When Maxwell learned that the Dwarf army had already started arriving at the Kingdom Border, the first defense line of the Helong Mountain Range had already come under fierce attack.
The old Earl hoisted himself onto his horse, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck.
"Damn, how could those Dwarfs have gotten here so quickly!"
His eldest and second sons were hurriedly fastening the belts of their armor on horseback, clearly flustered. It was obvious that the marching speed of the Dwarfs had exceeded everyone's expectations, including Maxwell's.
"Make ready to respond," Maxwell said, "and may the Gods bless us. We depart immediately for the Ron area—that is our second line of defense."
