept his stern gaze over the surrounding Dwarf nobles and issued his order.
No one spoke. They simply saluted and returned to their respective units to select warriors.
This was the final hurdle. Cross it, and they lived. Fail, and they died.
They had already crossed four hundred kilometers of death. Could they truly fail at