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Chapter 1175: Advance Again

After a few days of rest after the meeting, most of the Northern Alliance forces headed north again. After leaving the range of the Thorn Fortress, the large army rushed all the way without stopping.

Originally, such a march was extremely irrational. However, Alan's plan to attack the border of the Elf Kingdom was not planned overnight. Long before attacking the Thorn Fortress, he had already sent elite scouts to infiltrate the enemy's rear and carry out detailed and thorough reconnaissance and prevention.

The elves were constrained by the fierce counterattack of the Dwarf Kingdom on the eastern front. Most of their energy was now busy dealing with the Dwarf's counterattack. They even withdrew some troops from the Thorn Fortress to provide support. This was one of the important reasons why the Northern Alliance captured the Thorn Fortress in just over ten days.

In the area more than 200 miles north of the Thorn Fortress, there is basically no decent city that can withstand the impact of hundreds of thousands of troops. Therefore, every extra minute of stay will give the army of the Elf Kingdom an extra minute of buffer, and will also give the competitors of the Northern Alliance more opportunities to obtain spoils.

That's right, after the Northern Alliance pulled out the thorn of the Thorn Fortress, the Drow Federation gathered in Coldwind Post and sent out 20 elite troops to quickly advance to the border of the Elf Kingdom and march straight into the heart of the kingdom.

In view of this, Albad and his men quickly adjusted the military plan and accelerated their advance into the Elf Kingdom.

During the days when the army was resting, Allen indeed relaxed as he wished. He slept all night in the manor prepared for him by Albad and his men. He did not leave the bedroom until his spirit was refreshed and his body spontaneously recovered to a perfect state.

However, the faint aura of indifference and ruthlessness about him had not changed much. There was still a golden light faintly visible in the depths of his pair of dark green pupils. The look in his eyes when he looked at others was so piercing that it seemed as if he could peek into the darkest part of a person's heart, making people dare not look him in the face.

His temperament and image have become more and more like an incarnation of a god walking in the mortal world, which makes his compatriots of various ethnic groups in the North feel at ease, but they can't help but stay away from him and feel awe in them.

Even his closest students, Cole and Albad, now behaved more respectfully and restrained when speaking in front of him, and were obviously intimidated by the majestic aura of Alan.

Alan showed no sign of minding, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart. However, this feeling was soon suppressed and melted away, and it did not cause any ripples in him.

As the army left the city and headed for the heart of the Elven Kingdom, Alan naturally had no chance to take a break, and he led Kohl and other strong men from the northern border to follow the army northward to escort the army. During this period, the strong men of the gray dwarf tribe arrived before their ethnic group's army, and finally strengthened the slightly embarrassed strong team in the northern border.

"Sir Allen."

The team of gray dwarves consists of 13 strong men in total. Although their number is less than that of the strong men in the North, their overall quality is much better. After all, many of the strong men in the North have broken through and advanced in the last hundred years or so, and their strength is only at the initial legendary level.

The leading gray dwarf had a bit of arrogance at first, but the moment he saw Alan, his arrogance immediately subsided, and he introduced himself respectfully and politely: "By the order of my Lord, Augustus Dark leads 13 of my compatriots to join the battle and obey your command."

Allen's eyes, shining with golden light, swept across the group of gray dwarf warriors. Feeling their strong and powerful aura, he nodded slightly and said, "How long will it take for your army to arrive and join us?"

"Please rest assured, sir. When the northern army arrives in the area of ​​​​Torgan Province, our army will definitely be able to arrive and join the main army."

As if sensing Allen's dissatisfaction, the gray dwarf demigod named Augustus defended his side in a deep voice: "We didn't expect the Northern Alliance's combat effectiveness to be so outstanding that it took only more than half a month to capture the economic fortress, so we were unable to catch up with the final siege."

Although the gray dwarves did want to avoid the bloodiest stage of the siege, they did not expect the Northern Alliance to be so powerful, or that the other side was so determined to attack the city.

According to the estimates of the Gray Dwarf Commander Guret and related military generals, it would take at least a month for this seemingly huge army in the North to capture the border fortress that the Elf Kingdom has operated for thousands of years, and the price to pay would definitely not be low.

But the facts were beyond their expectations.

"Since we have all agreed to cooperate, we should have the necessary sincerity. I don't want this to happen again."

Alan didn't care about the other party's explanation, but just reminded him coldly.

"clear."

After all, it was the Gray Dwarves who needed the power of the North, and in the future they would have to cooperate for a long time to fight against the counterattack of the Elf Kingdom. Augustus, knowing that he was in the wrong, calmly accepted Alan's criticism.

"Who is the commander of your army? Is it Guret?" After a brief silence, Albad, who was accompanying Allen, looked for a topic to ask.

"No, Marshal Guret is now leading the dwarf army on the southern front to launch a counterattack and deploy more elven troops to fight on our side."

Augustus shook his head and said, "When I came here, the Marshal has already conveyed instructions to the commanders of my Black Iron Legion. We will cooperate with the Northern Alliance in the battle. If there is anything you need during the expedition, just give orders to the commanders of our army."

Albad's ability to command troops was proven in the siege of Thorn Fortress. In addition, due to the problem of the Gray Dwarves' breach of promise, Gulet, who was temporarily overwhelmed, discussed with the Gray Dwarves' high-level officials and decided to let the Dark Iron Legion show its obedience to the command of the Northern Commander, which was a kind of show of weakness and compensation.

Of course, this is just a gesture. If the orders issued by Albad on the battlefield are too biased or outrageous, the commanders of their Black Iron Legion can completely ignore them.

"There are still many days to come, and I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

Facing the olive branch extended by the gray dwarf, Albard glanced at Alan's expression beside him, then replied with a smile.

"Pleasant to work with."

Augustus nodded repeatedly.

The army beneath his feet stretched for more than ten miles, seemingly crawling slowly on the ground. A column of black smoke rose into the sky a hundred miles ahead. An elven town that should have been the target of this army was now captured by the drow army first.

Dozens of strong men followed Alan's figure, crossed the front line of the army and appeared in the sky above the town, overlooking the devastating scene on the ground. The expressions on the faces of many strong men were different.

"What a shame for this town!!"

The dwarf goblin Koll muttered to himself as he looked at the once beautiful town on the ground, which was now being engulfed by a raging fire.

"It's a pity."

Alan also said in agreement.

After hearing what Allen said, the clever and wise Albard guessed what Allen was thinking and performed magic in front of everyone.

As a thick black cloud quickly spread and covered the town on the ground, accompanied by rumbling thunder and lightning, heavy rain immediately poured down on the town filled with flames and thick smoke, quickly extinguishing the raging fire, and finally retaining the general outline of the town.

When the war is over and rewards are given based on merit, perhaps one of the tribes behind the strong men present will choose this place as their future enclave. Leaving this piece of ruins behind will also reduce a lot of trouble.

"Albad, how did you make the plan? The drow took advantage of us!"

Although Albard guessed what Allen was thinking, he was still questioned by Allen in the end.

"Don't worry, Chief. I have sent the Frost Blade Wolf Fang Legion to race with the drow. Their gains will not be greater than ours."

Albard responded to Allen's question in a deep voice.

However, the large army of the Northern Alliance had a lot more burdens than the lightly equipped drow, and could only move forward at a speed of 80 miles a day, and was soon left far behind by the drow army. And the strong men like Allen who were in charge of the army would naturally not leave the army too far, and in the end they could only watch the places they passed by become a mess, with basically no valuable assets left.

(End of this chapter)