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Hoffmann Ironfist paced restlessly back and forth inside the castle.
A sense of unease had settled over him ever since he dispatched his guard captain to deliver the gold. It was an irrational, unreasonable feeling.
First, the infernal worshipers had no reason to attack the dwarves. They weren't fearless madmen; even if they liked stirring up trouble, they did also consider whether they would survive it.
They had already offended the elves. To offend the dwarves as well would only force the two races into unity, accelerate the end of the war, and cut off their own escape routes.
From a purely logical standpoint, it made no sense for them to do anything rash.
Their most reasonable option was to take the gold and run.
As a safety precaution, Hoffmann Ironfist had dispatched his own guard captain to head the delivery. Even if there were an ambush, a legendary arcane knight should be more than capable of escaping.
Besides, there were so many dwarven Ironguards with him. Even if they did run into a Hellgate, they should still be able to hold out…
Hoffmann Ironfist kept reassuring himself that nothing was wrong. If he were still a battlefield general, he would have rejected this deal without hesitation. War often demanded faith on instinct; surprise tactics thrived on being illogi...
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