Compared to this little personal hobby, what Lóni had to put all his energy into, besides the research and development of new weapons and dealing with the increasingly strange and unpredictable movements of the Elf, now also included the prediction of the God of War's camp. The Flügel, who had been quiet for a while, were suddenly active again. This was undoubtedly a matter that affected the nerves of all races even more.
The Elf, who were once seen as a great enemy, in the entire God of War's camp—or to put it bluntly, since the God of War did not bother to make a move easily, what Lóni now saw as a great enemy were the reckless, powerful, and warlike Flügel, who could not be judged by ordinary thinking.
In this regard, although he didn't know why the Elf, who could once barely keep up with the Dwarf's combat power, had suddenly fallen behind, under the oppression of the Flügel, Lóni had to put this former great enemy aside for now. After all, the united Fairy and the Flügel and Dragon still had a lot of weight.
They could, to a certain extent, share the threat from the God of War's camp for the Dwarf alliance.
'Ah, I almost forgot, and those sea of spirit... They had never appeared in the countless great wars of the past, so why are they appearing everywhere on the continent now? Is it really because the planet's spatial carrying capacity has reached its limit? I can't accept such a ridiculous reason...'
Because of the abundant Elves brought by those sea of spirit that were appearing everywhere, the concentration of Elves on the entire continent had become a lot higher. This directly led to the power of some spells being much greater, especially for the races with weak Elf affinity. Even casting spells had become easier... Speaking of which, he hadn't seen any Werebeast lately?
The unknown question made Lóni's head hurt. As the leader of his race and the leader of the alliance, he had too many things to consider.
Buzz—
A sharp humming sound that sounded directly in the ears of all the races in the underground hole also sounded in Lóni's ears, waking him from his contemplation. The entire Dwarf alliance knew what such a sound meant. It was the highest level of alert, even a level that was related to the survival of the entire race.
And soon, his question was answered.
"Emergency! Lóni! The entire Elf alliance has suddenly gathered, and the Flügel! The Flügel are also moving unusually!"
Sparks flew in the air. The Dwarf who was the first to send the message to Lóni had not yet arrived, but his voice had already drifted over in advance.
In fact, the situation was much more serious than what he said. At least when the Dwarf on the front line sent back that hair-raising image, even Lóni couldn't help but tense up.
Although the recent skirmish with the Flügel had established the current strength of the entire Dwarf, Lóni, as the leader, did not relax because of the increase in their current power. Compared to his joyful clansmen, he was more aware that what they had fought against before was only one team of the Flügel, and their total number was only twenty-three wings.
But this time was different.
'The Flügel are serious,' Lóni's mind immediately came to this conclusion.
They were no longer flying through the sky in a loose group of two or three. Those butchers whose minds were filled with nothing but war were even spreading their wings and lining up neatly. The distance between each wing was no different from the others. But the most important thing was their numbers. With just a rough look, he could tell that there were more than a hundred of them.
Excluding the Flügel who had perished over the years, Lóni had no doubt that this was all of the Flügel at the moment. They had put all their power forward.
There was no need to leave anyone behind to protect the God of War. Protecting the strongest existence in this world was a joke. The God of War did not need such an insult. The Flügel were flying through the sky in formation. They didn't even choose to use a convenient ability like directly traversing space. Instead, they provocatively slowed down their speed and flew south from high in the northern ocean, brazenly showing their existence to the other races.
It was as if the 'sun' that only existed in myths and legends had reappeared. A small spot of light, so blazing white that it was almost impossible to look at directly, appeared high up in the image. In just a few seconds, it had submerged the entire image like a tsunami.
"This is the last image that the outpost sent back," The Dwarf who was speaking next to Lóni even had a slightly trembling voice as he stared at the pure white in the image. "Even hiding a thousand meters deep underground was useless. Those Flügel directly pierced through the ground where he was."
"And there was no intention of negotiation at all... At least I didn't see any attempt by the Flügel to talk," another Dwarf added.
"...Then what about the Elf? I mean the Elf alliance," Lóni suddenly asked.
Following his words, the image that the Dwarf had projected onto the big screen for the Gigant to see also changed.
Compared to the Flügel, the Elf were much more familiar—more floral airships and grass airships than fireworks, a scene that could not be fully displayed on a single screen. The magical holes of the Fairy were vaguely flickering above the fleet. The Dragon, who had huge and undeniable bodies, existed on one side of the huge fleet. Their dignified and powerful bodies manifested their existence.
As if they had agreed on it in advance, at the same moment, the Elf alliance and the Flügel almost simultaneously made an unusual move. Not understanding the reason for this strange phenomenon, the only thing Lóni could be sure of was that the Dwarf must have missed a crucial piece of information that was enough to influence the outcome of the war. At this moment, he even felt as if he and the forces he commanded were outsiders to the great war.
However, this was undoubtedly a misconception. With the huge size of the entire Dwarf alliance, no matter what anyone was planning in secret, they would ultimately not be able to avoid their existence. And the power in their hands was the source of this confidence, and that power had already been verified by the enemy's blood.
"The direction of the Elf's main force is undoubtedly where we are," The projected image changed accordingly, turning into the newest and most detailed map of the continental forces. A cluster of red dots was the real-time location of the Elf's troops. Their trajectory was also clearly marked with an arrow on top of the map. And in front of that arrow was the location of the Dwarf alliance.
Shaking his head and casting aside the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Lóni stared at the map and said in a deep voice:
"I order... all ships to ascend into the sky. The Gigant and the rest of the troops will mainly focus on defense and wait for the subsequent troops to arrive. Awaken all the Phantasma and tell them not to enter the battlefield yet. They will act according to the situation on the battlefield."
"As for all the Dwarf—attack!"
"Bring all of my masterpieces with you!!"