My Players Are So Fierce

1712: 572.

You become a friend of a dwarf, you will be a friend of all dwarves – Extra chapter [14/30]_3

1712: 572.

You become a friend of a dwarf, you will be a friend of all dwarves – Extra chapter [14/30]_3

“Huh?”

The Nord female warrior with her battle helm tried to play ignorant.

But under Murphy’s pensive gaze, she snorted disdainfully, and a rune stone on her wrist flashed, revealing her true appearance.

Just like Marshall Loren, she was a short Half-body Man.

But Lord Hether, the second lord of the Blood Covenant Knight Order, appeared much more gallant than that petty dwarf Loren.

Her body was covered in exquisite brass dwarf plate armor, with the angular armor on her shoulders styling a goat’s head decoration, and the seamless wearing made Lord Hether look like a dwarven warrior sculpted in steel.

As rumored, she wore a dwarf-style full coverage battle helm, exposing only a V-shaped observation slot at her eyes, with two expertly crafted horns on the helm, creating an intimidating appearance.

Lord Hether is a shield soldier.

Her weapons are two shields—it sounds unusual, but the circular shield on her back is a fearsome structure with bladed edges, capable of rapidly rebounding among enemies in the shield soldiers’ deadly flying shield techniques, not to mention that powerful shield soldiers are almost impregnable in defense mode.

Exaggerated stories claim that a gold stage shield soldier like Lady Hether can wear out an opponent through sheer stamina in battles of the same rank.

Honestly, if not for Lord Hether’s plate armor covered in the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s battle robe, Murphy would have thought she was a pure dwarf rather than a dwarf vampire.

Hmm, just putting the words dwarf and vampire together sounded awkward, as the descendants of the Mother Earth wouldn’t allow themselves to be shaped into such a fallen form after death.

Therefore, dwarf vampires are the least among all vampires, and according to Triss, there wouldn’t be more than two hundred dwarf vampires across the continent, and Lord Hether was undoubtedly the most famous among this unique group.

Her story is a secret.

Even within the Blood Covenant Knight Order, few people know why Lord Hether accepted Lord Paryen’s embrace to become a vampire.

It’s her taboo.

At this moment, after Lord Hether shed her disguise, she placed her hands on her hips with a very unpleasant posture, looking up at the taller Murphy with a damn smile.

She said:

“I have confirmed it, just like Little Loren said in the letter, you are a complete military idiot!

You have no idea how strong the defenses at Blackflame Mountain Pass are, but I won’t correct you.

Murphy, Lord Paryen values you highly, so if you really want to waste your time building your defenses at Shadow Valley, be my guest, but I have a request!

After I issue the order, your soldiers must come to support the defense line!

You’ve already stepped onto the battlefield, and you should smell the scent of gunpowder.”

“Of course, you can discuss this with my General Maxim; I won’t interfere.”

To cater to the dwarves’ strange pride, Murphy crouched down under Lord Hether’s satisfied gaze and met her eye level.

He said:

“Since Marshall Loren wrote you a letter, you should know why I am here, regarding the Burning Gold purchase from Transylvania…”

“The first batch of Burning Gold powder from the Hoffman Family is already on its way.”

Lord Hether, in the straightforward style of dwarves, spread her hands and said:

“In about a week, it will arrive at your Crimson Castle; time is tight, so my nephew, who is the current head of the Hoffman family, rented a Half-body Man airship for transportation.

We can offer that batch of Burning Gold supply to you at the lowest price, as thanks for you and your Triss helping the Frost Dwarves recover their Supreme Lord’s remains.

We dwarves are always clear on rewards and grudges, you’ve achieved remarkable things, so you are a friend of us dwarves now.

But friendship aside, business still needs to be conducted separately.

The airship rental fees are for you to cover…

Hmm, my nephew rented it for about three months, perhaps you might need it in the war as well.

The Half-body Man airship is quite useful, it’s a shame there are so few, otherwise, the defense line at Blackflame Mountain Pass would be more stable.”

“Ah, I must sincerely express my gratitude for your generosity, my dear Lord Hether.”

This time Murphy’s admiration contained no exaggeration.

Though Lord Hether spoke harshly, her assistance to Transylvania instantly filled Murphy’s impression of the dwarf race.

“Compared to you, Marshall Loren is a third-rate dwarf; he completely lacks the boldness dwarves should possess, but this isn’t his fault, after all, he only has half dwarf blood.”

Murphy said:

“If there is a chance in the future, you must visit the Crimson Castle as a guest, and I will host you with the highest level of noble etiquette.

Oh, by the way, Mark, pull out the gift we brought for Lord Hether.”

With a shout, Maxim immediately fetched a box of wine from the carriage and placed it beside Lord Hether.

Murphy proudly said:

“This is a specialty of Transylvania, we call it ‘Flying’ wine, Lord Irich, the Grand Artisan of the Silver Dwarves, said it was good!

It undoubtedly fits your taste, except that damn dwarf Loren couldn’t recognize the quality…”

“Hold on!

What did you just say?”

While picking up a bottle of wine, Lord Hether was initially pleased, thinking that Murphy was quite considerate, but her “Dwarf Dignity Radar” operating 24/7 quickly caught a term so damn insulting that it could provoke the anger of all dwarves.

Murphy’s face froze with a smile at that moment.

Seeing Hether had already pulled out the circular shield from her back, the Vampire Governor coughed, disregarded that it was daylight, and with a swoosh, he unfolded his wings and soared into the sky.

He shouted from afar:

“Um, I suddenly remembered I need to visit Hunger Mountain for private affairs, so I’m leaving now, Mark!

Stay here and have a good discussion on military affairs with Lord Hether, and be sure to learn humbly, perhaps pick up a trick or two from the lord.”

“Bang”

In the sky, Murphy swung the Melt Sword, deflecting the angry shield thrown by Lord Hether below, and the counteraction of the Sword of Blood Covenant Clan made the circular shield bounce back along its path, caught by Hether back in her hand.

Riding the momentum, Murphy had already soared into the clouds, disappearing from sight.

While on the ground, Lord Hether cursed angrily in the dwarven “hometown language,” vowing to tear Murphy’s mouth apart, evidently because the term “shorty” was so insultingly disparaging to dwarves.

Maxim at the side was simply dumbfounded.

Murphy could run, but he couldn’t.

He was here on a military mission, staring at the angry eyes beneath Lord Hether’s helm, and he could only chuckle awkwardly twice.

Luckily, Hether was ultimately a vampire, with Sin’s Blood mellowing out her dwarven impulsive nature, calming down after gulping down several bottles of wine.

The rumors are true, this lord wouldn’t remove her battle helm, even while drinking.

“Tsk, able to block my angry strike with the flying shield, looks like your Lord Murphy has got some skills after all.”

Several minutes later, Lord Hether sat on the wine crate, glancing at Maxim who had been beaten yet still managed to stand with clenched teeth, softly said:

“No wonder the Lord values him so highly, hmm, his age, his skills, with limitless potential.

You…

you also aren’t bad, when are you planning to initiate the silver trial?

Your ferocious fighting style is quite similar to dwarven style, so do you need some advice from me?

In light of all this wine.”