Yaraal picked up the alchemy potion and drank it all without any hesitation, believing that the strong human who had appeared would not harm them.
With the opponent's strength, killing them would be too easy.
"What is this... the injuries are recovering?"
As soon as Yaraal finished drinking, she felt a gentle power emerge within her body, spreading throughout and filling her with a warm sensation.
The fatigue from the battle was gradually fading, and even some of the wounds on her body were healing quickly.
Too incredible!
"This, this is too precious!" Yaraal looked at the alchemy potion in her hand, which she had just drunk in one gulp, her silver pupils filled with heartache and shock:
"Is this the "magic" that Grandpa mentioned?"
This kind of thing that can restore injuries can easily be exchanged for ten people's worth of food for a month in the valley.
"This is just an alchemy potion, but you can also understand it as a kind of magical means," Minori shook his head and explained softly.
During the conversation just now, he already knew that the silver-haired girl in front of him was the granddaughter of the human hero who had died, as he had heard from the gray dwarves.
The 50 or so humans behind him also noticed this scene and exclaimed in surprise. The originally hesitant people immediately followed suit.
Afraid that Minori would take back the five bottles of alchemy potions he had given them.
"That... that..."
After realizing the value of the alchemy potion, Yaraal was a little overwhelmed. She wanted to ask her companions to return the potion, but she was also worried about their injuries.
For a moment, even her speech became a little stuttering.
"It's not a high-value item for me."
Minori casually waved his hand, indicating that Yaraal didn't need to be nervous, and then said:
"The reason I gave you one bottle and let your companions divide five bottles is because your strength far exceeds theirs, and your life level is higher."
"And their life level is weaker, so the diluted alchemy potion is enough for your companions."
"Thank you so much!" Yaraal didn't seem to be good at expressing herself and bowed deeply to Minori again.
"Now is not the time to talk about this kind of thing, how many of you are there?" Minori asked.
"There are still more than 5,000 people," Yaraal bit her lip.
"How many troops did the gray dwarves send?"
"About 5,000 people. The unit that you just eliminated, sir, was the vanguard," Yaraal said.
She originally wanted to take the initiative to attack and create some traps along the way, but she happened to encounter the opponent's vanguard.
"The troop strength is about 1:1, but your weapons are too poor."
Minori nodded and glanced at the weapons used by everyone, which were basically weapons from the gray dwarves.
However, the size difference between the gray dwarves and humans is obvious, and weapons that can be used by gray dwarves are not so easy to use in the hands of humans.
[Experience Points: 181062/120000]
Minori glanced at the attribute panel. Killing so many gray dwarf soldiers had increased his experience points by nearly 70,000 in one go.
He silently calculated that each dwarf soldier gave about 150 experience points on average.
"Um, sir," Yaraal's hoarse voice sounded softly.
"Hmm?" Minori looked at her.
"What I said just now was not the troop strength, but that we humans only have 5,000 people," Yaraal lowered her head, and after speaking, she quickly thought of something and said quickly:
"Don't worry, sir, all of us can fight."
Minori narrowed his eyes.
A race with only 5,000 people is not much different from being extinct. This is still because humans themselves have a relatively strong reproductive ability.
How many able-bodied people can a group of 5,000 people pull out?
Seeing Minori's silence, Yaraal felt a little flustered in her heart. The strong man in front of her was already their only hope.
After witnessing Minori's strength, Yaraal vaguely realized that the other party was likely to have the strength of the "hero" realm, just like her grandfather.
However.
Even a strong person like Grandpa, can he really fight against such a huge gray dwarf army with his own strength?
Yaraal was still a little confused in her heart. She only knew that people who entered that realm were very strong, but she had never really seen how strong they were.
Grandpa hadn't taken action for a long time before his death. In Grandpa's words, as long as he was alive, other races wouldn't dare to invade them.
Yaraal clenched her fists, and the humans behind her also remained silent.
They seemed unable to do anything.
"Lead the way, any later, your people will be in danger," Minori patted the dust off his body and said lightly.
Yaraal was stunned.
"According to your description just now, this dwarf unit should not be the vanguard, but specifically to block you."
"That is to say, the real gray dwarf army should not be taking this route," Minori said.
Yaraal's pupils shrank, and she suddenly reacted, her face suddenly turning pale.
Aside!
More than 50 human soldiers had already recovered from their injuries. At this moment, after hearing the conversation between the two, they couldn't care about being sad for their dead companions and all stood up in an uproar.
"Yaraal! The gray dwarves are attacking the oasis from another route!"
"We have to go back quickly, or everyone will be in danger!"
Noisy voices rang out from all directions.
"We'll leave now!"
Yaraal also understood the seriousness of the situation and picked up the silver spear inserted aside.
"Wait, these weapons." In the crowd, a human companion reminded.
The death of five hundred gray dwarves naturally left a large number of weapons, which is a very important way for the weapon-lacking human side to obtain weapons.
"Yaraal, you send some people to stay and pick up weapons, and the others set off immediately."
Minori said to Yaraal, then patted Kuro that had turned into a goshawk on his shoulder:
"Kuro, you stay and protect them."
"Swoosh!"
Kuro let out a goshawk cry and nodded.
After Yaraal left five people behind, she immediately led Minori and the rest of the people back to the oasis where the humans lived as quickly as possible.
Lifeless, desolate desert.
In a flat desert, a touch of green suddenly appeared, like a green sail inlaid in the sea of sand.
Although this desert valley is called "Despair Valley" by everyone, there is still real life, which is the oasis born with the help of underground water sources.
A large number of plants grow on the oasis, with lush trees, and you can vaguely see some wild animals. At the edge of the oasis, you can clearly see the artificially mined land and the crops planted.
This oasis is only the size of a small town, but it is already one of the three largest oases in this vast desert area.
However, at this moment!
A chilling aura filled the entire oasis.
A gray dwarf army of about 5,000 people had arrived in front of the oasis. All the dwarf soldiers looked at the lush vegetation and green trees in front of them, with greedy and eager expressions on their faces.
This oasis will be their territory from now on!
And blocking them is just a group of weak humans.
The gray dwarf commander stood on the shoulders of two gray dwarf soldiers, raised his hand and placed it in front of his forehead, blocking the scorching sunlight, and looked towards the oasis in the distance.
He only saw a group of humans wearing ragged clothes and not even having decent weapons.
"If we take this place today, everyone can drink alcohol in this oasis tonight!"
"For His Highness!"
"For the revival of the gray dwarf race!"
"Brave warriors, kill!"
The gray dwarf commander shouted loudly.
All the gray dwarves' eyes lit up when they heard "alcohol", and saliva secreted.
"Alcohol" is their favorite, but there are too few things that can be used to brew alcohol in Despair Valley. "Alcohol" has long been a luxury item in the eyes of most dwarves.
"For His Highness!"
"For the revival of the gray dwarf race!"
"For His Highness!"
"For the revival of the gray dwarf race!"
All the gray dwarves shouted in unison, and all rushed towards the human green land.
No tactics, no need for tactics!
With the strength of their gray dwarf race, they don't need this kind of technical thing to deal with this group of weak humans.
What's more, no gray dwarf thinks they will lose.
On the other side.
The human side has all been dispatched. Except for the old and unable to move and the newly born infants, everyone has stood in front of the oasis.
If there are no weapons, take stones, take branches!
Everyone looked at the gray dwarf soldiers rushing like a tide, and a sense of despair permeated the crowd.
No one thought of running away.
Because in this desert, leaving the oasis, their humans have no way to survive.
Standing at the forefront of the humans.
Was a middle-aged man with silver hair, his face full of fatigue and scars, and a earthy gray scarf wrapped around his neck.
He is the patriarch of this generation of humans.
"Is humanity going to perish in my hands." The middle-aged patriarch's face was full of bitterness, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
He was both pained by his lack of ability and pained by the large number of tribesmen dying in front of him one after another.
"Patriarch, what are you doing!"
"Patriarch!"
"It's all our fault, we've burdened you and Yaraal."
Seeing this scene, everyone's faces turned red, and some women even cried directly.
"Shut up!" The middle-aged patriarch said loudly, turned his head and scanned everyone:
"Even if humanity really becomes extinct, we must never let the other party take the oasis easily!"
"If you want to destroy our clan, then come!!!"
The crying stopped.
All the humans showed a hideous and terrifying look on their faces, looked at the rushing gray dwarf army, and shouted in unison:
"Then come! ! !"
The middle-aged patriarch took the lead and rushed out, fighting with the gray dwarf soldiers at the forefront.
The two races collided instantly, and for a time, all kinds of screams and wails resounded throughout the battlefield. Faced with the powerful gray dwarf army, the humans only persisted for a moment before they began to retreat steadily.
Despair surged again!
"Ah——"
"What is that!"
"Ah! ! !"
"There are humans in the rear, then kill them together!"
"So strong... Ah! !"
Suddenly, there was a huge commotion in the rear of the gray dwarves.
For a time, the retreating human side breathed a sigh of relief, and all the humans showed a blank expression on their faces, obviously not knowing what had happened.
"Patriarch, look, it's Yaraal!" A surprised shout rang out.
The panting middle-aged patriarch quickly raised his head and looked at the distant direction where the gray dwarf army was most chaotic.