NCCnovel Chapter 162: The Battle of the North 2 Years Ago
Chapter 162: The Battle of the North 2 Years Ago
After listening to Paul's narration, Alvin finally understood why he was so nervous.
Twelve years ago, the frozen plains were not yet unowned land.
A group of dwarves migrated here hundreds of years ago and established their own kingdom on the frozen land.
This group of bearded men who love blacksmithing and drinking don't care about the sub-freezing temperature on the permafrost plains all year round.
Unlike the mountain dwarves to the south, these dwarves do not like to live in caves.
At that time, there were several ice cities with a population of tens of thousands on the frozen plains.
They used their sophisticated blacksmithing skills to build sleds that could travel quickly on the snow.
Most of the sleds used by the Frostbeard clan were stolen from the dwarves.
These sleds travel between cities across the frozen plains, delivering supplies and information.
In the early spring of twelve years ago, on a very ordinary morning, several strange creatures ran down from the east side of the Spine of the World - half-dragons from another dimension.
These dwarves didn't know what species this was and thought it was just a rare thing they had never seen before.
I heard that when they discovered the half-dragon dwarf villagers, they used the dwarf heavy crossbow to successfully threaten and drive them away.
But within a few days, thousands of half-dragons appeared out of nowhere at the foot of the Spine of the World.
The defenseless northern dwarves had no ability to resist the enemy who was impervious to swords and immune to magic.
Those one thousand half-dragons were like invincible gods of war. They paid no attention to the attacks of the dwarves, and the casualty ratio was always maintained at 0 to N... many dwarves.
In less than a week, all the northern dwarf cities fell.
With the help of the druids, the remaining northern dwarves barely escaped into the Gray Forest.
"The elves are very clear about what happened next."
Philohil continued what Bol said from the perspective of a moon elf.
The Moon Elf of the Elf Courtyard received a request for help from the Northern District Cult at that time.
As support forces, several thousand elven soldiers were sent to the front battlefield on the north side of the Gray Forest to help the druids and dwarves fight against those strange enemies that came out of nowhere.
The coalition forces at this time included nearly 10,000 northern dwarves who had fled to the south, thousands of moon elves from the Elf Courtyard, and hundreds of mainly mid-level druids.
It can be said that even the most vast human empire would be terrified by such an army.
But the situation is very unclear.
Although the moon elf troops are well-trained and have extraordinary combat power, the humanoid creatures with short wings and lizard heads are even more powerful.
Every day, countless elf teams disappear on the battlefield.
Every day, the bodies of the northern dwarves are buried deep in the frozen plains.
At one point, the battle line was pushed to the middle of the Gray Forest, which is now the druid base.
Since the founding of the Elven Court, the Moon Elves have never encountered such a brutal and powerless battle.
Just when the Mage Council was preparing to evacuate its troops and leave the battlefield, the orc coalition from the Northwest Wasteland joined the battlefield from the west side of the Gray Haze Forest, followed by the Harpist troops sent by the Druid Headquarters to provide support.
The newly injected power changed the situation of the battle, and the fearlessness and bravery of the wasteland orcs aroused the bloodiness of everyone.
The Harpist troops, which possess both excellent melee and divine abilities, are a powerful weapon for attacking on the battlefield.
During the battle, they finally discovered a way to break through the enemy's defenses with excessive damage;
But breaking through the defensive shield of a half-dragon often requires exhausting all the spell slots of nearly dozens of spellcasters.
Therefore, even if a method to defeat the enemy was discovered, the casualty ratio was still very high, and the battle line could only slowly shift to the north.
Finally, several archdruids launched a legendary strategic magic on the frozen plains.
These spells combined together to unleash a devastating energy shock that flattened most of the frozen plains and annihilated the half-dragon army, which originally numbered only a few hundred people.
Also reduced to ashes was the long-deserted dwarf city.
"In the following period, which was when I first took over the North District Cult, it took five or six years and nearly a hundred druids' lives just to eliminate the half-dragons roaming in the Haze Forest..."
When this past event was mentioned, the air in the entire Oak Hall became heavy.
“So this time, I’m afraid they will gather more people and attack us.”
"Wait a minute... Are you saying that last time that thing used less than a thousand people to kill more than ten thousand of your coalition forces?"
Bol looked at Philothir. Among all the people present, only the moon elves had participated in the invasion war in earnest.
Unfortunately, no one has ever been to the battlefield in person.
They were actually quite curious about how powerful the enemy had to be to incur such a high casualty ratio.
"What about the Frost Giants? If those enemies came from the Spine of the World, how did the Frost Giants escape the war?"
"I guess only Grandfather would know this."
Dagna, who was outside the door, looking in with his head down, interrupted at the right time.
"No matter what method the Frost Giants used to avoid these enemies last time, this time, the Frost Giants' settlements will become the front line of the war."
Priest Bol still had a frown on his face. Although he had to leave his hometown because of bullying, this hybrid would still not feel any better if his own people suffered a disaster.
"And when we were attacked by half-dragons before, my grandfather once revealed that there would be wild giants in the half-dragon army this time..."
"hiss……"
There was an uproar in the Oak Hall.
As for the alien half-dragons, no one in the Oak Hall had ever come into contact with them except Bol and the Frost Giant—and, of course, Ivan who was asleep at the time.
Todd, the only druid who survived the cleanup war, is now busy taking over the East 3rd Area of the Gray Haze Forest.
But as for the wild giants, everyone has heard about how powerful these man-eating monsters are.
If the strength of the Frost Giants lies in their extraordinary wisdom, which allows their tribe to have both warriors and priests, and now there is also a druid profession;
Then the wild giant is a talking beast -
These "short" giants, usually between 15 and 16 feet tall, have no concept of professionalism;
But they are stronger and faster, and except for not being able to cast spells, they are also quite skilled in weapon techniques and can be said to be natural born fighters.
Only an experienced professional like Hejia can handle the attacks of two wild giants at the same time;
If a Frost Giant civilian encounters a Wild Giant, there is a high probability that he will be eaten.
As for the Wild Giant civilians... there are no Wild Giant civilians, all of them are hunters capable of fighting.
Using the standards of Frost Giants to measure Wild Giants does not make the point, so let's make an analogy using the combat power of humans and elves.
If it is a frontal battle, a most ordinary wild giant can easily kill a dozen low-level human or elf warriors.
Such a powerful monster would be part of the enemy's army, which made the druids who had already participated in two large-scale battles gasp.
Moreover, if what Bol and Philohil said just now was not wrong, the main force of the legion, the half-dragons, would probably be even more powerful.