Chapter 117 The Great Bell Tolls Twice, the King Returns (6k)

Moon left the secret passage, and only the bright and cold moonlight still shone between the two holly trees.

In the capital of Qiqiu, Ms. Lily, who was temporarily settled here, looked outside the house with disappointment.

She does ask Balin if he saw Morn.

But it wasn't that she was unwilling to leave. She and Moon didn't have such a good relationship yet.

The biggest reason she didn't leave was that she couldn't take the bow with her.

The moon-white longbow was placed on the desk in front of the window at this moment.

There is no carving on the table, only the unique charm brought by the passage of time.

This is the gradual change in the color of the wood over time, making the originally brighter tones become deeper, showing a calm and warm texture.

This is in stark contrast to the longbow placed on the table, as time has obviously left no traces on the pure moon-white color of the longbow.

Even under the glow of the double moons, this moon-white longbow emitted the same soft white light, but of a completely different kind.

It's as if the two lights are rejecting each other.

But these subtle details are not important to Lily. What is important is that she can't lift the bow!

There were clearly no problems when I brought it back.

But after she placed the bow here, she could no longer lift it.

This also applies to the table.

This is the bow given to her by the goddess. Even if she loses her life, she dare not leave the bow here!

"Ahh, what is this!"

Ms. Lily lay on the table with the longbow in despair.

In front of the old capital at the foot of the sacred tree, next to the sarcophagus that once brought Ms. Lily up.

Roselorian looked out at the Seven Hills quietly.

Here, it is not the white light of the two moons that illuminates the valley, but the pure golden glow of the sacred tree.

Gods will reject the light of another.

'Why in Seven Hills?!'

Roselorien frowned slightly.
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The war continued, and the dwarves gradually abandoned the outer fortresses.

Almost every day, new dwarf faces can be seen appearing in the royal capital.

The situation ahead is not bad, as there is plenty of space in the royal capital to accommodate them.

But as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer places left.

Even Lily's house had a few extra female dwarves.

But she still couldn't pick up her bow, and could only sit by the window every day, looking out at the outside and the bow in front of her with a melancholy look.

She had no objection to the dwarves living in her house. After all, the streets outside and under the eaves were almost everywhere filled with dwarf refugees seeking refuge.

In this situation, she was already very satisfied that she, an outsider, could have her own room and bed.

At the same time, even if no one has said it yet.

Lily could also see that despair had completely enveloped the city.

In the past few days, she had occasionally heard the dwarf women in the house discussing their bleak future in sorrow.

The only fortunate thing was that the dwarves had stockpiled a considerable amount of food and supplies in the city long ago.

Even though all the dwarves from the Seven Hills were accommodated here, there was no problem with the supply of materials for the time being.

Even the prices that should have soared with the coming of war were kept down by the dwarf elders.

I just don’t know how long this situation can last.

This was the fifteenth day since the offensive began and the third day that the capital was under siege.

I heard that in order to break in, the people outside began to dismantle the outer houses and city walls, trying to use the construction waste to build a road directly to the top of the city.

Because their previous siege equipment was almost all destroyed by the dwarves.

Such an operation was unimaginable for Lily.

After all, the wars here generally look like a modified version of the Middle Ages.

Apart from a few outrageous things that always pop up, most of the time it is just tens of thousands of people besieging a fortified city.

She couldn't quite imagine what kind of situation it was that would allow someone to use construction waste to build a road leading directly to the top of the city.

For this reason, she couldn't help but wonder whether the descriptions of various ancient wars in the ancient books she saw from the elves were exaggerated.

The sky collapsed, the earth cracked and so on. It didn't seem like those people outside could have caused it.

However, there were several times when she saw with her own eyes that huge fragments of the fortress were thrown into the royal capital by something.

It instantly destroyed many buildings and stirred up a lot of dust.

It was not until then that she realized that this world was an extraordinary world.
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Outside the royal capital, the masked man and the legion commander were standing in a half-ruined tower, looking at the royal capital in front of them.

Just as Lily heard, they built a road leading directly to the top of the city.

Under normal circumstances this would not be possible, but on the day of the attack on the royal capital, they finally sent out the giants.

The walls of the royal capital were built by the King of Turin, and their attacks could no longer shake such a solid wall.

So it became a matter of having the giants tear down the buildings around them and throw them at the city walls.

Gradually accumulating, it formed this incredible road.

In the past few days, the two sides have been engaged in a tug of war over this road.

Demolish and build at the same time.

Looking at the almost completed high slope, the masked man asked:
"The road is going to be repaired, but the rest of you probably can't keep up with the consumption, right?"

"After all, I think you have noticed that the dwarves seem to have relied on something to reduce their death rate to the limit."

Under the legion commander's reckless attack, only one royal capital was left in Qiqiu within a dozen days.

This speed far exceeded the expectations of the dwarves and Morn.

But at the same time, only one-tenth or twelve-tenth of the originally large coalition force remains.

The legion commander has also personally participated in the battles these days, and even the pure white knight sword he was given had obvious damages in many places.

But this still cannot take over the dwarf royal city.

He held the knight's sword under his body; his left foot was no longer very flexible.

This was caused by being hit by the hammer of the dwarf demigod during the previous fight.

"We don't have many people left. But our morale is high and there are few wounded soldiers."

"On the other hand, they only have the last capital left. It may seem like they have a lot of people, but in fact almost everyone is injured. We haven't reached our limit yet, but they are almost there."

The masked man strongly agreed with this.

This is indeed true, there are many remaining dwarf soldiers and many extraordinary people, but the problem is that almost all of them are injured. It is rare to see normal soldiers.

As for them, almost all those who are still alive are doing well.

Because under the spell of terror, the wounded soldiers would not think of living.
Almost as crazy a playstyle as the Lost One.

The difference is that the Lost are really a group of irrational dead people, while they are living people with their own thoughts.

That woman is indeed the most terrifying god.

Compared to her, the evil gods are gentle.

At least the evil god knows not to waste his currency at will.

Even though I am the beneficiary.

But why hasn't my potion arrived yet?

What on earth was that woman thinking? Although I don't mind letting the despair spread further.

The remaining sanity still allowed Him to think about the problem as much as possible.

But he was obviously unable to hold on any longer as he fought against both the temptation and the madness.

It seemed like he knew what the masked man was thinking.

So, the legion commander turned around and said to Him:
"Don't worry, my friend. Although we are sure to win, we are not the only ones."

"Then, the rewards and gifts from the adults will soon arrive."

"What do you mean?"

The masked man asked cautiously.

The legion commander did not answer, but turned around and looked at the fortress and said:
"The road will be paved soon. We will launch the general attack tonight. As for the answer, you should be able to see it tomorrow morning."
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With the last piece of stone completely blocking the gap that had been blasted open by the dwarves.

The high slope leading to the top of the city was completely completed.

Without any orders, almost endless coalition soldiers shouted and rushed up the hill, trying to cross the city wall.

At the same time, the vanguard of the coalition army launched a charge. The orcs roared and rushed towards the city gate. They used their sturdy bodies to carry huge battering rams and violently hit the city gate, trying to break it open. Archers from various races provided cover in the rear and continuously shot at the enemies on the city wall.

The dwarf defenders on the city wall did not retreat. They used hot oil, rolling stones and all other means they could think of to attack the enemies below the city, causing considerable casualties to the attacking enemy forces.

But with the blessing of charm, no matter how brutal the battle was, it could not make them afraid. The soldiers of the coalition forces still marched forward bravely without any intention of retreating.

In the fierce battle, the extraordinary people in the coalition played a key role. They summoned fire and lightning to attack the enemies on the city wall, trying to create an opportunity for the vanguard to break through.

This tug of war lasted for a long time.

The coalition forces under the city wall suffered almost all casualties, but their role was only to attract the dwarfs' troops.

So that we can quickly break through the high slope.

In terms of attracting firepower, they achieved their goal almost perfectly.

After all, they knew from the beginning that it would be impossible to break through the city gate left by the King of Turin with their existing equipment.

That is a blessing from two gods.

Dark Moon and Earth.

Their role was simply to disperse the dwarves' forces.

Even at the end of the war, in order to maximize the destruction of the dwarves, the legion commander directly ordered the sailors to crash the last few airships into the city walls.

Amid the fierce explosions, the city walls still stood, but the dwarves had no chance of fighting again.

Looking at the explosion that lit up the night sky, the legion commander excitedly drew his sword and shouted:

"Charge, everyone charge! Push forward, push forward! This is the time, this is the time!"

Under the crazy shouting of the legion commander, the last few remaining Cyclops in their camp also raised their hammers and pressed forward to the top of the city wall.

The city wall that was about to be broken through by the vanguard army was about to fall after the giants joined in.

The dwarves were also unwilling to give up. Regardless of whether they were injured or not, at this moment, as long as the dwarf soldiers who could still move rushed forward with red eyes.

The Cyclops' body was covered in heavy armor, which made most of the dwarves' attacks ineffective.

But they soon found the key to breaking the deadlock.

That is because the Cyclops are bulky, so their armor always has countless gaps when they move in large movements.

This is their chance.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, we must not let them rush over now!"

"Stop them, stop them!" The dwarves rushed towards the Cyclops without fear of life and death.

The wounded soldiers in front attracted the attention and attack of the Cyclops, while the dwarf soldiers who were still in good health took the opportunity to jump onto the Cyclops.

Attack using the gaps left when they swing their weapons.

Although the high-sequences of both sides were still fighting, everyone could see that the high-sequences of both sides were already at the end of their strength.

The outcome of the war will be decided on Gaopo.

The Cyclops quickly fell under the dwarves' counterattack.

Once their heavy bodies fell, they slid backwards on the bloody road formed by countless corpses.

This is almost better than the dwarves' largest log.

Just the corpses of a few Cyclops were enough to knock down most of the enemy troops.

But that wasn't enough, the dwarves were facing an enemy they had no fear of.

If the person in front dies, the person behind just needs to catch up.

They won't stop until they are all dead.

The high slope, which had just been quiet for a moment, was once again filled with dense enemy troops, who were shouting and charging towards the top of the city.

At this moment, there were only a hundred or so dwarf remnants left on the city wall, and the rest of the dwarves were still in other places and could not arrive because of the wreckage of the airship.

Just as they were about to climb to the top of the city wall.

A dwarf shouted in surprise:

"They succeeded!"

As soon as the words fell, countless Allied soldiers who were still charging on the high slope felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

They were falling downwards.

The entire foundation of the high slope was hollowed out by the dwarves!
The dwarf's fortress was naturally built with great care, and the high slope made of piled up fortress waste was obviously very difficult to deal with.

The dwarves discovered early on that their speed of destruction could not keep up with the speed at which they accumulated the high slopes, and would even make the high slopes bigger and bigger.

The strong walls that they used to defend against enemy attacks now became an obstacle for them.

So they changed their strategy the next day.

They dug their way out of the city.

It took the same amount of time to hollow out the foundations of the high slope.

Now it is time to harvest.

The high slope collapsed with a loud bang, and the allied soldiers still on it naturally fell down with it, and were mixed in the huge cloud of dust, with no one knowing whether they were alive or dead.

At the same time, the first ray of light representing dawn also crossed the sky, pierced through the clouds and fell on the earth.

The dwarves cheered.

The enemy has already lost. Although they still have some soldiers left, this number is no match for them who have the city walls!
Looking at the collapsed high slope, the masked man stared for a moment before speaking to the legion commander:
"You lost."

The legion commander fell silent. The masked man thought he would stop there, but to his surprise, the other party actually shook his head and said:
"No, this is just the beginning! Also, your potion has arrived."

While the masked man was puzzled, the legion commander turned around and pointed to the sky behind the masked man.

Look in the direction of his finger.

The masked man also widened his eyes slightly, and the dwarves on the top of the city stopped cheering and fell into shock and fear.

Because when the first ray of dawn breaks through the darkness.

This ray of light brings not hope, but despair!

The pure white fleet pierced through the darkness and came from the sky riding on the rising sun.

This is the real main force, their real trump card.

"My master wants you to understand, Lord Sals. The lives of all of us are sacrificed in order to restore you to the throne."

After taking over the throne from his eldest son, Sals turned his head slightly and looked at the legion commander.

The other party said to Sals word by word:
"We have many people and we are united, but we know, even better than the dwarves, that it will be difficult for us to capture the Seven Hills."

"The capital of King Turin and the dwarves within it are not something that can be laughed off."

"Your Excellency is also aware of this. But we are here anyway, carrying your Excellency's will."

"Lord Sals, we will provide you with the death you need. The dwarves will provide you with the despair you need!"

The legion's long sword, the Pure White Knight, put the sword back into the scabbard, bowed to Sals and said:

"Please go ahead and help the adult fulfill her dream!"

At the same time, the Prophet Sequence One potion was also presented by the Legion Commander with both hands.

That woman!!!

Sals frowned deeply at this development.

But in the end, he still took the potion handed to him.

The fleet, with only the holy emblem and legion logo covered, arrived in front of the Seven Hills Capital in a mighty manner.

Out of respect for the king, the entire fleet dropped anchor in the ruins in front of the royal capital.

It did not stop over the royal capital.

But they would not stop. The Crusaders, clad in pure white armor, walked down from the warships in an orderly manner in the ruins in the distance.

The holy symbols on their chests were covered and the legion marks on their arms were erased.

This means that they are not coming on behalf of the dynasty.

This is not a dynasty attacking the dwarves.

But this does not change the fact that they are the main force of the Jihad Army.

Their strength is far beyond that of the declining dwarves, let alone that of the previous motley alliance.

The dwarves still on the city wall were in despair.

What made them even more devastated was that when the Crusade Army completed its assembly, something happened on the distant tower.

The darkness that had not yet been completely dispelled by dawn seemed to be attracted by something and gathered here in large numbers.

In that eerie and dim atmosphere, a huge and terrifying eye abruptly floated above the tower.

This eye was like a huge blood moon, emitting a creepy and strange light. Its diameter was dozens of meters long, almost occupying most of the space above the tower. The eyeball was like a huge crystal ball, but it was not as clear and pure as a crystal ball, but was filled with turbid bloodshot and strange shadows.

The edges of his eyes were covered with wrinkles and veins, like ancient relics eroded by time, or hideous marks left by some evil force. Each wrinkle was like a deep ravine, which seemed to hide endless darkness and unknown fear.

When it rotated slightly, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by an invisible pressure, making it difficult to breathe, as if the whole world was controlled by this terrifying eye.

Its pupils are deep and dark, like the entrance to hell. People dare not look directly at it, for fear that their souls will be ruthlessly devoured once they meet its gaze.

Occasionally, a strange light would flash in the pupils. This light was cold and ruthless, as if it was examining everything in the world, ready to bring down disaster and punishment at any time.

Under the gaze of this huge and terrifying eye, the ground below the tower seemed to have fallen into eternal silence, and no breath of life dared to approach, as if this area had been cursed and became a forbidden place of death.

An ancient and terrifying aura permeated the entire battlefield.

An angel, or a Sequence One angel!
Add to that the well-known Jihad Army.

Lost, completely lost!
The atmosphere of despair swept across the entire capital like a fierce winter wind.

The legion commander had already left the tower and looked in awe at the all-seeing eye that represented the prophet.

He stood at the forefront of the jihadist army.

Behind him were the only few thousand soldiers left from the war.

Orcs, horned men, humans, and goblins all gathered behind him, standing tall in front of the Crusade Army.

This is the honor they deserve. When they came, every jihadist bowed sincerely to show respect.

The legion commander once again drew his pure white knight sword, pointed it at the top of the city wall and shouted:

"Surrender! My Lord is merciful. He will forgive your sins and accept you as one of our own."

"Confess to the pure white light, and embrace true tenderness and beauty!"

The dwarves did not agree with the legion commander's words, but the entire city wall was indeed dead silent.

He looked at the terrifying all-seeing eye, and then looked at the countless wounded soldiers around him.

The dwarf elder, whose body was wrapped in bandages, began to tremble with his lips.

He didn't want to surrender. His Majesty the King of Turin's capital had never been conquered by the Lost.

How could I surrender to an outsider in his hands? !

But, but, how could he let so many children die now? !

They have shed too much blood.

They deserve a better future.

How can I.
"Elder, we will not surrender."

The dwarf elder looked up suddenly.

The wounded dwarf leaning on the steps beside him said so.

"We knew we couldn't win from the beginning, but we managed to hold on until now."

"Elder, since we didn't surrender then, we will definitely not surrender now."

The wounded soldier struggled to stand up, and more and more dwarves gathered behind him.

They said seriously:
"We are the people of King Durin. We cannot let your Majesty's capital fall into the hands of foreigners before the last dwarf falls."

"This city has never suffered such humiliation!"

'Well, well ...

The dwarf elder regained his spirits in infinite excitement.

He wanted to shout the dwarf's roar at the fanatics below.

But it was not until he stood on the top of the city wall that he suddenly realized that his vocal cords had been torn by the sword of the Pure White Knight.

There was no way he could roar back at the other party.

How is this possible? How is this possible!
When he was extremely anxious, a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.

The dwarf elder turned around in surprise, and then his eyes widened.

Surprise, resentment, confusion, and other emotions mixed into a slightly hoarse and leaky noun:
"friend?!"

Why hasn't Morn left yet?

I clearly asked him to take the women, children, the elderly and the young and leave through the secret passage first.

Looking at the dwarf elder and the wounded soldiers around him, Morn smiled and said:
"Allow me to answer them for you, my friend."

The dwarf elder nodded and made way.

Looking at the eyes that had seen countless times, and the Jihad Army below.

Morn, as a friend of the dwarves, gave the dwarves' answer:

"We will not surrender!"

The big bell at the iron gate rang loudly.

(End of this chapter)