Huh? Are they all real?

Raising his left hand and beating his heart, this is the highest etiquette of a dwarf.

It means to sacrifice one's life.

It is rare to see a dwarf perform this action towards an outsider.

And now, even if it spans the long river of time, even if it is just a shadow of history.

The King of Turin still paid his highest respect to his best friend.

We are brotherly friends.

Moen smiled, then clenched his fist and stretched it forward.

King Turin also smiled, and he also raised his hand to fist bump with Moen.

This is what Moen taught him.

But before the fists of both sides collided, the shadows of King Turin and the dwarves disappeared from Morn's eyes.

This made Moen stunned for a while.

He looked up at the starry sky above his head, and then looked down at the fragments of the inscription in front of him.

Moen smiled and said:

"That's enough, old friend."

"That's enough. Leave Qiqiu to me!"

That night, Moen returned to the tent and slept very soundly.

When he woke up in the morning, Moen was preparing breakfast for himself.

Suddenly, I discovered that there was a sealing rune in the pile of supplies.

The label is gone, I have no idea what it is.

But looking at where it was placed, it was obviously food, probably some fresh vegetables.

Moen looked at his breakfast, which had no green at all, and decisively crushed the rune.

To Moen's surprise, it turned out to be a landa!

Ever since he actually tasted Landa cuisine, even if his cooking skills couldn't bring out the deliciousness of Landa cuisine, Moen really fell in love with the taste.

There was no need to deal with it. After just cleaning it, Moen picked off a piece of landa leaf and put it in his mouth.

Once inside, Moen felt an unprecedented sweetness.

And there seems to be some deeper difference.

But Moen couldn't describe it. In short, this landa dish was completely different from the three that Moen had eaten before.

Is it more delicious and gentle? !

Moen thought for a long time and came up with the adjective "gentle" which seemed completely unrelated to vegetables.

Very unorthodox, but perfectly in line with Morne’s feelings.

After taking a few more bites, Moen was sure that he was right.

It’s just a landa dish, why can it make me feel tender? !

Moen looked at the Landa dish in his hand in disbelief.

After hesitating for a long time, Morn dug out a new sealing rune and installed it again.

I don’t know why, but Moen was a little reluctant to eat this landa dish.

——

At the foot of the holy tree, the high elves who were responsible for transporting Landa vegetables were surprised to find that Lord Rose Luorian, who was selecting Landa vegetables in the vegetable garden, seemed to be smiling happily.

Since His Majesty the Eternal King left, they had rarely seen Lord Lothlórien smile like this.

"Lord Lothlorien, you seem happy?"

Roserolian smiled as she gently held up a piece of landa.

"Yeah, I'm happy."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I don't know, maybe it's finally been delivered to the right person."

The high elves didn't quite understand.

But it was also at this time that they noticed the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves overhead.

Looking up, the crown of the holy tree was swaying slightly, and the fragments of sunlight were cut into even smaller fragments.

The sacred tree seemed happy too.

The elves were all very happy about this.

Rose Luorian's mouth slowly regained its composure.

Through this gap, everyone's eyes were attracted to the holy tree.

She lowered her head slightly and kissed the landar dish in her hand gently.

Then he said softly:

"It must be delivered to him!"

The goddess's will will definitely be carried out, because this is the bond between God and the King.

After doing this, Roselorien hummed an ancient tune and placed the special Landa dish on the top of the cart.

If Miss Benalana were here, she would definitely recognize that the tune hummed by the goddess was a sonnet, but it was not the content of "Sonnet No. 18" that she knew.

When you are by my side, the night turns into a refreshing morning.

I don't want any partner in this world except you.

Apart from you, my imagination can produce no other image that can please me.

Every time I see you, my heart has flown to your side, willing to work for you and make me your slave.

I am a fool who sheds tears when I hear words of sincere love!

It is also a poem by Shakespeare. Morne stayed in the palace at the foot of the sacred tree.

Hidden in the deepest part of the study.

This shouldn't be discovered by anyone, but if someone does, a lot of wonderful things can happen.

After all, who can tell if it's a reluctance to be discovered, or if it's just waiting to be discovered by the only person who can discover it?

Only the Eternal King and his attendant Shadow can enter the Eternal King's study.

Of course, the sacred tree can also be used, but the sacred tree is always there.

——

After putting away the landa dishes and streamlining everything as much as possible, Moen set off towards Qiqiu.

The iron gate has been occupied, and under normal circumstances there is almost no possibility of entering or exiting Qiqiu.

The current Qiqiu is undoubtedly an isolated city.

Although Qiqiu is not a separate fortress.

While walking on the road, Moon reviewed his previous plans and weighed his purse.

There were a hundred Ancient York gold coins in it, which was equivalent to 100,000 gold pounds.

A very, very large sum of money.

This was one of Moon's biggest reliances this time.

It was also the material Moon used for experiments.

Once or twice was an accident, but every time was like this, Moon didn't think it was an accident.

With Moon's ability, Moon should have become richer and richer without any pressure.

But he always paddled on the edge of being a poor ghost.

So.

Moen took off the purse and put it in front of him.

"Let me see if I am cursed. Then you'd better pray that I don't find out who you are!"

Moen had seen many strange curses, and there were similar ones, such as making people poor forever and suffering for it all their lives.

This is one of the favorite curses of the abyss and other evil things.

A person who is forever tortured by poverty can provide them with emotional value.

But that curse is not quite the same as Moon's.

Before coming, Morn had the people from the Eastern Chamber of Commerce pray and check for him.

I didn't feel any evil power.

This was their answer.

But your description is indeed wrong.

This was also their answer.

If it is a curse, then it may be a very, very terrible, powerful and ancient curse.

Because it is completely beyond their understanding.

This answer made Morn a little uneasy.

They didn't know how much Morn was involved.

But Morn knew exactly what he had encountered. These times, the ones involved were either the returning old gods or the angel demigods.

Demigods are fine, but beings like angels and Anstis can be involved. If this is a curse, the person who cast the curse is a bit scary.

——

Right in front of the iron gate.

It is a camp with many races stationed.

If there are outsiders here, they will definitely be shocked.

Because this camp is unexpectedly harmonious.

Obviously, many races inside are in opposition.

At least many people must be wondering what kind of person can tolerate goblins appearing as allies and living next door to them.

To this world, goblins are just a group of beasts that barely have a human form.

Even the issue of whether to classify goblins as sub-humans is still being debated among various schools of thought.

But the point they are arguing about is only an academic classification issue. Everyone agrees that goblins are creatures with extremely low IQ.

They just happen to be a bit like humans.

They don't understand what life is, nor what trading is, and it is impossible to form an alliance with them.

Because they don't understand such a high-end term as alliance.

If you form an alliance with them, not to mention that there is no possibility of success, even if you succeed by luck, they are likely to burn your camp and steal your food while you are fighting the enemy, and then disappear in a hurry.

They are a group of beasts who don't even understand what is good for them.

But today, not only can humans accept goblins appearing in the camp as allies.

Even the goblins who hate goblins the most on weekdays can calmly send food to the goblin allies.

You know, in the past, goblins were despised by other races because they were too similar to goblins.

So they hate goblins the most, a group that always lowers their reputation.

In the main road of the camp, there was a goblin so strong that people wondered if it was a troll, walking slowly with a man.

"It's really thriving!"

The man said in admiration.

On his face, he wore a black iron mask so that people couldn't see his true face.

The goblin next to him said:

"Under the glory of adults, this is normal. We are all equal. We have no discrimination and no identity difference."

"Even goblins can walk freely in it."

"Because we all know that we are fighting for the beautiful world promised by adults!"

"This time will be the best proof. We will let the world know that we want to create an equal and gentle world."

Goblins can speak, but there has never been one that can speak so smartly.

The man wearing the black iron mask nodded and smiled:

"I used to sneer at this, but now, I also firmly believe that you will succeed."

"But, can you tell me about your business? Not the foreign land over there, but your business."

"Although I know that there is a soul from a foreign land in your body, but but."

The man didn't know how to continue for a while.

The goblin smiled and said:

"But I am still a goblin after all? Yes, when I opened my eyes five years ago, I really felt that the sky had fallen."

"But I didn't give up, I tried to get out on my own. Because I firmly believe that I can become a fantasy creature like a goblin."

"Then I will definitely be able to meet my own light."

"Fortunately, I met this beam of light!"

The goblin looked up at the northwest sky with eyes full of longing:

"That's you!"

It was that sir who stopped her guards from killing the blasphemous self, and it was also that sir who personally picked up the dirty self from the pool of blood.

I feel it’s more fun to write big chapters. I’ll post one chapter of 4,000 first, one chapter of 3,000, and another chapter of 3,000 later.

Although it’s three chapters, it adds up to 10,000 updates!