Chapter 462: Chapter 384 Celebration Banquet Chapter 462: Chapter 384 Celebration Banquet Inside the Brass Palace, the Fire Dwarves played brass instrunts, and the Empire’s officers and soldiers drank freely.
“Long live His Majesty Cassius!”
“Great Red Dragon!”
“Invincible!”
An air of festivity seed to perate every corner, mingling with the fragrant aroma of fine wine and the savory scent of roasted at. Fire Dwarves and Imperial soldiers sang and danced, celebrating the defeat of their common enemy—the Fire Giants.
anwhile, Fire Dwarf Nobility Sharin accompanied Cassius, raised his glass, and whispered:
“Your Majesty Cassius, you destroyed half of Ironforge City and killed Emir the Fire Giant. Your strength indeed leaves in awe.”
“But…”
Sharin hesitated for a mont, showing a bitter smile before continuing: “You did so well, you might attract the attention of the Sultan of the Fire Giants.”
Cassius also raised his glass, took a sip, and responded with a smile: “Lord Sharin, I do not fear him.”
“As long as the Sultan does not act personally, no one can defeat .”
“That Prince of the Holy Fla is still wandering the land. The Sultan would not risk being killed to oppose over a re Emir.”
“Since you ntioned it, let be direct…”
Cassius put down his glass and looked down at the Fire Dwarf with those pale golden pupils, his gaze aningful: “The real danger is to you and your Brass Fortress.”
Sharin’s pupils shrank sharply, and the flas on his head dimd a bit.
“The Emir sent by the Sultan of the Fire Giants is dead, which damages his dignity. But there’s no way for him to retaliate against .”
“So… who will beco the outlet for the Sultan’s wrath?”
“You an…”
Sharin’s hand holding the scepter trembled slightly, his tone hesitant.
“The Brass Fortress.”
Cassius’s tone was particularly certain.
“You see, the Empire’s army is stationed at the Brass Fortress, and we have fought together against the forces sent by the Fire Giants.”
“The Empire can withdraw from the Fire Elental Plane at any ti, but you cannot. The Brass Fortress cannot move, and the Fire Dwarves cannot leave their holand.”
“Lord Sharin, I truly do not wish to see the Fire Dwarves enslaved, so I specially ca to warn you.”
“I only regret not killing all those Fire Giants back then, so that the news wouldn’t have reached that Sultan’s ears.”
Cassius gazed into the Fire Dwarf’s eyes, gently shook his head, and sighed “sorrowfully.”
With the augntation of extraordinary charm and the smooth-talker, every word he said seed so credible.
“This, this…”
Sharin’s brass-forged body trembled slightly, and he seed to see the future image of the fortress being breached, and the Fire Dwarves enslaved and whipped.
In truth, Sharin had vaguely suspected this possibility, but hearing it personally from the other party still left him terrified.
In fact, within the Fire Elental Plane, the number of Fire Dwarves enslaved by the Fire Giants far exceeded those who were free.
But Cassius asked a seemingly unrelated question.
“Lord Sharin, a thousand years ago, how many Fire Dwarves were in the Brass Fortress?”
Sharin seed puzzled, but after thinking for a mont, he answered truthfully: “About… four thousand.”
The process of forging limited the population growth rate, so Fire Dwarves were quite rare, and the number here was considered a lot.
Cassius continued to ask:
“And now? How many Fire Dwarves are in the Brass Fortress now?”
“Three thousand seven hundred and forty-one.”
Sharin replied without hesitation.
Cassius feigned confusion: “You Fire Dwarves have long lifespans. In the past thousand years, haven’t you had any new births?”
“Of course we have, but…”
Sharin’s face showed bitterness as he continued: “The Fire Giants regularly send plunderer troops to abduct my people.”
Cassius stated the brutal fact in a calm tone: “So… Lord Sharin.”
“The only reason the Fire Giants allow the Brass Fortress to exist is because you can provide them with Fire Dwarf slaves.”
Sharin couldn’t help but retort: “The Fire Giants once tried to enslave our entire race, but they failed!”
“Because once enslaved, you were no longer willing to forge new population, correct?”
Cassius took another sip of wine and continued: “They abandoned the enslavent plan because they wanted a continuous supply of slaves.”
He gave a light chuckle.
“Lord Sharin, do you know about a plant in the Material Plane called chives? Human farrs would harvest them each ti they grew, ensuring a continuous supply of food…”
The Fire Dwarf Nobility’s beard trembled continuously. He was unwilling to believe it, but what the other party stated was impossibly close to reality.
“And now…”
“Under the Sultan’s fury, do you think they would still permit the Brass Fortress to exist?”
Cassius’s voice struck like lightning, each word hitting Sharin’s heart and breaking down his psychological defenses.
Sharin remained silent for a long ti before finally murmuring.
“What shall we do then, Your Majesty Cassius?”
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Cassius’s face. He knew he had achieved his goal.
Once the Fire Dwarf Nobility was convinced, everything else would follow naturally.
“The Ashen Empire.”
Cassius ntioned the na nonchalantly.
“You an…”
The Fire Dwarf imdiately fell into deep thought, his expression hesitant, but he ultimately raised his head, gritting his teeth.
Sharin watched Cassius intently, speaking cautiously: “If that’s the case… then thank you for your good intentions, Your Majesty Cassius.”
“However, allow to refuse. The Fire Dwarves will not beco anyone’s retainers or slaves. This was true thousands of years ago, and it remains true thousands of years from now.”
As he finished, the flas on his head wavered and trembled, but his tone was firm.
Fire Dwarves were known for their stubbornness, rarely would anyone change their decisions.
“Clap!”
“How dare you!”
Hearing these words, Selcan, the Half-Red Dragon, slamd the table and shouted angrily.
“His Majesty grants the Fire Dwarves such a precious opportunity, yet you still do not appreciate it!”
“To refuse His Majesty Cassius is to make an enemy of us!”
At once, the Empire’s officers and soldiers in the hall stood up, wielding their rifles and aiming them at the Fire Dwarves, faces filled with hostility.
“What are you doing?”
“Fire Dwarves will never be slaves!”
The Fire Dwarves’ expressions also grew angry as they picked up copper hamrs and iron shields from the ground, facing off against the Imperial soldiers.
The air in the hall seed filled with the scent of gunpowder; in such a situation, a small spark could cause an explosion.
But Cassius waved his hand, his tone calm as he ordered: “What are you all doing? Lower your guns.”
Hearing the emperor’s order, the officers and soldiers of the Empire quickly lowered their weapons.
He casually patted the shoulder of the Fire Dwarf Nobility and said with a smile: “Lord Sharin, I think you misunderstood.”
“What I an is… we, the Ashen Empire, can beco steadfast allies of the Fire Dwarf city-states.”
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