My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3112 -1036: Because It’s Dragons and Underground City, There Must Be an Underground City—Makes Perfect Sense!

The two walked to the side of the sand table, Murphy pointed to the current map of the ruins represented by various flags, and said to the Dwarf Marshal who was observing the sand table from on top of a chair:

“We have an advancement base located in a mountain hollow 30 kilometers straight from the Brass Ruins, and I plan to develop the Brass Fortress Ruins as the next war zone for my adventurers. We’ll draft plans, create timetables, and dispatch commanders to oversee the battles.”

“According to my adjutant’s estimate, if everything goes smoothly, we will recover half of the Brass Ruins within three months at most.”

“So optimistic?”

Discussing military issues made Loren immediately serious.

He shook his head and said:

“The time is too short, and the situation is extremely complex. Just sorting out the intertwined forces in the Underground City of the ruins is an intelligence black hole, and to crudely resolve issues within three months will require immense manpower, unless… you plan to dispatch that legendary group of Undying Spirits!”

The Marshal looked at Murphy and said:

“You’re planning exactly that, aren’t you?

According to a series of observation reports sent back by Fraser, I think this special group also needs training. Their undying nature can only maximize in intense and frequent battles, and their high growth potential in terms of strength can be better discovered through warfare.”

Therefore, you’re planning to use the various mongrels entrenched in the Brass Ruins as training for them…

What a clever plan!”

“Just say whether you want it or not.”

Murphy shrugged his shoulders with arms crossed and said:

“Can you complain about free help?

My warriors are bringing their own supplies to help you dwarves recover your lost territories. We don’t even need you to pay us extra; just nod and give us an official ‘supporter’ status. My warriors can set off for there in a few days.”

I’ve even resolved relations with the Shield Dwarves.

Polut Pass is very difficult right now, so the Shield Dwarf Lord is very willing to accept our assistance. Given the few numbers of Shield Dwarves and their scarce materials store, they would undoubtedly take ten years to tackle the Underground City in the Brass Ruins.”

The problem is whether the continent’s volatile environment can give you dwarves another ten years to reclaim your territories?

This is a very serious question.

Additionally, I must inform you of an overlooked matter… As we discuss, the Sin Castle’s Sinful Dwarfs have already taken action. The information I have confirms that the Sinful Dwarfs are occupying part of the Underground City.”

They seem to be planning to extend their power from Grey Desert back to the center of the continent.”

“Sinful Dwarfs?”

Upon hearing this information, Loren’s expression became immediately solemn. After thinking for a moment, he said:

“Alright! I will formally notify the compatriots at Polut Pass in a few days, granting Transia People the supporter status. But I also understand the deeper meaning of your so-called self-supplying and no-payoff policy.

Buried within that ruin lies the Brass Dwarves’ wealth accumulated over centuries, which is also the birthplace of the God of Wealth, an endless golden pouch indeed.

I will allow you to take part of it.

However, you cannot take it all away; the Brass Dwarves need funds to rebuild their homeland.”

“I will leave you one-third.”

Murphy extended a finger and said:

“It’s blood-stained money anyway, and for the Brass Dwarves to rebuild their race, they need to rely on their own hands, not repeat the mistakes of the past. If we are done with this topic, I have another important matter to discuss with you…”

Marshal Loren was not satisfied with this division ratio, but he did not counter it at the moment.

Murphy had grasped the dwarves’ soft spot; allowing Sinful Dwarfs to grow in the Underground City would be unfavorable for all dwarves. Therefore, time is everything now; having the fearless Transia Heroic Spirits enter will bring advantages to the dwarves in this competition.

As the Marshal was contemplating, he suddenly saw Murphy receiving a joyous red gift box from Adel and handed it over in a gifting gesture.

The Dwarf Marshal stared with a blank face at the box marked with strange foreign characters in front of him, casting a curious glance at Murphy and asked:

“What is this supposed to mean?”

“A wedding gift, Your Excellency.”

Murphy replied with an odd smile:

“I regret that the Silver Dwarfs’ wedding won’t invite foreigners to witness it, but as someone with status, it’s certainly necessary to offer blessings. Included are breeding treasures blessed by Avalon and delightful items exclusively provided by the Sanghai Empire’s Pharaoh King.

This surely helps you and your wife have children early.

I personally hope you accomplish succession soon, so that your grievances with the Transia People can be resolved early.”

“Bastard!”

Loren finally could not hold back.

The dwarf lost his temper, wanting to knock the gift away, yet Murphy skillfully dodged and tucked the box into his arms, then clapped as if signaling “flip the cup” and “five hundred axe men” as his wicked disguise, prompting six burly Silver Dwarf Earth Priests to charge into the conference room, binding him tightly under Loren’s bewildered gaze.

“By command of Lord Ofg! Loren, your battle is over! Silver Fort is preparing for the wedding ceremony, come with us immediately back to the Bourbon Mountains.”

A Golden One Priest whose face was etched with earth runes loudly announced:

“Your wedding cannot be delayed anymore!”

“The war hasn’t ended yet! Damn it, release me! My soldiers still need me… Goddammit! They are bleeding on the front lines, and I still want to enjoy life from the rear? Let go of me! Damn! Murphy… you bastard!

You deliberately tricked me into coming here… I damn sure misjudged you, you cunning Transia person…”