My Players Are So Fierce

“Please forgive a vampire’s irreverence when it comes to matters of the Divine Spirit, but I feel that Mother Earth missed a wonderful opportunity.

What I mean is, if she could be a bit more enlightened, could understand and accept the transformation of the Brass Dwarves, perhaps Mother Gaia could obtain new domains like ‘trade’, ‘wealth’, and ‘fairness’.

This wouldn’t destroy her power; on the contrary, it would grant her greater advantages on the battlefield of the subspace.”

“What a terrifying thought!”

Ovg stared wide-eyed in shock, but he did not deny it.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he sighed and said:

“The Mother Goddess symbolizes the earth, and the earth is always stable and stubborn, always resistant to change.

Let’s not continue this topic, Lord Morphy.

If we delve any deeper, I might have to smash your heretic head with a warhammer in the name of Mother Earth.”

“Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong.”

Murphy waved his hand and asked:

“According to your perspective, the Brass Dwarves haven’t collectively fallen; instead, they’ve transformed from believers to those who care about money, right?

So, is there a chance for them to be redeemed?”

“Of course there is, Mother Gaia is always merciful, as long as the Brass Dwarves can return to their former simplicity…”

Ovg smiled wryly and said a bit helplessly:

“But you and I both know, that’s impossible.

A poor country boy, once he enters the city and experiences the splendor and wonders of a large metropolis, it’s hard for him to return to a life of simplicity and scarcity.”

“Tsk, tsk, I feel there’s a hidden meaning in your words.”

Murphy said with a subtle tone:

“So, are you implying this is the truth of Marshal Loren’s birth?

That your son was dazzled by the glitz of human society and ultimately strayed from the righteous path of the dwarves?”

“No, he simply fell in love with a woman he shouldn’t have loved.

What’s crazier is, the woman, who lived a life of debauchery for the first half of her life, also chose to abandon her previously wayward lifestyle because of this love.

They truly changed for each other; they were blessed by love.”

Lord Ovg said, a little melancholy and tired:

“And then a blind old man played the villain, cruelly tearing apart what should have been a fairy tale of love between human and dwarf.

The lovesick dwarf prince was exiled, the heartbroken human lady died of grief, and the child born in that sorrow learned hatred from the very beginning of his life.

Over my lifetime, I’ve done many things, Lord Morphy, and throwing my grandson into Hell with my own hands is the decision I regret the most.

But, I am a Supreme Lord.

To uphold sacred traditions, I always have to sacrifice something.

Just as you may face such a difficult choice in the future, at that time, please remember the lesson of this wicked old man.

Never destroy something beautiful to achieve your ends; it will only create an ugly outcome.”

“So, every conversation with a wise old man comes with a life proverb; it’s already become a sort of tradition, right?”

Murphy blinked and said to the Supreme Lord Silver Dwarf, who could no longer drink due to weakness and injuries:

“Though it’s full of the unique mustiness of old men, I still want to thank you for your teachings, especially the story about Mother Earth and the Brass Dwarves, which has greatly benefited me.

Moreover, I noticed that the Frost Dwarves seem to have been absent from the main dwarf narrative; is there something unspeakable about them?”

“Uh, that’s something I can’t tell you, Lord Morphy.”

Lord Ovg shook his head and said:

“As far as I know, the Frost Dwarf clans have been mobilized.

After Lupa prepares for large-scale support on the frontlines, they should come to Transylvania as one of the representatives of the Nordtov Kingdom.

Because of your previous good deeds for them, I estimate Baldur may come in person; at that time, you can inquire from him.

I can only tell you that the Frost Dwarves are special!

Besides faith in Mother Earth, they carry a mission on their shoulders.

Although we have all forgotten where that mission originated, if Mother Gaia has not stopped them from fulfilling their duty, it indicates it’s a matter of utmost importance to the world.

You should probably leave now.

Not just because I need to rest, but also because a vampire noble is approaching here.

The Power of the Earth has foretold to me that your Millennium lord is about to step into this valley.

By the traditional vampire etiquette, you as the junior should go at once to greet them; don’t forget to bring your Duke lover, or Lord Paryen might be displeased.

You should know, that guy’s stubbornness and rigidity in certain aspects far exceed even me, a dwarf.”