Work Prophet
Chapter 620 - 52: Dwarf vs Ghost (Part 3)

Chapter 620: Chapter 52: Dwarf vs Ghost (Part 3)

Jerome had not expected that before the matter of the ghosts was resolved, the Mountain Spirits would also come and stir up trouble.

And without waiting for him to ask questions, as if to confirm what those savages had said, a rustling sound came to Jerome’s ears, accompanied by a series of squeaks.

Then the Dwarf Warriors saw a large swarm of mice emerging from the darkness, rushing towards them.

The Dwarves were no strangers to these little creatures, but the mice they usually encountered were mostly alone or in pairs, and they acted stealthily. Once spotted, they would immediately scurry into a burrow to hide.

But when hundreds or thousands of mice gathered together, it was the humans who felt fear.

Furthermore, those savages kept clamoring about the Mountain Spirits as if these mice were sent by the Mountain Spirits to punish them, making the Dwarves even more terrified.

Upon seeing those mice, Jerome paused again, but this time he reacted quickly, immediately ordering his warriors to light their torches.

He hoped to use the mice’s instinctual fear of fire to scare them away.

However, the effect was very limited. Whether those mice were possessed or something, even when they were hit and singed by the torches, squealing in pain, they continued to charge forward.

At this moment, Jerome could no longer worry about those deserters. He drew the axe from his waist, leaped down from his warhorse, and stepped on two mice, crushing them to death, then shouted.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s just a bunch of mice. Everyone, follow me and drive these disgusting things back underground!"

Indeed, just as he had said, although the number of mice was staggering and gave people the creeps, their combat ability was actually average.

Their teeth and claws could not tear through the Armor of the Dwarves. As long as they were careful to protect the parts exposed outside the Armor, they would not be seriously injured.

With a little time, Jerome was confident he could repel these strange mice.

But the problem was that tonight, the gods of fate clearly did not stand on their side.

Screams soon filled Jerome’s ears again, but this time, they came from behind him.

Those who had not fought the ghosts and who had been chased all over by the mice returned with vigour, and furthermore, they swung their weapons at the heads of their supposed allies.

This attack came without any signs.

One second, those savages had been shouting and running for their lives, then in the next second, they suddenly turned against the Dwarf Warriors by their side.

And the Dwarves were at this moment focused on dealing with the mice that seemed to appear out of nowhere, never expecting to be attacked by those next to them.

Caught off guard, it only took a moment for hundreds of Dwarves to be cut down and lose their lives.

But those savages did not stop their killing blades, immediately looking for new targets.

What was worse, the ghosts had now arrived.

The Dwarf Warriors at the very front of the army were Jerome’s carefully selected elites of the Kingdom, and each was equipped with a wooden spear capable of restraining the ghosts. Facing the terrifying darkness, they resolutely confronted the threat.

And then... there was no after that.

Miss Rabbit led with her own guards, although not very numerous, but considering that the Lady had invested a lot of money in arming and expanding the military ever since she learned of the Wing Tribe’s invasion of Bratis, one should know it was no small force.

And the young lady had also prospered by now, having equipped all her guards with full-body armor and issued them shields made of dragon scales, which reduced weight while maintaining unabated defensive power.

The guards of the Arias family had essentially transformed into moving steel fortresses, hardly something that simple wooden spears could threaten.

As a result, the Dwarves at the very front didn’t even manage to struggle before they were all chopped down and felled to the ground.

The imperial warriors leaped over the enemy’s corpses, continuing to charge forward.

At this moment, Jerome had noticed something was amiss. According to the barbarians, the Ghosts were people come back to life, but if that were true, their Armor and weapons shouldn’t be so pristine.

The next moment, a dreadful thought arose in Jerome’s mind.

But he also felt that the imperial people couldn’t possibly have the ability to both summon Fire Meteors and call upon Mysterious Light Pillars and hordes of rats for assistance.

If the phenomena that night were indeed their doing, it would be too incredible.

Many thoughts flashed through Jerome’s mind in an instant, but he didn’t forget to command his warriors to meet the enemy.

Prince Oli did not choose to undermine him at such a time by fighting for power or profiting from the situation, instead, he generously handed over the command of his over ten thousand warriors.

But this also meant that if he lost the battle to come, he would have to take full responsibility.

Jerome had no hesitation at all, as the chief commander of the army he had only one thought in his head, and that was to win this war.

However, the situation was worse than Jerome had imagined.

The barbarians had turned back part-way, throwing the army’s formation into disarray, and now they were rampaging everywhere, attacking the nearby Dwarf Warriors and causing chaos.

Furthermore, the rats were also very annoying. Their teeth and claws might not be deadly, but the Dwarf Warriors couldn’t completely ignore them; they had to spare some of their attention to guard against them during battle.

So facing those enemies with glowing eyes became even more strenuous.

Jerome could feel his army beginning to waver as if it could collapse at any moment.

And as if trouble wasn’t already enough, just then Fire Meteors streaked across the sky above his head, and this time their points of impact were no longer the granaries, but toward the crowds.

Wherever there were more people, that’s where they would fall, bursting into balls of fire!

Witnessing their comrades being struck by Fire Meteors, turning into Firemen, falling to the ground in agony and screams, even the bravest and most battle-hardened Dwarves felt a chill at the moment.

They weren’t afraid to face powerful enemies because no matter how powerful the enemy, there were always weaknesses, and with gritted teeth, they could be overcome. However, this mysterious and inexplicable power, these deaths from nowhere, brought a tremendous psychological pressure they didn’t know how to cope with.

Moreover, Dwarves indeed weren’t accustomed to fighting at night; it was very difficult for officers at all levels just to convey orders. Initially, it was possible to command, but it wasn’t long before the Dwarves were fragmented, left to fight on their own.

Even though Jerome, as the commander, was trying very hard, he could never reverse the worsening situation.

And as time went on, the decline continued to accumulate and expand, leading to an ultimate complete collapse.

In the end, the Dwarves had even lost the will to fight, dropping their weapons and scattering, fleeing into the mountains and forests.