My Players Are So Fierce

2269: Chapter 757: Others Come to Wage War, You Come to Redeem Your Honor—Awesome!

2269 -757: Others Come to Wage War, You Come to Redeem Your Honor—Awesome!

This is the Wolf Vulture!

A ferocious beast that lives only in the harsh cold of the Great Wilderness, with pack habits like a wolf and the speed and fierceness of an eagle.

In this world, only one creature is capable of taming Wolf Vultures as companions and war beasts.

It is the short-statured figure standing next to the Wolf Vulture.

He has the same height as Silver Dwarfs and Brass Dwarves, but his physique is more “lean”, with a rugged face covered like snow and gray-white skin.

His eyes are blue, like gemstones in the cold wind.

But due to his complexion and physique, this dwarf clad in bear skin armor and carrying a hunting war spear always appears solemnly serious like a stone.

If you underestimate this fellow because of that, you’ll definitely end up with several holes stabbed by his war spear.

This is a Frost Dwarf.

To be precise, an Ice Frost Dwarf.

They are the last clan of the three dwarf races, with habits more primitive and simple than the Silver Dwarfs, and a temperament more stubborn and conservative than the Brass Dwarves’ branch Shield Dwarves.

They reside near the northern border of the Great Wilderness at Frostfort, possess their own territories like Thorn Vampires, are an autonomous race within the Nordtov Kingdom, and once fully assisted the Hero King in the conquest of the Great Wilderness, becoming friends of the Romanov Family since then.

During the century when the political figure Rurik usurped the throne and established the Luirik Dynasty, the Frost Dwarfs completely severed communication with the Northern folks.

It is said that the Hero King’s descendants only escaped the purge of the Luirik Dynasty thanks to the shelter provided by Thorn Vampires and Frost Dwarfs.

Thus, although Frost Dwarfs are not officially involved in the politics of the Nordtov Kingdom, everyone knows that the Frost Dwarfs are loyal allies of the royal family, and only each reigning king can persuade them to join a war.

“Salute to you!

The wolf master running on the ice plain!”

Upon seeing General Baldwin tap his cane to board the flying platform, the Frost Dwarf messenger immediately greeted with a thunderous voice:

“I bring greetings from Lord Baldur and a gift passed from Her Majesty Wolf Queen to you, please come forward to receive it!”

This request was quite bold, but General Baldwin did not mind.

He had dealt with Frost Dwarfs often in his life stationed in the northern realm, knowing these rough fellows have a stubborn disposition, and formalism is an essential aspect when dealing with Frost Dwarfs.

As the General took a few steps forward, he saw the messenger retrieve something wrapped in white bear skin, which when uncovered revealed a stone staff carved with the heads of a giant wolf, Exploding Tooth Bear, and a golden eagle.

He handed it over to the General and loudly stated:

“Frostfort has dispatched an eight-thousand-strong Iron Foot Army here to support you in the battle against the Wolf People, and Lord Baldur will come, but he is not the commander; he is here for personal matters.

You are the commander!

Lord Baldur and Her Majesty Wolf Queen appoint you as the honorary commander of the Iron Foot Army during the Black Disaster, and we will fight till the end together with the Winter Wolf Army in this castle emanating a decaying scent.”

“Eight thousand Iron Foot Army?”

General Baldwin was surprised, immediately sensing the sincerity of the Frost Dwarfs, he took the staff and asked:

“My stubborn as a rock in the wind friend, your Iron Foot Army only has thirty thousand members in total, why are so many dispatched this time?

I don’t think I have the kind of face that would make Frost Dwarves exhaust their resources for me.”

“Of course you don’t, young Baldwin, even if your father and grandfather came begging together it might be possible.”

The Frost Dwarf messenger laughed heartily, completely disregarding the General’s dignity.

This was quite normal.

In the conservative and formal Frost Dwarf society, those chosen as messengers are esteemed dwarfs; this dwarf was indeed a lord, and from his words, it seems he knew Baldwin’s father and grandfather.

He looked around, lowered his voice…er, with the booming voice of a Frost Dwarf, it was likely heard by the surrounding guards anyway.

In any case, he thunderously said:

“It’s for revenge!

Young Baldwin.

Lord Baldur found the reason for the accidental death of his father, our previous Supreme Lord Tilar.

It was no accident!

It was all plotted by the West Sacha Barbarian gang leader Modell Skull-Stealer.

The Skull-Stealer’s gang has been wiped out by our hunters, but that dog ran early, he even took our Holy Relic Winter’s Strike!

We expended great effort and spent lots of money through the treacherous Royal Sky Watch Star Artist in the Port of Joseph to track that bastard hiding somewhere in the Dark Mountain Range.

To inherit the lord position, Baldur must retrieve the relic and personally kill that villain.

It just happened that Her Majesty Little Wolf Lady invited us to send troops against the Wolf People.

Anyway, it was a handy task, so the elders generously dispatched eight thousand troops at once.”

“The West Sacha Barbarians crossed half the continent to the Dark Mountain Range?

Why do I feel there’s something you’re not telling me?”

General Baldwin squinted, but the Frost Dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

“Not telling you is for your own good, don’t ask too much, I’ll leave now, no need to keep me for a meal, just give me a few bottles of wine for the journey, the Iron Foot Army will arrive here within a month.

Keep this place secure!

Don’t let the Wolf People break through and force us to clean up your corpses.”

“You foul-mouthed dwarf!

Can’t you say anything good?”