I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 231 - 232: Dwarf, trust me, I am a noble City Lord praised by countless people

Chapter 231: Chapter 232: Dwarf, trust me, I am a noble City Lord praised by countless people

Masi Hammer was feeling very anxious, constantly turning his head to glance at the sealed door.

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

Because there were still six to seven hundred of his kinsmen here, all of them his relatives and friends, he didn’t want to give up on them.

If Chief Rabiao could really bring back reinforcements, Masi believed he could be the insider.

He was fully confident in this.

But now, Masi was concerned and nervous about the impending meeting,

Because he was about to face the terrifying force that destroyed tens of thousands of Beastman troops—the Vampires.

He deeply knew the characteristics of Dark Creatures: bloodthirsty, murderous, brutal, and indifferent. In all kinds of legends, Vampires were truly the number one villains.

Even Abyss Demons were regarded, to some extent, as less formidable than Vampires.

Because the reputation of these Dark Lives was so evil that all races were on guard.

Even though Dwarfs did not have much contact with Vampires, no one dared to underestimate these Dark Creatures with exaggerated titles.

Although he didn’t know why the Vampires didn’t directly attack the Dwarfs last night, Masi certainly didn’t believe that these Vampires would truly be kind and friendly.

The cunning and deceitful nature of Dark Creatures was constantly proclaimed in the legends of all races.

Waiting seemed an eternity; it felt like a year had passed before the room door was finally pushed open.

Tap tap tap~

The distinct sound of boots on the hardwood floor echoed.

Lide, wearing a black robe, stepped into the Dwarf’s room.

With a hint of curiosity, he glanced left and right around the room, which was clearly styled in a Dwarf aesthetic—rough and solid.

The room was about four blades high; everything seemed a bit small, the table was lower than normal, the threshold was reduced, even the fireplace on the wall was shortened by a size.

The dwelling was very clean, the floor was laid with gray hardwood, the grain clear and exuding the distinctive fragrance of lumber.

The walls were made up of gray stones stacked high, with clear layers, exuding a sense of solidity at a glance.

The Dwarfs’ talent for construction was only second to mining and weapon forging.

In the middle of the room, a gray hardwood table was placed; surrounding it were a few slightly short chairs. A Dwarf clad in armor, eyes very vigilant, stood next to an open window without glass, watching him.

This Dwarf before him had hair like the pale gold of an old oil painting, and flaxen beard, shorter than the average Dwarf by some, roughly 1.4 blades in height.

However, his strong and well-built muscles bulged out his armor, and the pointed warhammer beside him—which was at least 300 pounds, two heads taller than a Dwarf—attested to this Dwarf’s terrifying strength.

The unique body structure of Dwarfs, paired with long-term weapon forging, endowed them with immense strength, and even when wrestling with Beastmen of an average height of two blades, they did not fall short.

The moment Masi saw Lide, his heart leapt, then his eyes flashed with shock.

Because he could not sense any trace of aura from this Vampire, this dark creature who seemed as ordinary as any human before him.

Masi took a deep breath; even Chief Rabiao, at level 18, could not hide his presence in front of him, but he hadn’t detected even the slightest aura from this Vampire.

He knew he had encountered a force far beyond his imagination.

He stepped forward two paces, fingers clenched into a fist that he then rested over his heart.

“Barbaric Hammer Tribe’s Dwarf Warrior—Masi Hammer greets you, respected strong one.”

When dealing with a strong adversary, one must maintain proper respect.

This was the first and most widespread rule of Glory.

Even if the other party was an enemy, even if they were the cruel and bloody Dark Creatures of legend.

Lide nodded, moved forward without hesitation to sit by the gray table, leaning back slightly in the chair, tapping his slender and delicate right hand gently on the table.

Masi Hammer

Title: Forge Hand (Has dexterous hands, increasing the success rate of forging weapons by 50%, and specializes in crafting small weapons under half a blade in size.)

Level: 14

Age: 267

Introduction: A Dwarf from the Barbaric Hammer Tribe, a craftsman who enjoys forging delicate trinkets.

Masi?? This name feels a bit… childish?

Lide silently mocked in his mind; the Dwarf’s attributes weren’t that strong, even somewhat average.

But a Dwarf is a Dwarf, every single one has a decent talent for forging.

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

Facing Lide’s deep eyes that seemed to see through hearts, Masi took a deep breath and spoke out loud.

“Respectful strong one, may I ask, why are you restricting Dwarfs from leaving?”

Since last night when the Beastman were cleaned up, the Dwarfs had been restricted by the Bloodline.

Though they were not imprisoned, high-level combatants always hunted around them, Bone Dragons, Castro, Cosmos, their colossal deterrent power is virtually invincible.

Thus, although the Dwarfs escaped the Beastman’s enslavement, they did not gain the freedom they desired.

“Why? Dwarf, are you questioning me?”

Lide’s tone was even, but carried a formidable oppressive force.

His gaze slowly sharpened, “Now, everything on this piece of land is my trophy, the Dwarfs included…”

Upon hearing this, Masi immediately became furious, “No, you have no right to restrict our freedom, I now need to lead my clanspeople away!!”

“On what grounds?” Lide’s mouth curved into a cold smile.

“Because we are Dwarfs, not your trophies!!” Masi argued with conviction.

Lide shook his head, his tone mocking, “Not our trophies? Belonging to the Beastman, perhaps??”

Masi’s face instantly stiffened, and he opened his mouth but didn’t know how to retort.

Being enslaved by Beastmen was a deep shame for him.

Lide didn’t care and stood up with both hands propped on the table, bending down to stare at the Dwarf opposite him from a height.

“If it hadn’t been for Master Valen’s request, believe me, Dwarfs would already have become prisoners now.”

Master Valen??

Masi’s face showed a hint of surprise, “Are you the reinforcements called in by Master Valen?!”

Lide’s lips curled slightly upward and he shook his head under the expectant gaze of the other, “No, in fact, the Dwarfs have refused to become allies with the Holy Light Bloodline.

We are now fighting for ourselves.”

Those words sent Masi’s spirits plunging.

“Go inform your clansmen that you will be moving to a new city to live.”

Masi suddenly shook his head, “No, we won’t leave this land that belongs to us.”

“It already belongs to the Holy Light Bloodline now,”

“You’re acting like robbers!!”

“In fact, our taking over this land has nothing to do with the Dwarfs; this land was taken back from the hands of the Beastmen by the Holy Light Bloodline.

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As for you, you were merely the Beastmen’s slaves—what relation do you have with this land?”

Lide waved his hand to stop Masi, who still wanted to argue, “Prince Anakin of the Dwarfs is also in my city.

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

“No…”

Lide didn’t give Masi the chance to continue speaking and pressed on firmly.

“This isn’t a discussion with you, Dwarf.

If you can’t control your clansmen, and if any problems arise, the Holy Light Bloodline will show no mercy.

Or do you possess the strength to defy a giant dragon?”

Upon hearing this thinly veiled threat, Masi clenched his fists tightly, but the sight of the Bone Dragon hunting in the sky outside the window quickly suppressed all his anger.

This was a Vampire with a Bone Dragon!

What could the Dwarfs possibly do to resist?

The most crucial thing was that the Dwarf King had left and would surely return in the future with a mighty Dwarf army to level this place and save them.

This thought caused Masi’s will to resist to sharply decline.

Watching the atmosphere grow heavy, Lide slowly straightened up, elegantly smoothing out the wrinkles on his robe, and said lightly,

“Masi, you are an intelligent Dwarf, I know you are indignant and angry, but in this world, the weak have never had the right to choose.

You wish for vengeance? Very well, wait for your king to arrive with enough reinforcements.

Until then, what you should do is not to resist but to comply.

If I were you, the best way would be to lie low and quietly accumulate the Dwarfs’ strength, waiting to erupt when support arrives.

Or temporarily agree to my demands and seek the Holy Light Bloodline’s vulnerabilities in secret, undermining us from the inside to achieve your goals.

Not standing here in worn armor, starving, confronting a powerful enemy supported by a giant dragon overhead.

That’s not brave—that’s foolish!!

I think, if the Dwarf King were still here, he certainly wouldn’t be doing this.”

These words shook Masi to his core, it all made sense, but coming from a Vampire who was about to enslave the Dwarfs, it felt extremely weird.

And if you see everything so clearly, do I even stand a chance?

Forge God above, this Vampire must be the Angel Envoy sent by the Evil God!!

Lide looked deeply into the Dwarf’s eyes, “I could tell you the Holy Light Bloodline means no harm to the Dwarfs, but you certainly wouldn’t believe me, yet I assure you.

As long as the Dwarfs don’t wield weapons against the Holy Light Bloodline, you will not be harmed.”

He had long coveted the natural forging craftsmanship of the Dwarfs since hearing about them, and as for harm, hmph, once back in Dawn City, these fellows would be at his disposal.

Digging pits, mining, forging weapons, the 996 bounty—such a good treatment—you should enjoy a little, right?

As for whether the Dwarfs were willing, he had plenty of ways to make the Dwarfs work for him.

Would eating cost money? Would accommodation cost money? Would clothing and food not require silver puke?

Wanting to earn money is simple, isn’t it? Go work, forge weapons, build houses, mine ores… there’s always work suitable for you.

In his eyes, these Dwarfs were nothing but strong laborers, and they were the kind he could make work hard for very little in return.

Masi looked into Lide’s pitch-black eyes, and for some reason, he always felt this Vampire, though he wouldn’t hurt the Dwarfs, didn’t harbor good intentions.

But now…

Masi turned his head to gaze out the window, the once glorious Dwarf City lay ruined by war, piercing his heart with pain.

What twisted his heart even more was seeing the once proud and confident Barbarian Hammer Tribe Dwarfs now huddled together under the surveillance of the Bone Dragon, their eyes all blank.

After being enslaved by Beastmen, the Dwarfs had already lost their right to choose their fate.

They no longer possessed the strength to resist.

“I hope you will keep your promise.”

Lide revealed a smile that was pure, kind, and naively innocent.

“Of course, I’m a highly noble City Lord who has been praised by countless people.”