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The two hobgoblins walked quickly and arrived downstairs of Windlow's house in just a few steps.

He stood in the corner and started peeing. Then he took out the rolled tobacco, put it on the red-burning pipe, took two puffs, and successfully lit it.

It must be time for these two guys to take a break, so they are resting and chatting in the corner.

Wendlow was lying on their heads and heard their entire conversation.

This place is called Howling Peak Town, and it, together with the nearby Howling Plains Town, Howling Valley Town, and several towns of varying sizes, are under the management of Howling Rock.

The former are the origins of raw materials, while the latter, Howling Rocks, is the city of the Chaos Dwarves, which is responsible for processing the raw materials into final molds.

The two goblins went from chatting slowly at the beginning to complaining and expecting.

He was extremely eager to make achievements here, and then be noticed by his master, the Chaos Dwarf, and then transferred to Howling Rock to take up a position.

For the hobgoblins, it is a great honor to be the dogs of the Chaos Dwarves.

Living in this small town in constant fear and worry, and wasting one's youth, as a goblin, one must stand out and be the best dog.

Speaking of rising, the two hobgoblins even gave out specific information about other nearby towns.

It’s like a college student who has just graduated, full of yearning for society and desire to succeed.

The communication between them actually gave Windlow specific information, and based on the content of the conversation, he recorded all the information about the surrounding terrain.

It was only then that they realized that Gert's large army had taken the wrong road. If they continued to advance in this direction, it would take at least two more weeks to reach the Mountains of Sorrow.

The most correct way is to go a little south, not infiltrating into the Cursed Wastes, but going all the way through the Wolf Wilds and continuing east through the Zar Gate.

Once you see the Devil's Pile, you've reached the Mountains of Sorrow.

This is a desolate road, even the earth elves find it very desolate, but the good thing is that it is close enough and safe enough.

After smoking in a corner, the two idealistic earth elves returned to their jobs and made their mark by whipping slaves.

A dark shadow jumped back and forth on the roof, and finally landed gently next to Wendlow and patted him on the shoulder.

"Damn, Mousse, you scared me."

"I have gathered the intelligence. I can go back now."

The two of them immediately left the town and called the unicorn back with a whistle. This overtime journey finally came to an end.

Gert was not sleeping at this time either. As a lord, although he did not need to do various specific affairs, he still had to worry about various matters.

Seeing Windlow and Mousse return, he was relieved. Even with the golden mask, one could see that he was relaxed at the moment.

Windlow brought back a new map that could speed up the march, while Mousse brought back the Chaos Dwarfs' military deployment.

Like the Dwarves, Chaos Dwarves are also very rare in population.

There are only about one million Chaos Dwarves scattered throughout the vast Dark Land, and they live in towns large and small.

This also means that there won't be too many Chaos Dwarves in each town, and the number of Chaos Dwarves in a small town won't exceed one hundred.

"That means we have two choices."

Mousse's thinking is extremely simple. Even in such a dangerous environment, he can calmly analyze various situations.

"We can use our military advantage to plunder the Chaos Dwarves, or we can use our military advantage to trade with them."

Gert also heard it and knew very well that it was impossible for the troops he led to cross the entire dark land without any supplies.

Plundering on the spot, trading and exchanging, and setting up stable camps are all possible plans.

If you want to cross directly, then the losses caused by the harsh environment, insufficient supplies, and injuries cannot be quickly replenished.

Although communication with Chaos Dwarves is not necessary, it is cost-effective.

Especially when there is a military advantage, communication is a sure-win business.

With the help of the map drawn by the two, Gert immediately knew the subsequent deployment and planning.

After resting at night, the expedition team had already reorganized early the next morning and even began to advance according to the marching formation. Within half a day, they had arrived at the town of Howling Peak.

"Oh no, sir, we are under siege!"

In the center of the town, in an office that always had air conditioning and soft sofas, the arrival of the hobgoblin interrupted the Chaos Dwarf manager who was checking the performance chart and analyzing the future work arrangements.

"Another siege? How many times this month? It's because you guys over-fed the slaves. You should further deduct their food so that they can only work and cannot resist."

"It's not slaves besieging our town. No, it's humans. Many, many human armies have besieged our town. There are at least several hundred people!"

"Hundreds of people? I think you've eaten too many mushrooms and are hallucinating. Lead the way."

As a Chaos Dwarf, although he is stubborn and doesn't trust others easily, he still has a lot of trust in the words of a loyal servant like the Earth Elves.

He reached out and took the helmet off the hanger, put on all his equipment, and pushed the door open to walk out.

After feeling the heat wave of the Cursed Wasteland for just one second, the attentive hobgoblin beside him immediately opened his parasol and picked up a fan taller than himself to start fanning himself to cool down.

The Chaos Dwarf, who casually walked to the edge of the town's outer wall and was still thinking about how to put down the slave uprising, saw the largest human army he had ever seen in his life.

The flag with the skull, cross, and double-tailed comet pattern only appeared in the legends of the Chaos Dwarves.

"Imperial humans?"

The Chaos Dwarf Manager immediately took a few steps back and hid behind the Hobgoblin. The Hobgoblin also straightened his back and protected his master.

Gelt looked at the walls of the town in front of him. The slave army and the hobgoblin commander, who had been a little panicked before, had regained their composure, which meant that their lord should have arrived.

So let’s get straight into the process.

He stood up, took out a high-density metal horn that had been forged long ago, held it up, and injected magical wind to amplify the sound.

"Open the door, free trade!"

"Did you hear that? Open the door! Free trade!"

Gelt's voice became louder and louder, terrifying the slaves and hobgoblins on the city wall.

"Sir, what should we do? The enemy's military strength is definitely stronger than ours."

The hobgoblin holding the umbrella looked back at the Chaos Dwarf hiding behind him, not knowing what choice to make, and waited for his master's order.

"If you can't beat them, then see what they need to trade. Don't be afraid. Stay calm. Keep calm. Go and test the other side first."