The lifespan of Dwarves was longer than that of humans. Even ordinary people could live for 200 to 500 years.
Of course, every level would increase their lifespan. If they could really have the strength of a Legendary level, they would be a long-lived species.
But there was still a difference in races …
For example, the Legendary handsome Elves had a lifespan of at least three times that of Legendary humans …
"Report!!!" An Elfin ranger rushed over.
"Speak!"
"Another 1,000 Orc reinforcements are rushing over. It seems that they are the elites of the Orc race."
When William heard this, he frowned and said to Odom, "How many people are there in your clan? Move them as soon as possible!"
"1,600 people, only 300 of whom can fight!" Odom smiled bitterly. Although he was also a member of the royal family of the dwarves, they had been wandering around for many years.
Thousands of years had passed, and the original hundreds of thousands of followers had gradually decreased with the pursuit. The speed of newborns was far faster than the speed of death.
Even so, the clan under his command could still maintain more than 10,000 people. But 30 years ago, in a betrayal, his epic-level father died. Most of the combat power and people died in battle in the former hiding place.
Odom Heavyhammer, who was only in his twenties, led the remaining thousand or so people to hide and eventually discovered this mithril vein. Taking advantage of the mining advantage that their ancestor had given them, they dug deep holes and stored up food. Ever since then, they had been hiding here.
Even those who had chased them thought that they were already dead.
William understood almost without Odom's explanation …
Logically speaking, this kind of powerful Dwarf prince who had not died after being chased for so many years was definitely not that simple. Because this kind of person often carried the halo of a protagonist!
But why had he not heard of Odom's name before? It was very likely that Odom had been killed in the mine by the Orcs …
Those Orcs just now were far from being able to kill these Dwarves.
But what about the continuous reinforcements?
This was the last straw that forced the Dwarves to die!
Unknowingly, his early rescue in this life had changed the course of history, but it had also attracted a lot of hatred …
Third stage of the mission: Completed.
Reward: 50000 experience.
Reward: A mithril vein that has not been assigned yet.
William glanced at the mission. He did not put his experience into leveling up. Instead, he gave an order. "Odom, let your people come out first. Immediately migrate to the border town. Just bring some personal belongings. Don't bother about the other things. We'll leave immediately!"
"Okay!" Odom went into the cave without looking back and immediately organized the evacuation.
William patted Lautner's shoulder. "How was it?"
Lautner's shoulder trembled as blood flowed down his arm. The wound that he had just blocked with his Combat Aura was broken again. However, he still looked to the east with a cold smile and said, "It's just a small injury. I can still fight another three hundred rounds. Even if another thousand Beastmen come at me, they won't be able to kill me with half a hand."
"Then it's all up to you!"
"…" Lautner was silent for two seconds. He looked at William with a sincere gaze, as if he wanted to say something.
"Prepare for battle. Mages, organize the magic circle. Lautner, you rest first …" William took a few steps forward and skillfully commanded the remaining one hundred Elfin warriors. He said in a deep voice, "We will protect our allies and evacuate. The Elves will never stand behind the Dwarves!"
"Yes, my Lord!" All the Elves looked shocked. They, who were arrogant, were instantly full of fighting spirit and actively prepared for battle.
What magic circle?
What buff?
Can this sentence be of any use?
It was simply a joke.
With just a little provocation from William, the Elves would feel as if they were on steroids.
However, things did not develop that badly.
When Lautner and the pale Orc were fighting alone, the Dwarves had already dealt with the Orcs in the cave. After discovering the rescue Elves, they were ready to evacuate.
In less than ten minutes, all the Dwarves ran to the north. The speed of their evacuation was amazing. All kinds of skilled moving operations made William stunned.
He could only secretly sigh in his heart. As expected of the Lonely Mountain Dwarves who had been chased for thousands of years, their escape speed was first-class. Their running speed in the forest was not any worse than that of the Elves …
Odom naturally did not evacuate. He let one hundred Dwarf warriors follow the main force and left with two hundred Dwarf warriors!
William glanced at the Dwarf warriors who had been fighting for a long time and were covered in blood. He pondered for a while and did not intend to eat these 1000 Orcs.
What he was most afraid of now was losing soldiers and generals. He was not playing a game. He was now the Lord of the Border Town. If he wanted to continue to develop, then everyone was a resource. He could not waste them.
Especially Lautner, who could resist and fight, had not recovered from his injury …
Lautner, who was recovering under the care of the female Elf warrior, suddenly felt a little bad. He secretly glanced at William and saw that he was smiling extremely sinisterly.
Fortunately, William waved his hand and chose to evacuate. Only then did he completely put his heart, which was in his throat, back into his stomach to warm up.
…
When a thousand Orc elites came to the mithril mine, a tall and pale Orc slowly walked out of the crowd. He saw the messy cave entrance and the traces leading to the north.
At the same time.
An Orc priest with a staff, also wearing a black cloak, only revealing his gloomy green eyes, slowly walked out. "The Elves of the Border Town saved them."
The pale Orc brutally waved his warhammer and broke an innocent tree before saying in a deep voice, "I know!"
"Chase after them. We have already collected half of the bounty and magic materials …" The Orc priest pointed to the north gloomily.
"Chase after them? How can we chase after them? " The pale Orc looked at him with a sneer. He directly pulled the reins and turned his head to say, "We have collected half of the bounty, and many of our people have died. Since they have run away, let that group of traitors find someone else."
Then he looked at the Orc High Priest, whose status was comparable to his. "Remember, we should not have appeared here, especially when we accepted the bounty mission privately. We have already committed a big mistake. We even secretly left those treasures. Have you ever thought that if Master knows about this, our clan will continue to live under his nose? "
The pale Orc rode away on his giant wolf, and the other Orc soldiers followed without hesitation.
At this moment.
The Orc priest reluctantly shifted his gaze from the north. It was also at this moment that he remembered how tyrannical and cruel his master was.
Who was their master?
Naturally, it was the Giant Dragon of the Snow Mountain of the East Sea!
He was supreme!
His wingspan was more than ten meters!
Just a sneeze from him could bury hundreds of people in a sea of fire!
He was the most terrifying Elemental Dragon!
Their master was the Fire Dragon!
Among all the Giant Dragons, the Fire Dragon had the most terrifying combat power.
No one wanted to experience the feeling of being stared at by a Fire Dragon, and being hated by a Fire Dragon was the world's greatest misfortune.
Their Orc tribe was just one of the many clans under their master.
They were far inferior to those stronger clans.
They had long learned to be respectful!
Instead of continuing to be greedy.
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