The entire camp erupted in celebration. The nobles called on friends and acquaintances, celebrating this hard-won joy in their spare time.
Even Velin, as legion commander, received quite a few invitations, but he turned them all down.
The Legion Command Department had set December 25 as the deadline for reaching Cave Hills. With more than twenty days left, there was no harm in resting here for a few days and letting the soldiers relax.
Inside his tent, Velin held a private banquet for his subordinates: his attendant Kyle, Star Prayer Camp commander Cassius, the brothers Orlando and Hebrew, and Pastor Lavia. Including himself, there were six people in total.
Three days later, the army assembled again and marched toward Cave Hills.
Along the way, the Dwarf Villages and towns they encountered were nine-tenths deserted, with barely any trace of Dwarves still active.
Such was the cruelty of war. Xigas Province had basically been smashed to pieces; without thirty or forty years, it would be nearly impossible for it to recover.
As for West Hill Province to the northwest, it had been contaminated by the aura of death. Even after being purified by priests, it would basically be unusable for the next thirty years.
Moreover, West Hill Province had become a natural barrier. As long as the kingdom stationed troops to hold the area along the east bank of Dwarf Stone Pass, it could largely eliminate the possibility of Dwarves launching surprise attacks from the Graylight Wasteland.
When they passed through Iron Tower City in southern Xigas Province, Velin received the reinforcements dispatched by the Sixth Commander's Department, along with a shipment of supplies they had escorted.
"My lord, this batch of reinforcements numbers 5,500. There are three Silver Knights, five Silver Warriors, twenty-six Bronze Knights, and sixty-three Bronze Warriors. The