CHAPTER 548: CHAPTER 230 GATHERING AT GRAY FURNACE CASTLE

In the camp.

"If what you’re suggesting is going by sea, forget it.

The sea near the Safro Peninsula is almost entirely occupied by the Blood Race, making it impossible to break through by sea, even harder than breaking through Gray Rock Fortress."

The Mage said.

Blake smiled and shook his head.

"Our plan is to cross the Gray Mountain Range."

Upon hearing this, the people around couldn’t hold back their expressions, looking at Blake as if he were crazy.

As if asking if he was joking.

This idea has been considered before, but anyone who knows the mountains understands that crossing them is almost as unrealistic as a dream.

They only sent small units over for reconnaissance; sending an entire army of tens of thousands over the mountains.

Almost impossible.

Otherwise, the mountains wouldn’t be part of the defensive barrier.

"I believe you all know that there is a group of Dwarves living in these mountains."

Most were aware of this.

"Are they the original clan of those Dwarves in your Night Watchers?" asked a Dwarf officer.

Blake nodded.

The Dwarf officer couldn’t help but remind: "Though Dwarves like to live in mountains, their paths aren’t necessarily easy.

Sometimes it’s as hard as crossing the mountains."

Every race has its own traits, and their living habits shape their abilities.

Even most Dwarves now live on plains and in large cities rather than in mountains.

"Don’t worry, you don’t need to be overly concerned.

Gray Furnace Castle has several routes leading directly to the northern base of the mountains.

Originally used by Cultists to attack Gray Furnace Castle, a few years ago we won against the Cultists. These tunnels, once used for invasions, have become quick routes for us."

Upon hearing this, the crowd’s expressions turned to joy, realizing what Blake said might make this feasible.

"We can’t send all the United Army; best to send part of the forces deep into the territory to disrupt them internally.

This might make frontal siege work lighter."

A military officer suggested.

After all, they had an army of tens of thousands; sending them all deep through the Gray Mountain Range would be exaggerated.

But sending two or three thousand might just work.

It could definitely achieve the intended effect.

With a solution, the crowd began discussions again.

The once silent camp became lively.

Once the plan was settled.

A large amount of supplies started transporting towards Gray Furnace Castle.

The route from the front line to Gray Furnace Castle was fortunately rather flat, since it was once used to transport Dwarves’ armor and weapons.

A road that Dwarves spent nearly a century repairing was excellent for transporting supplies.

Though it took a little extra time.

But it was more than satisfactory for the United Army, as it was beyond their imagination.

Mountain roads... as bad as expected.

As supplies started to transport.

More troops began assembling, and the United Army began selecting.

At this moment, the United Army rarely quarreled.

This was not because they let go of past grievances.

But because the success of the plan before them was more important than internal disputes.

As for the qualifications to venture deep, naturally the Dwarves received the most slots.

After all, compared to other races, Dwarves were more suited to act here.

With Blake leading the first team and the first batch of supplies arriving at Gray Furnace Castle.

Kana was already here to greet them.

"Your Highness," Blake greeted with a smile.

Others behind also nodded politely to Kana, using respectful titles.

Privately, or only in Night Watchers’ settings, such formalities weren’t needed.

But when outsiders were present, almost all Night Watchers showed Kana due respect.

The accompanying military officers quickly understood.

The person before them was likely the leader of the Night Watchers, the Prince of the Safro Kingdom.

Anyone willing to understand the Night Watchers.

Could closely find out this Prince’s intel and his history.

For most people, it could be called magical.

As a Prince, yet unwilling to lead his country’s people into evil alongside his family.

When the nation fell, taking many citizens to escape.

This sounds like just the beginning of a prince’s quest to reclaim a kingdom, yet his experiences thereafter increasingly became magical, departing from traditional story arcs.

The Prince who separated from the country became a Prophet.

Seeing the dark and fear in the future, he abandoned his prince identity, discarded the goal of reclaiming his kingdom.

Turned to embrace a greater process.

Within a few short years, developing from nothing to this.

Uniting various races under his banner, coming together under one name.

It even included Elves, can you believe that?

Then you could see humans, Dwarves, Elves, even Half-Elves uniting to fight.

It might look like a mercenary or adventurer team, rather than an army.

Of course, there are some experiences perceived as magical.

Such as a mortal slaughtering Evil God Followers, under the Evil God’s gaze, and vanquishing its Apostle.

In the name of Night Watcher, slaying a Demon existing only in stories.

Destroying and consuming a city’s spawn of the Evil God.

Most might merely consider it hype.

Understanding slightly.

This Dwarf officer’s gaze settled entirely on Gray Furnace Castle.

The Dwarf officer was young.

His age was only 200, considered formative by Dwarf standards.

"Such... traditional Dwarf architecture."

He observed Gray Furnace Castle’s state and couldn’t help but remark.

With the split of the Dwarf Empire thousands of years ago, most Dwarves went to different places, mingling with local races.

This somewhat changed their traditional ways.

In other places, such traditional architecture and atmosphere were hard to find.

This Dwarf officer and a few fellow Dwarves wandered throughout the city.

Looking at the so-called Gray Mountain Clan city.

Observing the life of Gray Mountain Dwarves.

"If my grandfather came here, he’d surely cry with joy," a Dwarf soldier couldn’t help but say.

He often heard stories from his grandfather about the glory of the Dwarf Empire in his youth.

"Wow, look there, a Golden Forge, a building only seen in stories."

For younger Dwarves, Golden Dwarves had almost become a legend.

Everything here belonged to Dwarf traditions.

For younger Dwarves, it was a scene seen only in stories and history.

For older Dwarves, it was a past they couldn’t return to.

This made visiting Dwarf soldiers somewhat lost.

"Are you Dwarves from outside?"