Becoming a wet nurse is not the end of the story.

"Launch all Claw Catapults! Slave Legion, launch a full-scale attack! The Giant Shield Legion will cover the advance of the Spear Throwing Legion, followed closely by the Giant Sword Legion. Today, we will annihilate these mountain dwarves. We will massacre Mount Macanath and the Black Iron Clan!"

The long war horn sounded, signaling the start of the war. The ratman army, no longer holding back as before, launched a frenzied assault on the dwarf fortifications, just as planned.

"Fire the cannons! Musketeers, cover the battlefield! Axemen, be ready! Kill all the enemies who break into the defensive line!"

Similarly, the dwarves no longer chose to retreat as before. Although there were still several lines of defense behind them, the ratmen's attack this time would not give them time to retreat as it had before.

The short spears behind the giant shields swarmed like locusts, covering the entire defensive line and preventing even the dwarven warriors inside, protected by axe-shield soldiers, from raising their heads.

In just over ten minutes, the ratmen had broken through the first line of defense, and the dwarves defending inside were caught off guard and the enemy got close.

The axe-shield warriors covered the retreat of the dwarven musketeers, but thousands of slave rats followed closely behind, forcing the axe-shield warriors to do everything in their power to hold them off.

The artillery relentlessly bombarded the enemy's follow-up soldiers, attempting to cover the survivors, but the attack was utterly meaningless amidst the overwhelming swarm of rats.

Although I really wanted to revive them, what use would it be at this point, even if I revived them on the spot and restored their health to full? It would only make them die again.

On the defensive line, a barrage of fire was continuously applied in the hope of supporting the retreating soldiers. However, it was a drop in the ocean, and the dwarves were like a small boat on a vast sea, already capsizing in everyone's eyes.

Lin Xueyin closed her eyes tightly, realizing for the first time how powerless she was in such a war, and for the first time how incompetent she, a priest who always felt good about herself, was in the face of such a brutal battle.

Time has not stopped, the battle has not ceased, the flames of war still burn, and the cries of agony continue. Life and death are no longer in our own hands, and life has become so cheap.

Lin Xueyin didn't rest; she treated the wounded soldiers, sent them back to the battlefield, and then listened to the news of their deaths.

It turned out that healing them was tantamount to sending them back to the embrace of death. With this thought in mind, Lin Xueyin's heart grew heavier and heavier.

However, the people at this moment had no time to pay attention to the priest's little inner demons; they were only focused on resisting the attack of the rat people.

One soldier after another was carried in, and Lin Xueyin continuously used her group healing abilities to help these soldiers recover as best as possible.

Orichils brought over an injured mercenary, partly to check on the busy young woman.

"Orichils, you...you're injured too?"

Upon seeing the girl walk in, Lin Xueyin's heart tightened, but she was relieved to hear that the girl was safe and sound.

"How is Sister Liuli? What is the situation of the battle outside?"

As the battle intensified, Lin Xueyin herself had no time to go out and observe the battlefield, and she was unaware of the current state of the battle.

Judging from the large number of wounded, the battle must be very close, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

"The two sides are now locked in a stalemate on the last three lines of defense. We have committed a large number of troops to the battle. The dwarves have even pulled out half of their garrison from the underground city to stabilize the situation outside."

"They've even brought out the dungeon's garrison. It seems the dwarves are really bloodthirsty."

For some reason, Lin Xueyin felt increasingly uneasy.

Volume 5: The Winged Race and the Dwarves: Chapter 18 The Temporary Situation of the War

Blood was spilled in the flames of war, and lives were lost in the fire. The roar of cannons, the cold glint of swords, the screams of agony, and the howls of slaughter filled the air on Mount Macanath.

Lin Xueyin continued to use her skills to help the dwarves recover from their injuries, watching them leap up from the ground, grab their weapons, and howl as they continued their journey towards the battlefield.

Lin Xueyin felt numb and sorrowful, having lost count of how many such warriors had passed away and how many of their souls were buried there.

Suddenly, the narration from the Mists of Pandaria CG that I once considered a classic popped into my mind.

Why do the flames of war ignite? Why do the autumn leaves fall? Our nature cannot be taken away, yet we still have doubts in our hearts. For whom do we clench our fists in anger? To protect the nation and bring peace, to punish the wicked, to follow the natural way and eliminate inner demons, yet war never ends and calamity never ceases. Why do we fight?

"Yukine, we have won! The ratman army has retreated."

Just as Lin Xueyin was filled with confusion and disgust about the war, Orichils excitedly opened the huge tent for the wounded and told her some exciting news.

"Huh? The ratmen retreated?"

As the girl was happily led out of the tent by Orichalcos, she looked at the jubilant scene outside, and a hint of excitement and an indescribable emotion appeared in her eyes.

She touched her blurry eyes with her little hands, trying to make them see the jubilant scene in front of her clearly again.

"Is the war over?"

No, she knew this was just a small intermission in a war, and that many more major battles awaited them.

Lin Xueyin let out a long breath and looked at the elven girl holding her hand—well, she should be called a girl, right? Her beautiful face would probably captivate countless men if she were on Earth.

Unfortunately, she was on a continent filled with war. Suddenly, Lin Xueyin really hated the person called the Demon King, because her existence had shattered the peace of the entire continent.

Sometimes I really want to capture this devil. If he's a man, I'll castrate him, break his limbs, and throw him outside. If he's a girl, hehehe, I'll lock her in a dark room and do all sorts of shameless things with her using whips, triangles, candles, and so on.

Of course, this is on the premise that the Demon King must be a great beauty. If she is not good-looking, then I'm sorry, good looks are the best insurance for survival.

Of course, Orichalcos, standing beside Lin Xueyin, had no idea that the person next to him was thinking about the Black Room Demon King. So, he simply pulled Xueyin and hurried towards the direction where Yu Liuli was.

"Yukine, you've come."

Interrupted from her daydreams by Yu Liuli, Lin Xueyin waved her hand and asked, "Sister Liuli, are you alright?"

Yu Liuli gracefully turned around and whispered a few words into Lin Xueyin's ear with her sexy red lips.

"Of course I'm fine, don't worry, I'm perfectly alright now."

"Waaah, Sister Liuli, this is still a battlefield, please be mindful of your behavior!"

Startled by the sudden, fragrant breath, she took a few steps back, like a frightened kitten, timidly looking at the fearless battlefield beauty before her.

"Little girl, it's precisely because this is a battlefield that there's no cover up. If you don't play now, you might not be able to play again tomorrow."

"Shut up! Can't you say something nice? What do you mean if you don't play now, you won't be able to play tomorrow? I'm here, aren't I? With me here, how could I possibly let you, let you..."

"Yes, yes, our Yukine is the best, but no matter how good she is, she can't bring someone back to life."

As if she had thought of something, Yu Liuli gently stroked her smooth, long golden hair.

"Commander, you're thinking about them again?"

As if knowing what their leader was thinking, Orichils only mentioned it briefly and then didn't continue, simply watching her reminisce about some unknown things.

"Sister Liuli..."

"Alright, look how scared our little girl is."

He snorted coldly, said a resentful goodbye, and turned to leave, but was tightly embraced by Yu Liuli.

"Little girl, you must be careful."

"Okay, I understand, Sister Liuli. I'll be fine, but you all need to be careful."

After the war, the busiest people were probably not the soldiers who survived the battle, but the logistics personnel, as too many wounded soldiers needed medical treatment.

When she saw one wounded soldier after another being carried, supported, or walking towards the wounded camp, Lin Xueyin gently broke free from Yu Liuli's embrace.

"Sister, wait for me a moment, I'll be fine soon."

A sacred prayer, an immense sacred prayer, descended upon Lin Xueyin as she knelt devoutly on the ground in prayer, accompanied by a holy golden beam of light.

The holy light made the girl appear as if she were a saint descended from heaven—pure, flawless, and devout, yet unapproachable.

A halo of light, shimmering with golden ripples, spread outwards from her body, and upon contact with the wounded, began to heal their injuries, both minor and major, at a visible speed.

As if by divine intervention, all the wounded received excellent treatment, while Lin Xueyin continued her prayers.

In the distance, the ratmen also witnessed everything that was happening. The gray ratman prophet, through the crystal ball from before, silently watched the girl who had caused this miracle, remaining silent.

The surrounding rat-man lords, however, regarded Lin Xueyin's existence as a thorn in their side.

“Prophet, are we really not going to take action against her? Her existence is a great threat to our ratmen mission. If you give the order, we have a way to send a squad of slave soldiers to her, and then we can definitely tear her to shreds.”

"Tear her to shreds? Do you think we ratmen would have any chance of survival after you tear her to shreds?"

The prophet calmly glanced at the commander of the greatsword legion who had just spoken. Then he surveyed the surrounding lords, whose expressions varied.

"I know what you're thinking, but do you really understand the purpose of our mission? To weaken the dwarves and winged races to the greatest extent possible, not to exterminate them."

"You think we simple-minded ratmen can wipe out two powerful races? Don't forget, the dwarf army will arrive in two days. Then, it will be our turn to leave."

He paused briefly before continuing, "Tomorrow is the last day of our plan. Remember this: tomorrow you must maximize the destruction. Understand?"

Volume 5: The Feathered Ones and the Dwarves: Chapter 19 The Ratmen's Unique Attack

A meal of roasted meat, a specialty of the dwarves, and a good rest left the dwarven warriors refreshed and ready to return to their fortifications the next day, awaiting the ratmen's renewed attack.

Soon, the rat army surged in like a tidal wave, and the numerous dwarf warriors began to put up a tenacious resistance as before. The two sides once again engaged in a stalemate and tug-of-war in front of the fortification.

It seemed like everything was the same as yesterday, but Lin Xueyin, who was treating the wounded, felt uneasy today. She felt that she had overlooked something, and that something bad might happen today.

But what exactly happened?

The battle continued, and wounded soldiers kept being brought in and taken out, but the unease that had been lingering in my heart only grew stronger.

However, nothing changed on the battlefield. Had he forgotten something, or was this just his own wild speculation, with nothing actually happening?

Just as Lin Xueyin was struggling with her thoughts, screams echoed from a cave not far away, bringing her scattered thoughts back to reality.

"That's... the gate to the dwarven dungeon."

After a slight hesitation, she remembered the source of the screams, and Lin Xueyin instantly realized the fatal detail she had overlooked.

Skaven, skaven, they can burrow too. After occupying a large portion of the defensive lines, they naturally have the ability to dig rat burrows into the dwarven dungeons. The fact that they have been deliberately combining slave rats with the main force for attacks is probably to hide some of the slave rats who are currently digging.

Damn it, I completely forgot about the rats' ability to burrow. The dwarf prince has committed the entire army outside; the situation inside probably isn't much better.

Similarly, the dwarves who heard the scream also realized something was wrong. Their main city had been attacked by those damned rats. Even if they could hold off the rats outside, what would be the point if their main city fell?

Moreover, once the enemy comes out, he will be forced to fight on two fronts. Damn it, the dwarf prince slammed his battle axe against the wall.

"The reserve legion will go inside with me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large number of ratman warriors crawled out from underground behind the fortifications. In the blink of an eye, the stalemate in the battle had become precarious.

With a single swing of his axe, several ratmen fell to the ground, while the dwarf prince shouted, organizing the dwarves to continue their resistance.

“Orichils, I’m worried about Yukine. We’re taking men to the wounded soldiers’ camp, and I’m afraid the enemy will show up there too.”

At this moment, Lin Xueyin had just stepped out of the wounded soldiers' camp. Looking at the sea of ​​rats outside, she slowly raised the staff in her hand, Holy Nova.

Intense divine energy exploded within the sea of ​​rats, causing countless ratmen to let out shrill screams. Similarly, as this divine energy spread, it also healed some of the injured dwarves.

"Drink! The goddess is with us, victory is with us! Warriors of the Black Iron Clan, kill them all..."

Sensing the series of violent explosions and the subsequent recovery, the dwarf prince knew that the human priest had definitely made his move, and with such a powerful skill right off the bat. This almost miraculous ability granted the dwarves even greater combat endurance.

After a few Holy Nova attacks, the precarious battle situation was somewhat restored. Just as Lin Xueyin was about to continue her attack, she discovered that her stamina had run out.