My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2537 - 846: Where Should the Godforsaken Go From Here? (Part 3)

Go get things done.

Patiently await the revelation of truth."

"Alright, then what about the war in Moss Valley? Could it be that when facing a Divine Spirit, you don’t need me by your side?"

Duke Wolfsbane finally asked:

"Would you rather seek warriors from other tribes than trust your own brothers? As far as I know, you not only didn’t approach me, but even Triss and Shani weren’t allowed to participate. Ignoring the strong, you plan to slay gods with just a bunch of young and foreign warriors. What exactly are you planning, Pa Ying?"

"I have my reasons, Edward, your questions tonight are a bit too many! Since you like probing so much, should I introduce you to join the Clan of Secret Blood?"

"Hm, they just need an elder to lead them, right? If they accept a warrior leader, I might consider it. Forget it, you have your reasons, I won’t say more.

We’ll meet after the battle, Pa Ying.

Be careful, don’t mess things up and make me collect your corpse."

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At the bottom of the Brass Ruins, amidst the chaotic underground tunnels that were destroyed and reformed, a group of lucky surviving dwarves gathered here discussing contingency plans.

Leading them was a dwarf Brigadier General, who previously managed the fortress logistics, named "Bled Clamp".

His direct superior was General Banock, but unfortunately, after the disaster, he couldn’t contact Banock, nor could he find Lord Hadran in this chaotic land. He could only rely on his instincts as a trained soldier to gather all survivors he encountered.

Having served for over one hundred and fifty years as an excellent soldier, even if just a logistics general, old Clamp is acutely aware of the current critical situation.

"We can’t stay here! Guys, the Wolf People are coming soon, their Gnoll Servants can easily find us underground, and our underground defenses have been so distorted they are unrecognizable. We are no longer familiar with here, and this land, which has suffered because of us, is unwilling to forgive us.

Therefore, we must flee before we are slaughtered."

In a well-structured basement, Clamp spoke to several soldiers acting as temporary captains under him:

"Survivors are gathering weapons and armor, we must arm ourselves and then transfer to Polut Pass, taking as many frightened companions as possible along the way. Our kingdom faces a calamity, but this is not a reason to abandon our people."

"They are much lower!"

A legless female dwarf captain shouted:

"Just down in the tunnel.

Ironheart Warriors occupy it, planning to rebuild a survivor base there, claiming that this ruin is the Sacred Land of the God of Wealth, and they won’t abandon it, choosing to fight to the end with the Wolf People here.

Those guys are crazy!

Even scarier, many companions are unwilling to leave with us.

They feel outside is unsafe; although the Brass Fortress is gone, the ruin has become more suitable for street fighting against enemies due to the collapsed ground. They’ve also found enough food, clearly determined to stay."

"Honestly, I also feel taking a bunch of terrified civilians across the pass is not a right choice."

Another dwarf major muttered softly:

"We can’t outrun the Wolf People and the consequence of being chased down in open terrain... I think we’d better stay, although Mother Goddess no longer favors us, our sense and talent of the earth are not deprived. If the Wolf People dare to come down, we’ll show them!

There’s a weapons depot nearby with enough guns and explosives.

We can hold here until the world ends."

"I suppose it’s the scattered Gold around here you’re reluctant to leave?"

Bled Clamp instantly saw through his soldiers’ true intentions, sighed, and said:

"Alright, alright, honestly I am somewhat reluctant too, lost my and my wife’s joint property but my piggybank saved for decades is still here; running away feels..."

"General! A strange guy came, demanding to meet our current commander, which is you."

A throaty shout rang from outside the basement, causing General Bled to rise in surprise and hobble out. He saw a mysterious hooded man surrounded by a group of weapon-wielding dwarf soldiers.

The latter wore a black and red hood, concealing his entire body, but his stature was obviously a dwarf, and his wrists exposed outside his sleeves were covered in strange tattoos.

Upon seeing those tattoos, the well-experienced General Bled’s expression changed dramatically, and he shouted:

"Sinners from Sin Castle! How dare you step into the Brass Fortress at this time!"

"Ha, I’ve merely stepped onto a desolate ruin, haven’t seen a majestic Brass Fortress anywhere."

The mysterious man snickered and unveiled his hood, revealing a smooth bald head.

His face, neck, and scalp are tattooed with bizarre patterns, looking very intimidating.

This is a Sinful Dwarf, a disorderly force composed of criminals, political prisoners, and The Fallen exiled from the three Elder Clans.

"You have nowhere else to go, abandoned fools."

The Sinful Dwarf ignored the weapons pointed at him, boldly said:

"But even in desperate times, there’s still a place for you. Under the command of the Flame Sin Lord, Sin Castle now officially extends an invitation to you, God-forsaken ones. We’ve established a teleportation site at the edge of the ruin, welcoming any fellow willing to leave here anytime.

As for me...

I’m merely a messenger, paid by Colonel Fenris · Brute Fist, notifying you. When you fall into despair, don’t forget you have a last choice."

"Bah! I’d rather die here than collude with sinners like you!"

"Ha, we may have committed crimes, but what you’ve done is far worse, forsaken by Mother Goddess, losing your fortress. Who’s more pitiful between us is uncertain! So, stop pretending, General.

Colonel Fenris said you were once his soldier, that’s why he offers you a chance, don’t be ungrateful!"

As they standoff, a Dwarf Hunter suddenly descends.

He came running, carrying a blood-covered figure, shouting:

"Hey, come save him! I found this guy in a crevice in the ruins. Poor old fellow lost his memory, only has his last breath, yet bare-handedly killed a huge burning subspace behemoth, he’s a formidable character.

Come on, help out, a life is still a life; in such a dire situation, saving one more is one more."