Only God-Chapter 609 - 513: Will Golan Be Destroyed? (Two-in-one additional)

Will Golan be destroyed? Will it perish from this world?

For the Dwarves, this was a foregone conclusion, a certainty engraved in stone.

Half of the Kingdom had fallen, and even the King was captured in the hands of the Dwarves, the consecutive victories made the Dwarves reluctant to accept an easy surrender—because that would mean no opportunity to claim military achievements.

And Kafu the Sixth already had plans to establish a vast Empire.

Accompanying the Dwarves’ military edge was their propaganda onslaught.

They spread various pieces of news, such as certain territories had fallen, certain Dukes had surrendered without a fight, mixing truth and lies, spreading across the battlefield, and besides that, the Dwarves also claimed, once the people of Golan ceased resisting and became part of Kaelonde, they would selflessly share Hiris’s Holy Artifact, the "Mechanical Book," leading humanity toward a great era as pioneers.

Yet, the will of the people of Golan had not faded.

Centuries ago, they had been slaves, their territory shackled, they even lost the names they once had, living in oppressed fear, engaging in relentless, hopeless resistance.

And these Dwarves told them, you don’t need independence, you don’t need freedom, what you need is to become part of Kaelonde’s territories, you don’t even need the identity of the Golanese, after all, you will all be Kaelondeans eventually, you should lay down your weapons and surrender, your freedom and independence are but useless narcotics.

The Dwarves’ voices were so wildly arrogant.

However, what the Dwarves never considered was, what the people of Golan truly didn’t need, was Kaelonde.

Three strongholds had not yet fallen, such failures dealt a heavy blow to the usually invincible Dwarves, among them, the defeat in Larsen Town was particularly glaring, upon hearing this news, Kafu the Sixth was furious, and immediately sent a vehement letter overnight to the legion attacking Larsen Town.

After his anger, Kafu the Sixth also promptly realized the importance of Larsen Town, it was located right behind Boot Fortress, once Larsen Town fell, Boot Fortress would be isolated and vulnerable, and its fall would be imminent, of the three defensive strongholds, Horse Head Fortress turned out to be the least important.

After much consideration, Kafu the Sixth ordered three legions to be withdrawn from the two fortresses to besiege Larsen Town, undoubtedly, this small town close to Nuo Lang would decide the fate of the Golan Kingdom.

On the first day after successfully capturing Larsen Town, Baron Weiset, as the commander, rewarded his troops, they held a simple sacrificial ceremony to the Divine, and shared the spoils of fat lambs and oxen, the defensive force of Larsen Town was greatly bolstered in morale for a time.

The eldest son of Earl Maxwell, Weiset, as the chieftain of the Cavalry, Baron Ambor gave an entire lamb to him, Weiset accepted the goodwill, but he did not keep it to himself, instead, he shared it with the Cavalry under his command.

Although he was the son of an Earl, Weiset did not act superior in front of the soldiers, instead, he lived and ate with the soldiers under his command. The old general had given this heir a good education, taking him for military training early on, and these methods to solidify the troops’ loyalty, were all taught to him by Maxwell.

The Cavalry surrounded the campfire, their armor still on to guard against any night attacks, Weiset, like an ordinary soldier, shared the coarse barley wine with the rest, discussing the bloodiness of the battlefield, telling all sorts of crude and raw jokes.

"Those dwarves must be dying to take this place, a bunch of damned dwarf curs."

"What’s the difference, however many they send, we kill just as many."

"May Scatty bless us to cut off their little things and stuff them in their mouths."

...

Coarse words drifted above the campfire, Weiset listened silently, pondering how to meet the coming offensive.

"Hey, Lord Weiset, why aren’t you talking?"

A soldier asked boldly.

Weiset looked up, he had some impression of this man, everyone called him Leia the Boaster, because he talked too much, spouting grandiose statements every day, hence the nickname.

In fact, Leia was not the soldier’s name, but his daughter’s name, only because he would boast while always mentioning his daughter in front of others, hence he received the nickname.

"It’s nothing, I’m thinking about how we should hold this place."

Weiset smiled,

"How did you fight today?"

Leia the Boaster got excited, he declared proudly:

"Today my spear pierced three Dwarves, two died on the spot, and one was hit in the shoulder but got away, later when my spear broke, I took up an axe with others to hack, injured two more, Lord, you surely didn’t see my valiant figure then."

Leia vividly described the battle scene, his exaggerated tone causing laughter among the crowd, Weiset noticed, every person present showed utter disdain for the Dwarves.

Even if disdain might lead to underestimating the enemy, disdain can also bring about fearless courage, and that’s precisely what the people of Golan needed most right now.

"We’re extremely close to the Kingdom here, once we drive the Dwarves away, I’ll definitely find a Minstrel to sing of my battle achievements today, to let my daughter Leia hear it, she’s such a little beauty, who knows when she’ll marry, by that time, my fame will be the best dowry."