Chapter 112 The Lost Was Before I Came (4k)

Among the Seven Hills, the dwarf elders carefully counted the treasures left by King Durin.

Morn stood quietly in front of the Iron Throne, gazing at the throne that was set on the twisted sword path.

For fun, Morn asked his good friend King Durin to replicate the Iron Throne from A Song of Ice and Fire.

However, this Iron Throne is more faithful to the original work than the adapted TV series.

First of all, it was not built on flat ground. It was placed on a high platform made of thousands of swords. On the top of the platform was the throne made entirely of swords.

The path leading to the throne is crooked, and the throne itself is very asymmetrical.

One side is high, the other side is low, just like a tree crown that grows in the shade but faces the sun.

The most important thing is that every sword on the throne is not blunt.

Because it is the sword of an outstanding person, the materials used are naturally of the best choice.

Among them, countless swords have been blessed or cursed in various ways.

So much so that even after countless generations, they still have the potential to harm any existence.

Even angels need to be careful on this point.

"My friend, a king should always remind himself not to be complacent or lazy."

"You are right, my friend. A king should be like this. He should lean against the blade and rely on it, but he should always remind himself not to be hurt by the blade."

"I love your creativity! You always bring us dwarves a lot of new ideas, and each one is so interesting and useful!"

In front of this throne, the conversation between himself and King Turin still seemed to linger in his ears.

However, Morn strangely placed his hand on the sword in the Iron Throne.

Morn remembered this sword, a sword from the Age of Gods, forged by evil liches to harm and curse all enemies who disobeyed them.

Moon didn't know whether he could hurt the angel.

But this sword is definitely able to easily cut through the palm of one's hand even after tens of thousands of years.

But now, even if Moon pressed his hand hard, he didn't feel any pain.

Morn tried the rest of the swords.

It's like this with every one of them.

They are all passivated.

The dwarf elder beside him seemed to notice Morn's strangeness:
"You wonder why the sword on the Iron Throne is dulled?"

"Yes, the king should always be vigilant, so every sword on the Iron Throne is not blunted or protected. But what happened?"

Moon thought this was the dwarves' own choice, and he had no intention of blaming them.

This book was left to my tribe by my friend.

It's understandable that the dwarves don't want the throne to be in danger, it's not like they're destroying the throne.

But what completely stunned Moen was the dwarf elder's words:
"This is His Majesty's last wish. To be more precise, it is the last wish of King Durin that His Majesty the Wrath of the Earth conveyed to Master Aner."

"In that dark and turbulent era, Master Aner was dragged into the spirit world by the enemy and used all means to return to the ruined Seven Hills hundreds of years later."

"As soon as he returned, he announced to our ancestors the wishes that His Majesty King Turin had failed to pass on to us."

"His Majesty said he believed his friends and brothers would take care of the rest."

"But there is only one thing that we need him to remind us of."

The dwarf elder raised his hand and stroked the Iron Throne, just as Morn had pressed his palm on the blunt blade.

"To blunt the swords on the throne, because your majesty said, 'My friend will come, and I don't want them to have the possibility of hurting him.'"

Morn lowered his head, and after a long while he smiled and patted the Iron Throne and said:
"That's it."

The friendship of dwarves is pure and simple, although they rarely accept outsiders.

But as long as they are recognized friends, they will definitely regard them as treasures.

So when the Northern Business Alliance betrayed them, the dwarves were furious. But when they heard that they were willing to apologize and compensate, they quickly chose to believe.

They don't want the friendship between the two sides to vanish so easily.

The dwarf didn't want to lose his friends.

It was then and it is now.

But the result was that the other party betrayed the dwarf again.

Morn withdrew his hand and asked the dwarf elder:
"Why are the dwarves from other places unwilling to lend a helping hand?"

"I know you are seriously divided, but the other side has directly besieged Qiqiu. The relationship between you two shouldn't be so bad that you would just stand by and watch them die, right?"

"As far as I know, they didn't even offer any condemnation or material assistance."

Although he knew who the main driving force was, Morn was no longer surprised why so many opposing races would gather together, but he was still a little curious about the silence of the other dwarves.

It can't be that all the dwarves except the Seven Hills have succumbed to the charm?
When the dwarf elder heard this, he wanted to spit on the ground to express his anger and dissatisfaction, but after looking at the Iron Throne next to him, he restrained himself.

Then he said angrily:

"They believed the words of those profiteers. They were originally going to come over, but when they saw so many opposing races standing together to deal with us."

"They all suspected that we were using the name of the late king to harm our friends."

Mo En raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"You would rather trust outsiders than your own people?"

"We are also curious, but we didn't find much. If we were to look at it ourselves, we would also doubt ourselves, after all, so many people have joined together."

"The most important thing is that there is no visible interest connection between them. If it is not about interests, then it is for morality."

This is what the dwarf elders think.

Moon, however, felt that there might be something else hidden.

But at least one thing is certain.

The other dwarves did not appear outside the iron gate.

That means they just refused to support rather than really standing on the opposite side.

In this way, they still have a chance to fight for it.

It just needs an opportunity.

Moon silently pondered how many cards he had in his hand.

He has roughly come up with an idea.

'My friend, I will definitely keep the Seven Hills.'

After Morn said this silently in his heart, he said to the dwarf elder beside him:
"Can I look around?"

"Of course, Long-legged Man, you are now our friend of the entire Seven Hills, but we still need to discuss that secret passage."

"That secret passage, don't worry about that secret passage."

"Are you sure about this, friend?"

The dwarves were still worried about this matter. They did not think that Morn had seen the password from a book, but they were worried that someone really had seen the password in a lost ancient book.

"Of course. Just treat it as a fallback."

Moon was very sure when he said this, but he also added:
"But you have to be careful behind the door, because there may be ambushes behind the door. I'm sure they can't get in through the secret passage, but I can't be sure that they don't know there is a secret passage here."

"No problem. We are dwarves, and we have plenty of ways to know what's behind the wall."

"That's no problem."

Moon nodded in satisfaction.

But at this time, the dwarf elder said to Morn:

"My friend, I must tell you that the Seven Hills cannot be defended. We will not leave the Seven Hills, nor will we surrender." "But you are different. You are not a dwarf. You should leave here."

The dwarf elder walked up to Morn and said to him seriously:

"I won't ask you why you know this, or why you came to Seven Hills. I won't even ask you your name, because you are our friend now."

"So, look around, help us remember the city, take what you can, and then leave with the elf."

"Of course, there is no need to rush. At least the entire Seven Hills will not be lost in the next few days."

This answer surprised Morn a little. He didn't expect that the dwarves in the Seven Hills were so pessimistic.

After a moment of silence, Morn also said to the dwarf in the same serious tone:

"I will leave, and I will leave with gifts."

"That's good, my friend."

Morn held the dwarf's shoulder and said:
"But I will leave once the Seven Hills are safe, and I will only take the gifts my dwarf friends give me."

"My friend, this place is undefendable."

The dwarf said helplessly.

Moen smiled and said:
"That was before I got here."

The dwarf looked at Moon in surprise, but the other just smiled confidently.

That confidence gradually infected the dwarves present.
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Looking at the roaring bell above the iron gate, the man who put on the mask again couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Here it comes, here it comes, it comes so soon!
That’s great, it’s really great!
But, what will be the next Return of the King?
He couldn't help but think about the second part of the prophecy.

The bell tolls twice, and the king returns.

There is no way a king will appear in this place because that woman has no intention of escalating the war.

At most, it's a war between angels.

So, who is this king? !

The only existence that the masked man has never been able to figure out is this king.

As for the last god, He already knew the answer.

It's either Him or another crazy guy.

Either way, it is His victory.

He also had a premonition that this king might be the biggest flaw in his plan.

Wang rarely appears alone.

There is basically a god behind every king.

Even if you see God, you may not necessarily see the King.

But if you see the King, you can basically see God.

With a hint of uneasiness, He walked into his tent.

Waiting for time to pass and the opportunity to come.

One can only hope that woman doesn’t waste time.

Otherwise, you have to find another way.
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Early the next morning, the masked man's meditation was interrupted by the loud sound of a horn.

He had heard this sound before. It was the horn of a spiritual deer that only the Horned People had.

In the ancient and wild times, the Horned People believed in a being that had horns like themselves but was more powerful.

The spiritual deer is one of them.

But after they discovered a more powerful existence, they changed their beliefs and took advantage of the convenience of sacrifice to kill the spiritual deer they originally believed in.

Trying to make himself stronger by devouring the flesh and blood of the spirit deer.

The horns of the spirit deer were made into spirit deer horns to symbolize their military power.

The Horned People, this race is disliked even by the prophets, they are cruel, ignorant, and treacherous by nature.

It's a pity that woman had the guts to accept a horn man.

But no matter what, since the Horned Man's spirit deer horns were blown, it meant that they were about to launch an attack.

Once the war begins completely, his own ritual will be completed.

I believe that woman will deliver the potion no matter what, unless she intends to lose a prophet's Sequence One.

And this powerful ally of mine.

If it was just a Sequence One prophecy angel, the woman might really give up because she had not yet succeeded in charming the other party, but it was different for her.

She couldn't give up a god.

I just don’t know if she has found her lost uniqueness.

Outside the tent, a slightly strange shadow appeared on the tarpaulin.

"Sir, can I have a word with you?"

It's that goblin.

The masked man raised his lips slightly and lifted the tarpaulin:
"Of course, my friend, what is it?"

The tall goblin drew out his sword. There was no unnecessary decoration on the pure white sword.

Looks very simple.

But it is such a sword that has always been the lifelong pursuit of that woman's followers.

Because getting this sword means that you become a pure white knight.

This is the woman's personal guard, a high honor for a believer.

In this camp, the total number of pure white knights is no more than four.

And this goblin is one of them. He has the lowest status and the weakest strength among all the pure white knights.

But at the same time, he is also the most special one!
He is a goblin and a desecrator.

It perfectly fits that woman's ridiculous vanity and desire for performance.

She must have been so happy when she used this green creature for show, right?

Look, I am so kind and great that I can accept the existence and disrespect of even a lowly goblin or a blasphemous corpse desecrator!

The masked man raised a smile of contempt at others.

The Goblin who had drawn his sword said excitedly:
"I have been given an important mission by the Legion Commander!"

"I will soon prove to everyone that I am truly worthy of the Pure White Knight and that I have not dishonored your choice and reputation!"

"That's great, so as an ally in the same camp and a partner pledging allegiance to the same master, can you tell me what you are going to do?"

The biggest advantage of being under that woman is that her followers truly believe in their companions without reservation.

Just a few words and they said everything.

Stupid.

"The cliff behind the Seven Hills. The legion commander asked me to select a group of elite soldiers and then go to that cliff."

"Between two holly trees, there is an ancient door hidden."

"That's aimed directly at the belly and back of the Seven Hills. Your Excellency the Legion Commander will draw most of the firepower for us."

"When that happens, I will be like a sharp knife piercing the dwarf's heart!"

　There will be another chapter in a moment

　　
　
(End of this chapter)