My Players Are So Fierce

Secondly, I request Lord Paryen to use his influence to have the Goldenrod Kingdom and Nordtov Kingdom assist Transylvania’s war effort with a more cooperative stance.

Ultimately, the Brass Fortress is definitely beyond saving.

Under this wave of chaos, the Ligurian Peninsula, never before ravaged by war, will no longer be peaceful.

I have a mission group stationed there.

I request the Blood Covenant Knight Order to assist them in evacuating if necessary.

I will send the plans to Professor Malcolm and Count Shuren, the Thorn Clan will aid them too, but the Blood Covenant knights must send people there!

“We don’t have that many people!”

Lord Hether sighed and said:

“Your requests are almost like asking Lord Paryen to hand over the command of the entire Blood Covenant Clan to you.

You are too arrogant.

Never before has any vampire dared to be so disrespectful to the Lord!”

“The Lord is executing a plan to annihilate the Evil God; where does he have time to lead an army in battle?”

Murphy retorted:

“If you don’t comply with the command of others, are the Blood Covenant knights planning to stand by in this urgent continental war?

Come on, Hether, you know better than anyone the current situation.

The fall of the Blackflame Mountain Pass is just the beginning.

If we wait until the Brass Fortress breaks and shocks the continent to act, it will be too late.

I ask you, can you still contact over at the Brass Fortress?”

“No.”

Lord Hether’s words were filled with worry, she said:

“Some force has blocked all communication with that place, I can only vaguely sense the Lord is in the vicinity of the Ligurian Peninsula through the link between offspring and elders.

I don’t know what’s happening near the Brass Fortress, but…”

“The Wise Wolf told me, inside the Brass Fortress there’s a strange power that keeps the dwarven city perpetually noisy, eternally restless, even affecting the soul.”

Murphy interrupted Hether’s speculation.

He stared into Hether’s red eyes beneath the war helmet, saying:

“I can tell you clearly, it’s the power of the Subspace!

Only the mysterious power of the Subspace can achieve such a silent, instantaneous large-scale spiritual energy blockade.

Don’t argue with me, I can also tell you, in terms of research on Subspace power, all the dwarves combined are inferior to Triss and me!

As for why the Subspace shadow can achieve such large-scale infiltration when the world’s barriers are still intact…

Heh.”

He pulled out a piece of still-bloodstained Burning Gold Ore, tossing it in his hand, saying to Hether:

“If I’m not mistaken, the warehouse of the Brass Fortress is stacked full of this stuff, right?

Didn’t the Half-body Men tell you when they taught you smelting Burning Gold that this thing derives its power shaping from the Subspace in the material world?

I bet you knew.

Because the Mother Goddess has always warned you to stay away from Burning Gold.

You heard, you just didn’t care because the wealth it brings is too tempting.

The Brass Dwarves have sat on the Gold Mountain enjoying wealth for hundreds of years, being lavish for hundreds of years, being carefree for hundreds of years, but these gifts all come at a cost.

Now…

You must pay the debt!”

“I…

I have no rebuttal.”

Lord Hether seemed to have lost all her spirit; she dejectedly said:

“I will request aid as you require.

Perhaps there’s no saving for the Brass Dwarves’ side, but I think we Shield Dwarves still have a shred of hope.

We hold the Polut Pass, the last gateway to the Ligurian Peninsula.

I will have my clan contact your envoys, if you need to evacuate, I will have my clan fully assist.”

“Hm…

no no no, we’re not just evacuating.”

Murphy extended his finger, speaking to Lord Hether in a subtle tone:

“We need to move out all those dangerous things that might be taken and exploited by the Wolf People when the Half-body Men face war threats!

I’ve been waiting, just didn’t expect the opportunity to arrive so quickly.

But I won’t take it for free.

When the Half-body Men may lose their proud City of Machinery, Transylvania will generously open its arms to them.”

Having said that, Murphy stood up, patted Lord Hether’s shoulder, pointing towards the Blackflame Mountain Pass, saying:

“Take a last look at here, tomorrow at this time, everything you are familiar with will cease to exist.

But let me tell you, don’t grieve for the losses of the past, courageously embrace change.

What I mean is, welcome to the next phase of the Black Disaster.”

—————–

The second attempt by the Wolf People to attack position eight quickly failed again because more of the Retinue Army arrived here, filled with anger to inflict more harm and destruction on the Wolf People before evacuating.

However, the charging Wolf People at the front were not the only trouble these final defenders faced.

With the help of several Earth Priests, Murphy, Hether, Maxim, and Phemys reached the core area below position nine known as the “Death Space.”

At a glance, they saw the earth-colored divine arts barrier enveloping the entire space, tens of thousands of Undead warriors and an equal number of resentful spirits trapped by the divine arts’ host.

This scene alone conveyed to Murphy the terrifying power possessed by the elderly and frail dwarf standing before them.

That was Ofg · Heart of Silver.

The owner of the Silver Fort, the Supreme Lord of the Silver Dwarfs, one of the three “Ancient Leaders” of dwarf civilization, and keeper of the Earth Sacred Object · Gaia Whisper, also the biological grandfather of that annoying dwarf Loren.