Chapter 119: There are friends before (4k)

Under the leadership of the Kingsguard and King Durin, the undefeated Crusades were completely defeated.

It wouldn't have been that simple, but when the King of Durin stepped forward and their king and god did not appear.

Everything is very simple. An army with collapsed faith has no combat effectiveness at all.

The battle was completely over when the last remnants of the Crusade fled into the ruins after being driven away by the dwarves.

Several nimble falcons flapped their wings and flew high, quickly leaving the smoke-filled and extremely tragic battlefield. They will work tirelessly to bring the final result of this war to the rest of the people far away.

Watching the falcons leave, Morn believed that the dwarves from other areas would soon stand up one after another.

The doubts in their minds have been answered and they will know what to do.

Just like the dwarves of the Seven Hills today.

Under normal circumstances, if she came here, that woman Aurora would completely give up Qiqiu.

But this was just under normal circumstances. Moon had never had much dealings with that woman, Aurora.

But Moon was well aware of this woman's shamelessness and viciousness.

Plus the information obtained from Miss Benalana.

Moon felt that he needed to stay in Qiqiu and observe for a while.

Of the seven seals of the Blood Moon, only this one on the Seven Hills remains.
The war is not over yet.

But, what on earth does that woman want to do? !

Looking into the distance, Moon fell into deep thought.

As for what the Crusaders said about creating a truly gentle and peaceful world.

Moon didn't believe it. Anyone could think so, except Aurora.

It is better to believe that the evil god repents than to believe her.

The latter at least actually happened.

In the church of fire and ice, the blasphemer who committed the seventeen deadly sins sincerely repented, and then he cut off his own head as atonement.

The head fell to the earth and the blood formed a spring.

The pain He brought to the world has since been healed.

To this day, that church houses miracles representing penance and healing.

In short, that woman Aurora must be planning some evil plan.

But there was too little information right now, and Moon had no idea how to analyze it. He could only shake his head and put it aside for the time being.

Looking at the dwarves cheering below, Moon also laughed.

At this time, Moon had one of three chances left.

The time just now was not long, but it finally summoned the history of a king.

Therefore, just such a short period of time was enough to consume Moon's two chances.

Even Moon's time was exceptionally long, because his connection with the other party was indeed very close.

Logically, Moon should have ended it all at this moment.

This is the choice that is in your best interest.

However, looking at everything below, Moon finally chose to give up this last chance.

There is always something above profit, isn't there?

Thorin and his Kingsguard should have time to take a good look at their offspring.

On the ruins of the battlefield, Thorin Ironfoot had already stepped off the boar and was carefully looking at the dwarves gathered behind him.

The dwarves knelt before him in awe, but after a moment, Thorin laughed and pulled them up and hugged them one by one.

The rest of the Kingsguard were like this, they looked at their descendants in amazement and seriousness, and then embraced their descendants as warmly as their king.

Ancestors and descendants, warriors and fighters.

The Kingsguard here, and even King Thorin of Durin, left one after another without seeing the beautiful world after the war.

Moon felt that this was too cruel for the warriors who fought to the death for the freedom of the living.

Fortunately, there is now a chance to make amends.

Looking at what was happening below, Moon applauded from the bottom of his heart.

Thank you for the origin, thank you for fate.

This situation did not last long, and the Kingsguards slowly turned into shadows and disappeared on the grassland.

Thorin was the last to leave. The Dwarf King reluctantly let go of his people and patted them on the shoulders. He then raised his fist again towards Morn in the fortress.

"friend!"

Morn did not go down because he felt that this last bit of time should be left to the dwarves themselves.

Looking at his best friend's last raised fist, Moon also raised his own fist.

They completed the final fist bump between each other.

King Turin finally left with satisfaction.

After so many years of death, he can still see his people again, meet his best friends, and fight for his hometown.

This is a great fortune for him and all the Kingsguard.

Looking at the disappearing King Turin, Moon smiled and then lowered his head dejectedly:
"friend."

I'm the only one left.
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Although the departure of His Majesty King Durin and the ancestors made the dwarves feel lost for a while.

But the dwarves soon recovered from this state.

Because they won, and they won under the leadership of a king who shouldn't have appeared.

No matter how you look at it, this is worth celebrating.

That night, they held a huge celebration in the royal capital.

The way the dwarves celebrate is probably unacceptable to most outsiders.

Because their favorite sound is the sound of a hammer breaking solid ore
This brought bad luck to Ms. Lily, who had run out excitedly to see the excitement.

Elves have exceptional hearing, and their ears can even hear the sound of the wind.

That's why not long after she went out, Ms. Lily was sent back by the dwarves with blurry eyes.

Morn, who knew the habits of the dwarves well, slipped away into the palace early.

Of course he enjoyed celebrations, but he certainly couldn't stand the dwarves' celebrations.

Especially in this case, his dwarf friend would definitely be forced to use the heaviest hammer to hit the hardest ore.
Just thinking about it makes Moen's scalp tingle.

It was before and still is.

But the palace was also filled with celebrating dwarves.

In order to avoid being caught and beaten with stones, Moon had to say, half-excusably and half-on official business, that he was going to see the seal of the blood moon.

In front of Moon, Balin and the dwarf elder whose throat was still leaking were both dissatisfied with Moon leaving the celebration at this time.

"My friend, are you really not going to give it a try? My God, that is a secret gem that I have never seen in my life. It must be very exciting to hit it with a hammer!"

You mean the secret gem that once broke the teeth of the evil dragon?

Oh my god, you guys actually want me to hit this thing?!

Wouldn't my hand be broken by this hammer?
"I must thank you for your kindness, but let's focus on business. Is the seal of the blood moon just ahead?"

"Yes, it's right below." The dwarf elder's voice was still hoarse and leaky, but it was clear enough to hear.

Seeing Moon and the other two coming, the elite dwarves who had not been transferred away even at the most critical moment immediately saluted and opened the door.

The heavy door with thirteen seals was pushed open by the dwarf soldiers.

Behind the door is a long spiral staircase that extends downward.

"There are a total of 33,333 steps. That's where His Majesty placed the seal of the monster."

"Be careful, my friend. You must follow our steps. There are very powerful restrictions here. If you take a wrong step, something terrible will happen."

Thirty thousand floors?!
Can't you make a wrong move?!

Originally, it seems like a good idea to go back and smash rocks. At least between a broken arm and paralyzed legs, the former sounds better.

But since he was already here, Moon couldn't go back, so he could only bite the bullet and follow.

At the end of the pitch-black stairs, a deep well locked by countless inscriptions appeared.

"This is the seal that seals the blood moon. We, the Seven Hills Dwarves, have kept your majesty's instructions in mind for countless years and have been guarding this place at all times."

“There have never been any problems in all these years.”

Walking to the well and seeing a scarlet moon reflected in the water through countless inscriptions, Moon nodded slowly.

"That's good. The world doesn't need any more evil gods."

"Yes, your Majesty and I think so too. But, my friend, are you really sure that the rest of the seals are gone?"

"This is the intelligence given to me by the Eastern Business Union. It is probably one of the reasons why that woman attacked the Seven Hills. It should be correct."

Both dwarves frowned.

"Although there is only this one left, I am glad to hear His Majesty say that the seal was redundant. As long as one is still there, the monster will not come back."

"But that person is not the evil god? Why does he want to release the sealed evil god?"

Morn looked back at the two dwarves and said meaningfully:
"Many gods just don't fail."

The two dwarves fell silent, and Morn changed the subject at the right time:

"Can I take one thing?"

After hearing this, the dwarf elder laughed and said:
"Same? Are you kidding? My friend, you can take anything here if you like it! Take as much as you like!"

This is the Seven Hills. Although the dwarves are down and out, they are still lean camels after all. Being able to freely use the treasures in the Seven Hills is undoubtedly a great blessing for anyone.

But Moon just shook his head and said:
"My friend, I came here for my friends, not for profit. So, I only need to take one thing away."

“Also, although it took a little effort, they did deliver it to me on time.”

To the regret of the two dwarves, Morn took out a bottle of Luo Luo wine.

"Luolu wine? And it looks like it's quite old."

Bahrain was a little surprised.

Looking at the Luo Luo wine in his hand, Moon finally did not say that this was a gift from Thorin.

Because then the dwarves will definitely not drink it.

Neither Thorin nor I would like to see this scene.

"This is a gift from my first dwarf friend a long time ago. Today is a good day, so please drink it."

"He would surely like you to drink it."

"Then we won't be polite!"

The two dwarves who opened the bottle were both intoxicated.

What a great Rolo wine!
Drinking and knocking stones are the only two hobbies of the dwarves.
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On the battlefield outside the royal capital, the radiance of the two moons still shines brightly.

Some dwarves are still here cleaning up the battlefield.

But what they didn't know was that in the ruins not far away, Sals was standing there.

When he saw the Dwarf King Thorin appear, Salth took the initiative to disperse the All-Seeing Eye and left the battlefield.

He had no reason to risk his life for that woman.

But He did not actually leave the Seven Hills.

Because He was very curious about how the Dwarf King came back.

At the same time, and more importantly, the most crucial third prophecy has not yet been completed.

The bell tolls three times, and the gods return.

The unexpected king appeared and returned. So will the return of this god also exceed his expectations?
Also, that woman will not give up on that guy. The connection between her and that guy might have existed even earlier than mine.

But, in this situation, what should that woman do?

The rest of the dwarves will not remain silent anymore, and when they attack the Seven Hills, they will really be confronting dwarves from all over the world.

That woman may not be afraid of the declining dwarf, but the rest of the guys would certainly be happy to get involved.

After all, not everyone wants to see that woman playing so big.

At this moment, Sals turned his head slightly.

A pure white knight had already knelt behind him:
"Lord Sals, my master wants me to find you and ask for your continued assistance."

Sals pointed behind him and said:
"Is she going to continue? But what about your people?"

The White Knight said:

"Not now. But please believe me, it won't be long."

Sals stroked his chin and laughed.

Prophets love these guys who play their cards big.
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After Moon and the others left the seal.

A drop of blood fell from the air from somewhere and landed precisely on the seal at the wellhead.

The blood slowly and steadily corroded the brilliance of the inscription.

Directly above the well is the core of the entire palace, which is the Iron Throne!

Neither the dwarf elder nor Balin accompanied Morn here.

Although there are many treasures here.

But no dwarf cared about that.

As they say, Morn can keep the Iron Throne if he likes.

When Morn came here alone, he didn't even look at the treasures piled behind the Iron Throne.

Moon simply stroked the blunted blade of the throne.

'My friend will definitely come over, and I don't want them to have any chance of hurting him.'

This was Thorin's last wish. The sincere dwarf did not want his throne to have any chance of harming his friends.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Morn walked up the crooked path to the Iron Throne.

When Moon stood in front of the throne, he naturally did not sit on it. He just reached out and picked up a medal on the armrest of the throne.

Then he put it on his chest.

The front of the medal features a crown and hammer, while the back features a scarlet moon.

It was Thorin's medallion, the only thing Morn had to take, and the only payment Morn demanded of the dwarf.

　There will be another chapter in a moment

　　
　
(End of this chapter)