There was a mistake in the previous chapter: the Archmage left with the Frost Dwarf. I wanted to clarify that here. I was so busy that I forgot to revise it, and only afterward discovered that VIP chapters could not be edited the way public chapters could. My apologies.
The cold wind sweeping in from the ocean also struck the Storm Peaks. Even with the blazing sun high overhead, the wind that blew against one's body remained bone-chilling.
Her long hair danced in the Arctic wind, sharp as blades of frost. Standing there, she stared intently ahead. That direction led toward the Iron Dwarves' territory, and faint sounds could still be heard from it.
Concern appeared on Sylvanas's face. An army of several thousand Undead had arrived with overwhelming force, giving her a bad feeling and making her worry about forging the Mightiest Artifact.
If the Titansteel was dug out carelessly and its quality could not be preserved, forging the Mightiest Artifact would still be possible, but the chances of success would undoubtedly fall considerably. After all, Titansteel was the Mightiest Artifact's primary material, used to forge the blade.
Her delicate hand gripped her longbow tightly. Watching the guards bustle about before her, Sylvanas gritted her teeth and set off, moving nimbly toward the Iron Dwarves' camp.
Expecting Rex alone to stop the Undead army was completely unrealistic. Paladins were suited to single combat, not battlefields that demanded widespread destruction.
Mages were the darlings of the battlefield. As long as they had mana, they were mobile artillery, bombarding their enemies without end.
Ten hours? No, these Iron Dwarves could hold out for one hour at most. That made only three hours altogether, far short of my estimate.
Rex assessed the situation on the battlefield and reached his judgment.
However, there