Free Web NovelChapter 2806: Chapter 936: Ding! You Have a New Manufacturing Order, Please Check
The audacious Ratman Servant Sen attempted to assassinate Murphy but received no punishment; instead, due to an accidental revelation, it received unexpected hospitality. Such "hospitality" meant that when a group of frost dwarves surrounded it, they didn’t immediately crush it into a rat pancake.
Upon hearing Maxim’s news, the frost dwarf acting as the chief, who was pretending to cozy up with Old Su Head on the battlefield, swiftly rushed over. After meticulously interrogating the ratman and confirming certain facts from its inconsistent descriptions, this hot-tempered frost dwarf immediately shouted for his clan to gear up and depart.
It looks like the target has truly been confirmed.
However, this peculiar rock-skinned northern dwarf was quite courteous, not forgetting to say goodbye to Murphy before leaving:
"I haven’t thanked you for the matter of my dad’s ashes, vampire. Even though your calling us ’dwarves’ has severely hurt our feelings, it’s important to keep things separate. You have done us frost dwarves a kindness by helping us track the information of the Holy Relic Winter’s Strike.
Moreover, you helped us find a guide to trace the culprit, we owe you a lot of favors.
I came out hurriedly this time and didn’t bring anything good, but next time you have a chance to visit Frostfort, I’ll open the frost dwarf treasury for you to choose freely."
Baldur, with his straightforward yet slightly coarse demeanor characteristic of dwarves, made a solemn promise to Murphy while leaning on a gigantic hunting spear nearly twice his height. Murphy’s attention was entirely on this weapon, which, stained with Silver Wolf’s blood, exuded a chilling and oppressive aura.
The vampire knew his upcoming question might offend the dwarf, but he couldn’t help but ask:
"This thing must be quite troublesome to use with your height, why carry it around?"
"Because this is the execution weapon of Frostfort, we call it the ’Gaia Court.’ Frostfort has used it for generations to behead those daring to invade our fortress. I brought it this time to capture those West Sacha Barbarian murderers and execute them with the frost dwarf tradition."
Baldur wasn’t angered, instead, he patted the hunting spear and explained a bit. Murphy understood and nodded, saying:
"No wonder I felt this thing was so malevolent when I used it before, turns out it really is an executioner’s tool. I can feel how ruthless your hunting spirit is, but the Dark Mountain Range is not really within the traditional domain of you frost dwarves.
Are you sure you won’t take anyone else with you, only letting your clan follow?"
To be honest, I have a group of goat men under me, they are quite familiar with the sights and sounds of the Dark Mountain Range, maybe they can help."
"No need, we have already got in touch with people over there. Dwarves always have their own connections and ways, especially since this matter concerns my father’s death and whether I can rightfully inherit the position of lord. Before absolute desperation, I can’t seek help from outsiders."
Baldur waved his fist and said:
"The guide is in place now, the hunt for revenge in the name of Gaia is about to begin!
Although I don’t know if what the ratman said is true, we will not return without capturing the bandit leader on this long journey. When I retrieve Winter’s Strike one day, I will go to your city to visit you, vampire... hmm, friend.
In our frost dwarf tradition, those who fight together, shed blood, and faced strong enemies are our friends."
"Hmm, seems like it’s quite challenging to become your friend."
Murphy quipped, taking out his personal insignia from his breast and handing it to Baldur, saying:
"If trouble arises and you have no time to seek help from other dwarf fellows, go to Broken Tooth Territory near Misty Coast and find the Wise Wolf or any chieftain of the Grey Wolf Army, show this to them, they will unconditionally assist you.
Consider this a bit of help I can offer to a ’new friend,’ given that we once saved a deity together, please don’t refuse."
"Alright, then I won’t be polite."
Baldur, being a pragmatic dwarf, knew this journey to the Dark Mountain Range to hunt Twilight and avenge his father would be fraught with challenges, so any potential assistance in times of crisis was welcome.
Without saying much, he solemnly bid farewell to Murphy and then left with large strides.
Murphy raised his head to look at the sky, dawn had arrived, the first ray of morning sun was about to appear, and the vampires’ most trying time of the day was coming. Hence, he spread his wings and flew towards Klim Fort Ruins, only to find bonfires illuminating the calm battlefield.
The surviving soldiers rested by the bonfires, the aroma of roasted meat spread through the cold wind, it was good meat taken from the slain Star Realm Wolves beside them, perfect for satisfying hunger after a fierce battle. Many citizens who fled from Cardman City also gathered by the bonfires, completely ignoring the dangers of the battlefield, waiting with saliva dripping for the food to be prepared.
They had suffered greatly in the Star Realm for nine months, and seeing the fresh, juicy meat brought them to tears of hunger.
It’s best for others not to dwell on what those unfortunate souls might have consumed in the Star Realm, basically, anything that could fill the stomach was tried, except for their own kind, which was spared. Speaking of it brings tears of bitterness.
And in the center of those dim bonfires, a colossal wolf carcass stood like a statue.
