My Players Are So Fierce

Sure, here is the translation:

My Majesty, you will become the symbol of all dwarves, and might even permanently end the division among the three dwarf clans…

But before that, my Majesty, there is something you must immediately resolve. According to your agreement with the soldiers, after this victory you need to take out a large amount of wealth to reward their bravery and compensate for the deceased.

On my way here, I did some calculations. With the current treasury we have… it’s completely insufficient to pay such a high military salary. But the soldiers need material rewards, Majesty, this cannot be lacking.”

“I know, I know.”

Upon hearing this, Lord Hadran’s expression turned to one of worry and there was even a hint of embarrassment. He sighed and said:

“Money boosts the morale of the warriors, but the cost of buying victory is too high; the royal treasury is already depleted. My General, before you I need not hide anything: the truth is that your King is already impoverished due to this month-long defense.

Adding this victory reward, the Earth Hammer family will go bankrupt tonight.

Those mining companies are willing to support our war effort, but their treasury is also exhausted.”

“No, Majesty, you still have plenty of wealth.”

General Banock smiled, pulled out a piece of crude ore covered with crystal clusters from his chest and shoved it into Lord Hadran’s hand, saying:

“We’ve always kept those Burning Gold for today, haven’t we? No clever dwarf would refuse to receive your Burning Gold ores as military pay. Prices have soared across the city due to the glut of Gold Coins. This morning, my servant told me the price of a large white loaf has risen to five silver coins…”

“Five silver coins? Gaia above!”

Upon hearing this, the Supreme Lord was instantly shocked. He stood up and said:

“This can’t continue, if the people can’t eat their fill, there will be trouble. We must quickly restore the coin’s value to its proper track.”

“So we need to pay with Burning Gold, give currency enough stability time, your royal accountants are already thinking of solutions, you should trust them.”

General Banock persuasively said:

“But the Burning Gold ores we have in hand are insufficient to reward every soldier, Majesty, if I may speak bluntly, you’ve been safeguarding Gaia’s temple for over a month in the most difficult times without touching that wealth, trying to express your devotion in this way.

But Gaia hasn’t responded to us!

Now we have won, and no longer need divine favors.

Those hundreds of years of offered wealth perhaps should be put to more suitable use.”

Upon hearing this suggestion, the Supreme Lord immediately fell silent. A moment later, he said:

“I need to think a bit more…”

“Majesty! On one side is abandoning our divine spirit, on the other is your loyal soldiers who have sacrificed blood for your city and people. In the face of such reality, do you still need to think?”

Banock angrily said:

“As you see, I once was Gaia’s most devout priest, but now I am awakened!

Throughout the brutal war, I witnessed the soldiers’ death and Loyalty, and I also saw our people’s courage and unity in spontaneously defending the city. The facts prove that a cold god is entirely unworthy of our worship!

We Brass Dwarves can complete all the endeavors we wish with our own hands, and your soldiers have fulfilled their promise, now is the time for you to prove your oath to them, Majesty, we’ve lost Gaia, we cannot lose the soldiers’ Loyalty too!”

The Supreme Lord remained silent.

He returned to his Golden Throne, reached out and withdrew an ancient Sacred Emblem, placing it in his hand to rub.

This was a sacred object he personally carved with reverence upon first receiving Gaia’s guidance more than a thousand years ago when he awoke from the Dark Mountain Range, proof of mankind’s first contact with the divine, and also a bond of faith between Brass Dwarves and the Mother Earth.

Over the past thousand years, dwarves and the Mother Earth have been companions, like old friends…

“Gaia, please respond to me.”

Lord Hadran prayed in his heart, just like every invocation over the past month, but still received only empty silence.

“Ah, enough.”

The Supreme Lord sighed somewhat disheartenedly, and under General Banock’s gaze, he threw his Sacred Emblem, which he never parted from, on the table beside him, closed his eyes, and very tiredly gestured, saying:

“Go personally, Banock, my most trusted General, commander and savior of the Brass Fortress, go, open Gaia’s Treasury, distribute the King’s rewards to those loyal warriors, proclaim to them that their King respects and fulfills the war contract between me and them.”

“My Majesty!”

Seeing the Supreme Lord finally making a decision, General Banock was overwhelmed with joy. He fell to his knees and responded devoutly:

“Today’s decision will surely be inscribed in history. From now on, we Brass Dwarves will be truly freed from that heavy burden. Please rest, leave the rest to me.”

After saying this, the General put on his war helmet adorned with crimson tassels and marched out of the throne hall. Minutes later, he led a group of soldiers into Gaia’s Treasury, and the Lord’s Guards stationed there had already dispersed.

Banock looked at the treasury door carved with Gaia’s statue before him, sneered, and at a wave of his hand, several merciless Ironheart Warriors came forward, wielding their war hammers, and forcefully smashed open the heavy door. In an instant, the golden and splendid brilliance lit up everyone’s eyes.