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Kings of the Brass Fortress – Extra Update for Brother “Little Rag Who Doesn’t Eat Fish” 【29/30】

1757: 587.

Kings of the Brass Fortress – Extra Update for Brother “Little Rag Who Doesn’t Eat Fish” 【29/30】

At the same time as the wolf people were forming a combat alliance over there, similar things were happening at the Brass Fortress.

This isn’t to say that some sage in this dwarven city had foreseen the main battlefield of the Black Disaster, but purely because a uniquely identified outsider was stirring up unexpected waves here.

The Brass Fortress is not only a military fortress for the dwarves to defend the Dark Mountain Range, but it’s also the main city of the Brass Dwarves.

According to the dwarves’ typically rugged naming style, it should probably be called Brass Castle, but considering its significant military mission, calling it a fortress better highlights its importance.

Previously, when Murphy traveled to Hunger Mountain, he had a distant view of this mountain fortress.

It was like a wall blocking between the Dark Mountain Range and the Ligurian Peninsula, cutting off the possibility of the Black Disaster spreading.

Although this path is not the only way from the Dark Mountain Range to the peninsula, there are many small paths through the mountains other than it.

Back when Triss roamed the world, she took those small paths, but since they are called small paths, they are definitely not suitable for large-scale troop movements.

“In the first four Black Disasters, small groups of wolf people tried to infiltrate the peninsula along mountain paths to cause some destruction, but the dwarves also built other small fortresses in this mountain.

They made full use of their dwarven nature, and under the blessing of Mother Earth, they turned this mountain into a place of protection.

As far as I know, the Half-body Men of Charldo Harbor have another name for the Brass Fortress; they exaggeratedly call it ‘the Protector.’”

In one of the watchtowers at the highest point of the Brass Fortress, Lord Paryen, dressed in a robe paired with a blood-colored cloak, was introducing the structure beneath them to the person next to him.

The highest point of this fortress group in the Brass Fortress is over two thousand meters above sea level.

Looking around from here, you can see those snow-capped peaks, and the temperature here is naturally much lower than the plains, even colder than Transylvania, which is currently experiencing the second snowfall of the year.

Next to Lord Paryen, Hog, hooded and shivering from the cold.

But he dared not show any unseemly behavior in front of the lord.

Mr.

“Wise Wolf” is well aware that the only reason he can swagger into the dwarven fortress without being killed is because of the protection of the lord beside him.

As Lord Paryen was introducing the characteristics of the Brass Fortress to him, Hog, shaking to warm himself, sneezed and said:

“This fortress is amazing, almost like a creation of the Divine Spirit, but it seems a bit dangerous.”

“It is certainly dangerous.”

The lord, with an artistic air and black hair draping over his shoulders, shook his head and said:

“Danger means power, and power can be used for many things, to save or to restore many things.”

“No, no, no, my lord, the danger I mean is not about the fortress itself.”

Hog, exhaling and shivering, explained:

“If the Ligurian Peninsula relies solely on this mountain for protection, then once the Brass Fortress is breached, wouldn’t it mean that prosperous peninsula would have no defenses?

It would become a plundered hell overnight, and I’ve heard that the Half-body Men are a group of pacifists, with no basic understanding of war.

This is too terrifying, my lord.

The Half-body Men haven’t experienced the ravages of the four Black Disasters; their understanding of wolf people comes from stories and history.

If things go worst, the Half-body Men might face extinction because of it.

I never doubt the enthusiasm of my brutal compatriots on this matter.”

“Hmm, indeed.”

Lord Paryen nodded.

His deep gaze watched the faint outlines of the peninsula in the distance, and a few seconds later, he said:

“They are like protected flowers, brilliant yet delicate, with no basic understanding of the world’s cruelty.

The Half-body Men believe that as long as they can continue to produce weapons to support other races threatened by war, they can enjoy peace.

For example, the big decision we came to make here, the Half-body Men’s Steam Lords have no interest in it.

They may understand its importance, but unfortunately, the little guys evidently do not consider the newly born Evil God from afar to be a threat to them.”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing, my lord.”

Hog looked around and said quietly:

“This means when things start to go wrong, you have no responsibility towards them.

If they don’t want to give, naturally they won’t receive in return.

When they get beaten to tears, they’ll come asking for your help themselves, and by then, they will become sensible, much better than you persuading them earnestly, only to be laughed at as nonsense.

The goodwill of the noble is heavy and precious.

If they don’t value it, they have to bear the consequences themselves.”

This consolation and the hidden flattery made Lord Paryen chuckle.

Evidently, the vampire’s Millennium Lord had never anticipated being consoled by a wolf person one day.

He shook his head, took out a pocket watch so exquisitely made it did not belong to this era, and after confirming the time, the lord turned back to Hog and said:

“Let’s go, the kings’ communication should be set up by now.

Do you still remember what I emphasized to you these few days?

For today’s conversation, I can only provide you with a platform.

You must rely on yourself to persuade those vacillating leaders.

They trust me but doesn’t mean they trust you.