After sending off Li Rong, Fang Hao returned to his own quarters.
...
Late into the night.
Eight Peaks Mountain.
Outside the final two fortresses, the eleventh and twelfth, of the Dwarves.
The boom of cannons were heard, the spreading smoke of gunpowder acted like dark clouds, blocking out all light from above.
Outside a tent made of beast skin situated away from the battlefield.
A voice called out from outside the tent.
"Sister Jiayue, the new undead army has arrived. There are over a million in number according to Meatfist's count."
The resting Dong Jiayue within the tent got up.
Yawning, she asked, "What time is it?"
"It's past two in the morning," replied the voice outside the tent.
A sharp light flashed in Dong Jiayue's eyes.
"Notify the troops down the line to prepare for the offensive!"
"Yes!" The figure outside answered before turning to leave.
The Undead had been launching harassment attacks for several days now.
Skeletons didn't need rest, but Dwarves did.
