Upon receiving the specific orders, the 135th Legion swiftly sprang into action.
At the same time, seeing the Human Army begin to move, the Dwarf Resistance Army within the Cave Hills also stirred into action.
After three consecutive days without sleep or rest, the dwarven soldiers at the bottom ranks gradually began to buckle under the high-pressure environment.
Based on the intelligence they had gathered, Dwarf General Madil stared at the movement routes of the human forces on the map. Even after racking his brains, he could not figure out what they were trying to do.
"General, should we lift the state of combat readiness?" A dwarven noble rose to his feet and made the suggestion to Dwarf General Madil.
"No. What if this is a human trick?" Dwarf General Madil shook his head and rejected the dwarven noble's suggestion.
Three months ago, they had let down their guard, allowing the humans to wipe out five thousand of their troops. They had lost a full fifth of their forces, and their combat strength had been greatly weakened.
The others immediately let their dissatisfaction show on their faces.
If he had not carried the title of Deputy Legion Commander of the 30th Legion, who the hell would have been willing to listen to Madil's orders?
Seeing the expressions on the other seven men's faces, Madil felt a surge of fury. He had never been so speechless toward this bunch of "demons and monsters."
"The main force may rest, but we must ensure that one unit remains alert. Otherwise, if the humans attack, we will be unable to stop them."
"Yes, General," the seven Gold-grade dwarves answered loudly.
Those bastards only listened to the orders of this "general" when it benefited them.
Whenever an order was unfavorable to them, every last one