My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2536 - 846: Where Should the Forsaken Head in the Future? (Part 2)

The dwarves all know where Polut Pass is; they wouldn’t flee in any other direction. But with a bit of strategic awareness, it’s not hard to see that given the current situation, escaping directly towards the Ligurian Peninsula through the reshaped Gorgon Mountain Pass is the optimal solution.

The once continuous ridgeline has been flattened, and from higher ground, one can now directly look out at the distant coastline of Charldo Harbor.

From now on, Gorgon Mountain Pass might be renamed Gorgon Avenue, as the road to the Ligurian Peninsula is completely open. Climbing the mountains to Polut Pass would waste more time, but conversely, the drastic change in terrain has also rendered the previously strategic Polut Pass, the only way to the Ligurian Peninsula, strategically insignificant.

The Wolf People will likely not waste time taking a roundabout route to attack that well-defended stronghold.

"So now you need to lead the tens of thousands of dwarves willing to follow us to Polut Pass and report everything that happened here to Lord Catman, and have him quickly send people to guide the Brass refugees to Charldo Harbor."

In the ruins of the Brass Fortress, Lord Paryen, clad in armor, rode on the Unicorn and instructed Old Edward:

"Do not linger at Polut Pass; after delivering the warning, head immediately to Charldo Harbor to meet with the Steam Lords. Tell them to abandon all delusions and prepare for battle! Once the Wolf People enter the Ligurian Peninsula, they’ll surely make a direct attack on their city; a doomed siege is set to break out there..."

"It’s useless, Paryen, I’ve been to Charldo Harbor. I know the state of the Half-body Men."

Old Edward said with disdain:

"Counting on them to defend their city is pure fantasy. The Half-body Men are simply not suited for the battlefield. Their quirky machines can’t protect them.

That place is destined to fall!

It would be better to organize an evacuation now; the Half-body Men have built enough railways on the peninsula, and with their transport capacity, they can at least evacuate some people as seeds of their civilization before the Wolf People siege."

"I understand everything you’re saying, Edward, but that’s no reason for us to give up!"

Lord Paryen said solemnly:

"Charldo Harbor must be defended; otherwise, once the Wolf People advance north along the peninsula, Murphy’s painstakingly crafted Maginot Line will lose its strategic significance instantly. Isn’t the new territory of the Wolfsbane Clan in Kato?

If Charldo Harbor falls, your Kato will quickly turn into Hell.

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting, Edward. I know you want to take advantage of the chaos to expand the power of the Wolfsbane Clan, but now is not the time for petty schemes!

If the Wolf People merge forces on the western and central battlefields, the horrific scenes from a hundred years ago will replay; you, too, experienced the fourth Black Disaster. You know I’m not exaggerating a pathetic fear; I’m stating facts.

You!

You stay at Charldo Harbor!

If the Half-body Men don’t know how to fight, teach them!

And the Brass refugees here have lost their homeland; they’re scared stiff, but fear will not dominate their minds forever. Once the fear fades, anger will return to their bodies. They’ll become the staunchest revenge warriors.

They are the kind of warriors Charldo Harbor needs most now; bring them there!"

"Alright, alright, you always see through my little schemes."

Old Edward nodded helplessly.

As the cold-hearted Duke Wolfsbane, he truly didn’t want to get involved in matters that bring no benefit to his clan. Lord Paryen assigning him to go to Charldo Harbor to assist in defense had a clear implication: the Wolfsbane Clan must participate in defending Charldo Harbor.

The Millennium Lord’s determination is unshakeable; if Old Edward chooses not to comply, the Holy Spear will teach him the meaning of regret.

As Triss once remarked, young vampires only fear and envy the Millennium Lord’s supreme authority, but only the ancients know that the lord has never relied on charisma to lead vampires forward.

When necessary, he can also be a feared Tyrant.

Before leaving, Duke Wolfsbane surveyed his surroundings again, his perception of life allowing him to sense the countless lives present amidst the ruins. He said:

"Are you planning to stay here and organize these Brass refugees to resist locally? I’m afraid it won’t be easy. Now that it’s come to this, aren’t you considering contacting the Clan of Secret Blood? Like many times before, when we reach troubled places, the Clan of Secret Blood will quietly appear and help the Blood race through difficulties.

Paryen, be honest with me: is Constantius still alive?"

"She’s dead."

Lord Paryen said with certainty:

"I watched as Constantius took her last breath. I am still mourning the loss of the wisest among us sisters. As for the Clan of Secret Blood...they will not participate in this war; they have their own missions."

"Then at least tell me where they are now?"

Old Edward asked helplessly:

"As a Vampire Duke and an ancient one, do I not have the right to know even this much?"

"I wish I could tell you, Edward, my brother."

The lord rode the Unicorn towards the ruins, speaking in a gentle tone:

"But I cannot tell you; it’s Constantius’ final wish. She chose a unique path for the Clan of Secret Blood; they have their own missions, just as we have ours."