Masi Hammer was feeling very anxious at this moment, constantly turning his head to look at the locked door of the room.

After the Dwarf King left the Dwarf Valley with his people last night, he decided to stay behind.

Because there were still about six or seven hundred of his people here, these people were his relatives and friends, and he was unwilling to abandon them.

If Chief Rabiot could really bring back reinforcements, Masi believed he could become an inside helper.

He was confident about this.

But at this moment, Masi was somewhat worried and nervous about the upcoming meeting.

Because he was about to face a terrifying force that had destroyed tens of thousands of orc armies—the vampires.

He was well aware of the characteristics of dark creatures: bloodthirsty, murderous, brutal, and indifferent. In all kinds of legends, vampires are the undisputed number one villains.

Even the demons of the abyss are not as bad as vampires to some extent.

Because the reputation of these dark lives is too evil, so evil that all races are wary of them.

Even though dwarves don’t have much contact with vampires, no one dares to underestimate these exaggeratedly named dark creatures.

Although he didn’t know why these vampires didn’t directly attack the dwarves last night, Masi absolutely didn’t believe that these vampires would be so kind and friendly.

The treachery and cunning of dark creatures have always been propagated in the legends of all races.

The waiting time was very long, and it felt like a year had passed before the door was finally pushed open.

Tap tap tap~

The unique sound of boots stepping on the hardwood floor.

Morgen, dressed in a black robe, stepped into the dwarf’s room.

He looked around the room with a bit of curiosity in his eyes; the interior was obviously in the style of dwarves—rough and solid.

The room was about 4 m high, and everything around seemed a bit small; the table was shorter than normal, the threshold was lower, and even the fireplace on the wall was a size smaller.

The house was very clean, the floor was made of gray hardwood, with clear stripes emitting the unique fragrance of wood.

The house was surrounded by gray stone blocks, clearly layered, and one could feel its solidity at a glance.

The dwarves’ talent for construction is second only to mining and weapon forging.

In the middle of the room, there was a gray, raw wood table surrounded by several slightly short chairs. A dwarf in armor, with a very vigilant look in his eyes, stood next to a window without glass, watching him.

The dwarf in front of him had pale golden hair reminiscent of an old oil painting, with flaxen-colored beard, and was a bit shorter than the average dwarf, about 1.4 m in height.

However, the strong and sturdy muscles on his body made his armor bulge out prominently, and the pointed war hammer next to him, weighing at least three hundred pounds and taller than the dwarf by two heads, attested to the dwarf’s terrifying strength.

The unique physical structure of dwarves, combined with their long history of weapon forging, endowed them with extremely formidable strength, allowing them to compete evenly with orcs of an average height of 2 m.

The moment Masi saw Morgen, his heart leapt, and a flicker of shock passed through his eyes.

He couldn’t sense any aura from this vampire, this elegant, noble-like dark creature appeared just like an ordinary person in front of him.

Masi took a deep breath, even an beta plus-level Rabiot couldn’t hide his presence in front of him, but this vampire didn’t let him perceive any aura at all.

He knew he had encountered a far more powerful being than he could have imagined, stepping forward two paces, with his five fingers clenched into a fist resting on his chest.

“Hammer Tribe dwarf warrior—Masi Hammer greets you, respected powerful one.”

Respect must be maintained for the powerful.

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This is the most widely circulated first rule of honor.

Even if the other party is an enemy, a dark creature known in legends for its cruelty and bloodshed.

Morgen nodded, moved forward without hesitation to sit at the gray round table, leaning back slightly in his chair, his slender right hand tapping gently on the table surface.

Morgen silently criticized, this dwarf’s attributes were not strong, even quite average.

But a dwarf is a dwarf, any one of them has a decent talent for forging.

“Dwarf, what business do you have seeking me?”

Looking into Morgen’s deep eyes that seemed to see through one’s heart, Masi took a deep breath and spoke out loud.

“Respected powerful one, may I ask, why are the dwarves being restricted from leaving??”

Since last night, after the orcs were cleared out, the dwarves had been restricted by the blood clan.

Although they were not imprisoned, those high-level combatants were always hunting around them, bone dragons, Castro, Koso, such behemoths’ deterrence was said to be invincible.

So, although the dwarves had escaped the enslavement of the orcs, they had not gained the freedom they desired.

“Why? Dwarf, are you questioning me?”

Morgen’s tone was unhurried, but it carried a strong oppressive force.

His gaze slowly sharpened, “Now, everything on this land is my spoils of war, including the dwarves…”

Hearing this, Masi immediately became angry, “No, you have no right to restrict our freedom, I need to lead my people away now!!”

“Why?” Morgen’s mouth curved into an indifferent arc.

“Because we are dwarves, not your spoils of war!!” Masi argued with reason.

Morgen shook his head, with a hint of mockery, “Not our spoils of war? The orcs’??”

Masi’s face instantly stiffened, and he opened his mouth but did not know how to refute.

Being enslaved by the orcs was something he deeply considered a disgrace.

Morgen didn’t care, stood up with both hands on the table, and looked down at the dwarf opposite him from a superior position.

“If it weren’t for Master Valen’s request, believe me, the dwarves would have become prisoners by now.”

Master Valen??

A hint of surprise appeared on Masi’s face, “Are you the reinforcements called by Master Valen?!”

Morgen’s mouth twitched slightly, and under the expectant gaze of the other party, he shook his head, "No, in fact, the dwarves have refused to become allies with the Holy Light Blood Clan.

Now, we fight for ourselves."

These words directly plunged Masi’s mood into the abyss.

“Go inform your people, you will be moving to a new city to live.”

Masi shook his head vigorously, “No, we will not leave this land that belongs to us.”

“It now belongs to the Holy Light Blood Clan,”

“This is robbery!!”

"In fact, our occupation of this land has nothing to do with the dwarves, this land was taken back from the orcs by the Holy Light Blood Clan.

As for you, you are just slaves of the orcs, what does this land have to do with you?"

Morgen waved his hand to stop Masi, who was about to argue, "The dwarf prince Anakin is also in my city,

Now that your king is gone, I think you need a new leader."

“No…”

Morgen did not give Masi any chance to continue speaking and continued forcefully.

"This is not a negotiation, dwarf.

If you do not control your people well, and a problem arises, the Holy Light Blood Clan will show no mercy.

Or do you have the strength to resist the giant dragon?"

Masi, hearing this undisguised threat, clenched his fists tightly, but a glance at the bone dragon hunting in the sky outside the window suppressed all his anger.

This is a vampire with a bone dragon!!

What can the dwarves use to resist?

Most crucially, the king of the dwarves has already left, and in the future, he will bring the dwarf army to flatten this place and save them.

This thought caused Masi’s will to resist to plummet.

Watching the heavy atmosphere, Morgen slowly stood up straight, elegantly smoothed out some wrinkles on his robe, and said lightly.

"Masi, you are a smart dwarf, I know you have resentment and anger in your heart, but the weak in this world never have the right to choose.

You want revenge, fine, wait for your king to come with enough reinforcements.

Before that, what you need to do is not to resist, but to cooperate.

If I were you, the best way would be to choose to lie low and silently accumulate the strength of the dwarves, waiting for the day when external help arrives to burst forth.

Or temporarily agree to my demands, and secretly look for the flaws of the Holy Light Blood Clan, sabotage from within, to achieve your goals.

Not like now, wearing old armor, hungry, and confronting a powerful enemy supported by a giant dragon overhead.

That’s not courage, that’s foolishness!!

I think, if the king of the dwarves were still here, he would definitely not do so."

These words shook Masi’s heart. They made sense, but coming from a vampire who was about to enslave the dwarves, it felt so strange.

And you see it all so clearly, do I still have a chance?

By the God of Forging, this vampire must be an apostle sent by the evil god!!

Morgen looked intently at the dwarf and said, "I want to tell you that the Holy Light Blood Clan has no ill will towards dwarves, which you probably won’t believe, but I assure you.

As long as the dwarves do not wield weapons against the Holy Light Blood Clan, then you will not be harmed."

He had been coveting the natural forging talents of the dwarves ever since he heard of them. As for harming them or not, hmph, once back in the City of Dawn, these fellows would still be at his disposal.

Should they not dig pits, mine ores, and forge weapons? Isn’t the 996 blessing such a good treatment that you should enjoy it?

As for whether the dwarves are willing, he has plenty of ways to make the dwarves work for him.

Do you need to pay for food? Housing? Don’t clothes and daily needs require silver bucks?

If you want to earn money, it’s simple. Go work, forge weapons, build houses, mine ores… There’s always work suitable for you.

In his eyes, these dwarves are each a strong labor force, the kind that only requires a small price to make them work hard.

Masi looked into Morgen’s pitch-black eyes, and for some reason, he always felt that although this vampire wouldn’t harm the dwarves, he didn’t have good intentions.

But now…

Masi turned his head to glance outside the window. The once glorious Dwarf city had been destroyed in the war, and the broken city pained his heart.

What twisted his heart even more was that the once strong and confident Hammer Tribe dwarves were now huddled together under the patrol of the bone dragon, their eyes filled with confusion.

After being enslaved by the orcs, the dwarves had already lost the power to choose their own fate.

They no longer had the strength to resist.

“I hope you will keep your promise.”

Morgen revealed a pure, kind, and naively innocent smile.

“Of course, I am a noble lord praised by countless people.”