Chapter 486: Chapter 416, Ironbeard-Bellerga (Seeking subscriptions, seeking recommendations.)_3
After Fang Hao woke up, he simply freshened up and had breakfast.
He activated the Demon teleportation to return to the Desolate Battlefield Camp.
The army was ready.
Everyone was awake, preparing for today’s operations.
Fang Hao and his companions suddenly appeared in the middle of the camp without attracting anyone’s attention.
As if they were invisible, everyone was busy with their own tasks.
Upon entering the command post, he saw Dong Jiayue, who was accompanying several dwarves.
“Brother Hao…ahem! My Lord, this is Chief Bellerga from the Eight Peaks Mountain,” Dong Jiayue introduced as Fang Hao entered.
Then she introduced Fang Hao to the dwarves, “This is our lord, Fang Hao.”
Fang Hao glanced at Bellerga.
Like the other dwarves, his limbs were extremely developed and he was wearing golden and silver armor.
The two huge horns on his helmet made him nearly as tall as Fang Hao.
“Welcome, Chief Bellerga.” Fang Hao warmly greeted him while taking a seat at the head.
Ten dwarves had come in total; apart from Bellerga who was seated, the others stood behind him.
The higher back of the chair blocked their view.
Of course, Fang Hao didn’t mind this. If they preferred to stand, he wouldn’t insist.
Upon seeing the three people who had entered, Bellerga became more confused.
A human lord, an undead army, orcs, lizardmen, this was downright madness.
When did all these unrelated races gather together?
And form a territory.
“Sir, what do you want from me by calling me here today?” Bellerga skipped the formalities and went straight to the point.
“I heard you and your men are in a difficult situation!”
“No, that’s absolutely slanderous rumors…”
“Chief Bellerga, I have a vast territory and need people to populate and develop it. Perhaps we can cooperate and survive together on this land. It will offer a better living environment and provide your followers with a better life, ” Fang Hao calmly proposed.
Despite Bellerga’s denials about his desperate situation, Fang Hao continued with his proposal.
“What do you mean?” Bellerga’s brows furrowed.
“It’s simple. Join my territory. I provide protection for you and your men, and you work for me.”
“Don’t you dare think that I’ll submit to you undead. No way!” Bellerga roared violently, his iron-wire-like beard trembling slightly.
“Don’t refuse so quickly. Are you prepared to let your followers scrape a living in the ‘Desolate Battlefield’? Even if you can support them for a while, how long can you keep it up?”
Fang Hao took a sip of fruit wine and continued, “Autumn’s here, and winter is coming. Why do you think the other dwarves of the Eight Peaks Mountain spared you? They’re waiting for you to freeze to death in winter, saving them the trouble. Don’t you want to take back everything that is rightfully yours and prove you’re not a failed leader…?”
Fang Hao spoke slowly, but Bellerga’s face started to darken.
He had been acting all along but he hadn’t expected that Fang Hao already knew everything.
Clearly and surely.
“Who exactly are you and how do you know about the affairs of the Eight Peaks Mountain?”
It wasn’t hard for Fang Hao to find out about the events in the Eight Peaks Mountain.
Connecting some scattered pieces of information could allow one to speculate about all of it.
“I’m merely an ordinary lord. Inside my territory, undead, humans, orcs, trolls all live peacefully. If you join, I can assure your safety, and provide ample food as well as warm clothing.”
Bellerga fell silent.
He was unable to refute a single word of the man in front of him.
The man was right. If they didn’t have enough food reserves and warm clothing before winter, his over a thousand people would be waiting for death.
How long could they sustain themselves by picking through the trash in the Desolate Battlefield?
“I need to think about it,” said Bellerga.
“Alright. I will give you some time. I will be here tomorrow morning, waiting for your answer.”
“Okay.”
With that, Bellerga rose from his seat and led his people out.
Only after they had left the city gates did Anjia speak up, “Those dwarves are so short!”
“Your comment is, – as if you didn’t say anything…”
At that moment, Black Sword came in, “My lord, everything is ready. We can set off at any time.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Yes, My Lord.”