Chapter 717: Gaia’s helpless a sigh of relief

Chapter 715 714.Gaia’s Helplessness – A Sigh of Relief

“Payday, payday!”

The shouts of the Throne Hall guards resounded from the large military camp on the layer of the Brass Fortress closest to the ground that had just experienced a bloody battle, which caused the Brass Dwarf soldiers who were resting on their weapons to immediately rise to their feet.

They stood on the battlefield filled with the charred corpses of the dog-heads, and looked back amidst the disgusting and unpleasant smell as a four-wheeled vehicle filled with crates was being pushed over.

The Supreme Lord’s guards who wore golden armor held halberds and carried muskets to maintain that vehicle, which walked on the uneven ground that had been blown up and constantly clashed with clanking sounds.

Like the most wonderful sound of clashing coins, it made every tired Brass Dwarf feel a surge of pleasure from the bottom of their hearts.

Because, what was in that car was exactly the wealth they craved.

“Bang.”

At the entrance of the barracks bunker, which had been repeatedly fought over by the dwarves and jackals an hour ago, chest after chest was lifted down and thrown to the ground.

The royal accountant with the ledger in hand, wearing a luxurious monocle, bent down and unlocked the crate, lifting it again as the gathered warriors watched, and in the next instant, yellow light illuminated the eyes of these soldiers.

A sufficient amount of dwarven gold coins were piled up in the chest, among which there were also a few precious stones that were valuable at first glance.

The wonderful unpolished shapes intoxicated the hearts of every dwarven warrior.

Such a gemstone could buy a lot of things in the Brass Fortress, stores in the trade area, luxurious and useful weapons or a share in a profitable mineral company to get a constant stream of profits, or simply more direct!

Or even better, wine that would make a Dwarf drunk, or several slave girls to indulge in their pleasures.

In the Brass Stronghold, you can buy anything you want, as long as you have the money.

Once upon a time, the Dwarves of Brass were not like this.

They were stubborn, fierce and honor-conscious, and every Fae warrior who fought alongside the Dwarves in the several Black Plagues praised them for their courage and strength, but it’s not clear when the Brass Dwarves changed.

They like good weapons at the same time began to pursue the use of expensive things to decorate their own armor, in the war at the same time learned to use all the good things to satisfy their own desires in between battles, in the stubborn tradition began to enjoy their own hands to create a huge wealth.

This isn’t really a bad thing, and the prevalence of consumerism does motivate individuals to a certain extent, but there is a limit to everything, and once you cross it, even the best things can go bad.

The dwarves in this fortress used to be able to put on a bit of a show in the name of Mother Earth.

But now, every brass dwarf knew that Gaia had given up on them, or else the ratmen couldn’t have dug through the ground and rushed into their fortress to unleash a massacre so easily.

This cruel reality once let many dwarves collapse, but after the collapse of the day still have to continue to live.

What’s more, without the constraints of Gaia’s mother’s rules and regulations, a lot of things that could only be done in secret before can now finally be put on the stage to get up.

Well, many dwarves in these days of fighting suddenly realized, in fact, without the rules and regulations is not necessarily bad.

You see, in the newly opened tavern in the trade area, the wine with psychedelic mushrooms is really strong to drink.

Those who were once not allowed to appear in the dwarven city of the flirtation field can finally be clearly listed for business, as long as you have money in your pocket, those from the shadow elf tamed female or male slaves will always be able to let you in the exhaustion of the battle to enjoy the joy of the ascension of the heavens.

Gaia temple in the brass fortress occupies the best location, in the past there is a faith constraint so that no merchants dare to hit the idea of there, but now mother Gaia has abandoned them, that prime location naturally no need to keep.

So last night, while the battle was going on at the front line, Gaia Temple was demolished by the mineral company that grabbed the lot and transformed it into a full-featured casino for the soldiers and Ironheart warriors to have fun at their leisure.

The most influential aspect of the war is now filled with a kind of “pragmatism” stripped of faith.

In the past, the High Lords could whore out their soldiers in the name of faith when they asked them to fight, but not anymore! The masters will directly say, fight, not not! Anyway, if you become a soldier, you have to fight, but before you start fighting, you have to negotiate a good price with the High Lord.

This is the risk of dying in the battle, if the price is cheap will not appear to be too cheap life?

“Battle Group 117, come forward!”

Lord Hadran’s best royal accountant flipped through the battlefield records, cupping a special arithmetic jewel in his hand to calculate the price, and said to the Dwarven Raider captain who came forward clutching his battle helmet in front of him:
“You recaptured the barracks as promised, and as we agreed before, the base price for a battle victory is 50,000 gold coins and a chest of gems, 1 gold coin for each dog-head decimated, 3 gold coins for each jackal, and then your losses.

An additional 1,000 gold is paid out for one brother’s casualties.

That makes a total of 85,471 gold coins, come on, let’s see, is the math right?”

“No problem.”

That Dwarf Captain said with a bold wave of his hand:

“Before you came, the most brainy member of our team had already done the math, it’s not too far off, right?”

“Alright, then this order is closed.”

The royal accountant was also satisfied with this mode of settlement at the moment.

In the past, when fighting a war, it was always necessary to let the priests organize a consolation ceremony, which was both troublesome and costly as well as taking up time and manpower costs, so what a good model it was for the soldiers to fight the wars and for the lords to give the money.

Dwarves who emphasize efficiency should work this way.

The captain of the big-headed soldier laughed and grabbed a handful of gold coins from the chest by his feet and scattered them behind him, and his blood-bought brothers also laughed, as if the pain of his companion’s death had been washed away by the benefits that were visible to the naked eye.

Look at these wonderful trinkets, they are truly comforting enough.

The Lord Accountant saw the scene of the 117th Raiders’ dwarven warriors dividing up the gold coins, and for some reason, he also felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Wealth should be used so effectively!
Only money that turned up was money, the ones piled up in the vault to eat dust in the past were just a bunch of numbers.

Well, look at the sincere smiles on the faces of these brave people, as if the whole brass fortress had “come to life”, the previous life was really hypocritical, and now this is the real wonderful reality.

Money is priceless and can buy everything in the world!
Those unseen and unknowable beliefs are gone, anyway, in their worship of Mother Earth did not see Gaia how much they love them.

Day in and day out they found the most wonderful gems and riches beneath the earth and offered them as the most perfect tribute to the Mother Goddess, they molded her statues with the most luxurious treasures in the world, they invested large sums of silver in the maintenance of their faith, but it was difficult to ask for abundance.

This is clearly a transaction!
We give money, and you should rain down blessings!
A deity that doesn’t even abide by the spirit of contract, a deity that makes the decision to abandon an entire group of people because of a small matter, a deity that favors the other two groups but is becoming more and more distant from his own side .
Ch.

Perhaps Gaia had completely abandoned the Brass Dwarves a few days ago, but the age-old trend of more and more members of the clan choosing to become faithless Ironheart warriors represented something else.

The Mother Goddess’s dissatisfaction with the Brass Dwarves was festering at the same time as the Brass Dwarves’ dissatisfaction with the Mother Goddess.

Since both sides were sick of each other, then what’s the point of getting along.

You Gaia is sitting on the rat raiding our city, this barely maintained relationship is over, so let’s just do it, from now on we face the sky, each go their own way!
The brass dwarves who hold the wealth do not need faith to live well, with some halfling scholars say, the market economy always has a marvelous power, the invisible hand will not let the brave businessman lose money and return.

This great power of creating wealth with both hands is much more credible than any capricious deity.

The smile on the royal accountant’s face grew bigger and bigger, he was obviously also a supporter of this argument that had suddenly risen in the Brass Fortress in the last few days, but then that Dwarf captain’s words made the accountant-sama unable to stop laughing. “We took the barracks! It’s something that none of the previous three teams have done, and we, the 117th Raiders, have proven ourselves, so we demand better.”

The Dwarven Commando Leader grabbed a piece of jerky and chewed on it while playing with the gem in his other hand.

He stared at the hard-faced Lord Accountant and said:
“We demand the same treatment as the Ironheart warriors! Don’t hoodwink us, I’ve asked around and the pay they get for a single outing is several times more than what we get. That’s not fair, my dear Lord Accountant.”

“Your two sides are not even on the same level of combat power.”

The accountant said reasonably:
“At the same time you took this barracks, the Ironheart Warriors took three positions in the same amount of time, and with fewer losses than you. Don’t hoodwink me either, don’t think I don’t know. You were able to take the barracks so quickly not only because you were brave enough, but also because those difficult Blood Scarred Jackals suddenly withdrew from the battlefield.

You guys just picked up the slack.”

“Bah!”

The captain was offended and he cursed:
“So what do we have to do to raise the price?”

“Simple!”

The accountant clapped his hands together and said:
“The Supreme Lord has issued a bounty, whichever team can rush underground to capture a ratling pit within ten days will get a warehouse full of gold! Let’s make the price clear and not play games, if you can do it, I’ll adjust your ratings to the same standard as the Ironheart Warriors.

But you’d better hurry, because several Ironheart warriors have taken up this bounty as well.”

“No problem, I’ll go recruit more veterans, as long as there’s money, anything is fine.”

The leader of 117th Commando grinned like a ferocious beast hungry for food as he bared his teeth and said:

“If we do, you’ll have to pay with something that holds its value better! There’s a little too much gold in the city these days, and the price of letting that slutty bitch who sells liquor sleep around has gone through the fucking roof. I for one don’t know the ropes, but I do know there’s one thing everyone wants.
You know what I’m talking about.”

“Raw burning gold?”

The accountant snorted and said:
“Every soldier in this fortress wants to be paid in Burning Gold, sure, I can understand your concern, but the devaluation of gold is just a technical problem that we’ll soon solve. It’s not impossible if you want Burning Gold as payment.
But you have to show your worth!
Those burning gold are the Supreme Lord’s treasure, and he will only give them to the bravest warriors.

You guys, are you worthy enough?”

“You will soon find out.”

The leader of the raiding party was confident as he took a bite of his jerky and turned back to his brothers and shouted:

“Take the money you’ve earned with your lives, men, and we’ll charter a tavern in the trade area tonight and give you the best booze, the best food, and the sluttiest pussy! First thing in the morning, we’re going to start a new war.

You’ve all heard it, this time the Supreme Lords will pay with burning gold, want to get rich overnight, ha, here’s your chance!”

“Yeah!”

Those warriors who got paid cheered and raised their weapons high, their morale was simply bursting high.

Meanwhile, in the throne room that had already been cleaned up, Supreme Lord Hadran Earth Hammer looked at the battle report sent by his most trusted general, Bannock Earth Power, and he couldn’t believe his eyes for a while.

This ancient one among the dwarves exclaimed:

“After losing Gaia’s shelter, not only did our warriors not sink, but they exploded into even more courageous battle power? After the Blood Scar Clan inexplicably withdrew from the battlefield, they took back an entire layer in only half a day?
And all we paid for that was…”

“Only five vaults, my lord.”

General Bannock, once a sincere priest of Gaia, but with no runes of faith visible on him now, leaned on his battle axe and reported to his lord with a voice like a bell:

“I have spoken with three of the largest mineral companies and a number of medium-sized companies, all of whom are willing to put up money to support our great ‘Protectorate War’ in this time of crisis!
You now have a full one hundred and sixty-seven vaults in your hands to serve as your support in addition to your Lord’s treasury, but with all due respect, Lord, we could actually have more funds to encourage the warriors to fight bravely.”

The general looked around, moved closer to the lord, and whispered:

“The great vault at the Temple of Gaia .
The wealth of centuries of offerings by the Brass Dwarves is gathered there, my lord, and the priests guarding it committed suicide last night. With a single command from you, that money can immediately be sent to the lord’s treasury or used to labor for pay.”

“This.”

Lord Hadran was rather hesitant, and after a few seconds he shook his head:

“No way! That’s the Mother Goddess’s money!

Although the Mother God has given up on us, I think there must be some misunderstanding, don’t touch that treasure trove, it represents our Brass Dwarves’ reverence for the Mother God, as long as we survive this battle, I believe we will always have a way to reconnect with the Mother God.”

“Well, if it is your will.”

General Bannock shrugged as he tapped his breastplate:
“I will send my most trustworthy men to guard the place for you, but with all due respect, your majesty, the situation at hand won’t allow you to hesitate much longer.

Once the soldiers have recaptured the Rat Pit, we will have to fight a foreign war, and at that time you will need more gold to buy the loyalty of your soldiers and your citizens, and of course, you have enough burning gold in your hands.”

“Bannock, my most trusted general.”

The Supreme Lord was distraught, he leaned on the Gaia artifact warhammer in his hand that no longer responded as he whispered:

“General Ranger and General Sanghai accused us of being blinded by the Burning Gold before we left, and I’ve been thinking about it, maybe we should do something for a change, I mean, get rid of that Burning Gold”

“Are you crazy? Those outlanders don’t understand the traditions of our Brass Dwarves!”

Bannock exclaimed, dissuaded:
“At a time when Gaia has abandoned us, this burning gold is the most important strategic material whether it is used for defense or offense, the burning gold itself is harmless, we have spent centuries verifying this.

It is a treasure that the earth has bestowed upon us, Lords!

You must not be confused!
Now that the Mother Goddess has abandoned us, we can only hold on to the gold to defend our home and our people in this dark hour.

Is it not your duty?

Moreover, if the news of your destruction of the gold spreads out, with all due respect, the entire newly stabilized city will be in chaos, and the people’s courage to protect their property should be put to good use by you.

Oh, and by the way!

There is one more important thing, my lord, after those foreigners left our city, the damn subspace illusion and consciousness attack disappeared.”

General Bannock said in a deep voice:

“I now have a strong suspicion that the cultists are hiding amongst those ill-intentioned Outlanders, and it is those guys who have brought us disaster! Perhaps Fort Brass is just implicated, my lord. After all, is it wrong that we just want to make an honest living with our hands?
My Lord.
No, my liege!

Our fortress has gotten rid of the last of its restlessness, our city is solid as gold, and we can hold it for ten thousand years if we retake the Pit!

No need to worry about the jackals, just enough burning gold, just enough gold .”

(End of chapter)