"We're going now!"
Yara also understood the seriousness of the situation and picked up the silver spear stuck beside her.
"Wait, these weapons on the ground..." a human companion in the crowd reminded.
The death of five hundred Gray Dwarves naturally left behind a large number of weapons, which was a very important source of weaponry for the weapon-deprived human side.
"Yara, send some people to stay and collect the weapons, and the rest of you depart immediately."
Lyle spoke to Yara, then patted the Evil Hound, which had transformed into a hawk, on his shoulder:
"Momo, you stay here and protect them."
"Whoosh!"
The Evil Hound let out a hawk's cry and nodded.
After Yara left five people behind, she immediately took Lyle and the rest of the group and quickly returned to the human-inhabited oasis.
A desolate, lifeless desert.
In a flat stretch of desert, a patch of green suddenly appeared, like a green sail embedded in the sea of sand.
Although this desert valley was called "Valley of Despair" by everyone, it still contained true vitality, which were these oases born from underground living water sources.
A large amount of vegetation grew in the oasis, with lush trees providing shade, and some wild animals could vaguely be seen. On the edge of the oasis, clearly visible were cultivated lands and crops planted through human effort.
This oasis was only the size of a small town, yet it was already one of the three largest oases in this vast desert region.
However, at this moment!
A murderous aura permeated the entire oasis.
A Gray Dwarf army of about 5,000 had arrived before the oasis. All the Dwarf soldiers looked at the lush, tree-shaded oasis before them, their faces showing greed and longing.
This oasis would be their territory from now on!
And blocking their way was just a group of weak humans.
The Gray Dwarf Commander stood on the shoulders of two Gray Dwarf soldiers, raising his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the scorching sun, and gazed towards the distant oasis.
He only saw groups of humans dressed in rags, without even a decent weapon.
"Attack here today, and everyone can drink wine in this oasis tonight!"
"For His Highness!"
"For the revival of the Gray Dwarf race!"
"Brave warriors, kill!"
The Gray Dwarf Commander roared.
All the Gray Dwarves' eyes lit up at the mention of "wine," and their mouths began to water.
"Alcohol" was their greatest love, but there were too few things in the Valley of Despair that could be used to brew wine. "Wine" had long become a luxury among luxuries in the eyes of most Dwarves.
"For His Highness!"
"For the revival of the Gray Dwarf race!"
"For His Highness!"
"For the revival of the Gray Dwarf race!"
All the Gray Dwarves let out a unified roar and rushed towards the human greenland.
No tactics, and no tactics needed!
With the strength of their Gray Dwarf race, dealing with these weak humans simply didn't require such technical things.
Moreover, no Gray Dwarf believed they would lose.
On the other side.
The human side had all been mobilized. Except for the elderly who couldn't move and newborn infants, everyone had taken a stand in front of the oasis.
No weapons? Use stones! Use branches!
Everyone looked at the Gray Dwarf soldiers surging like a tide, and an aura of despair permeated the crowd.
No one thought of escaping.
Because in this desert, away from the oasis, humans simply could not survive.
Standing at the very front of the humans...
was a middle-aged man with silver hair, his face full of fatigue and scars, a dull gray scarf wrapped around his neck.
He was the current patriarch of the humans.
"Slap!"
"Are humans going to perish in my hands?" The middle-aged patriarch's face was filled with bitterness, and he raised his hand to slap himself hard.
He was both pained by his own lack of ability and by the countless clansmen dying before his eyes.
"Patriarch, what are you doing!"
"Patriarch!"
"It's our fault for being useless and dragging you and Yara down."
Seeing this scene, everyone's faces turned red, and some women even burst into tears.
"All of you, shut up!" The middle-aged patriarch shouted, turning his head to sweep his gaze over everyone:
"Even if humanity is truly to be annihilated, we must never let them have an easy time of it!"
"You want to exterminate our race? Then come on!!!"
The crying stopped.
All the humans' faces showed a terrifying, ferocious expression as they looked at the surging Gray Dwarf army, roaring in unison:
"Then come on!!!"
The middle-aged patriarch was the first to charge out, engaging in battle with the foremost Gray Dwarf soldiers.
The two races collided instantly. For a time, various screams and wails echoed across the entire battlefield. Facing the powerful Gray Dwarf army, the humans only held on for a moment before beginning to retreat steadily.
Despair surged once again!
"Ah—"
"What is that!"
"Ah!!!"
"There are still humans behind, kill them all!"
"So strong... Ah!!!"
Suddenly, a great commotion erupted from the rear of the Gray Dwarves.
This momentarily gave the retreating human side a breather. All the humans' faces showed confusion, clearly unsure of what was happening.
"Patriarch, look, it's Yara!" A joyous shout rang out.
The panting middle-aged patriarch quickly raised his head and looked towards the most chaotic distant direction of the Gray Dwarf army.