Huh? Are they all real?

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

Morn stood quietly in front of the Iron Throne and looked at the throne arranged on the twisted sword path.

For fun, Morn asked his friend King Durin to reproduce the Iron Throne in "A Song of Ice and Fire".

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

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

And the road leading to the throne is crooked. The whole throne itself is also very asymmetrical.

One side is high and the other side is low, just like a tree crown growing in the shade but growing towards 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 material used is naturally 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 possibility of harming any existence.

In this regard, even angels need to be careful.

"My friend, the king should always remind himself not to be lazy and lazy."

"You are right, my friend, the king should be such an existence, with his back against the blade, relying on the blade, but always reminding himself not to be hurt by the blade."

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

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

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

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

Morn didn't know whether it could hurt angels.

But this sword is definitely an existence that can easily cut his palm even after tens of thousands of years.

But now, even if Morn pressed his hand hard, there was no pain.

Morn tried the rest of the swords again.

Every one of them was the same.

They were all blunted.

The dwarf elder beside him seemed to see Morn's strangeness:

"Are you wondering why the swords on the Iron Throne are blunted?"

"Yes, the king should always be vigilant, so every sword on the Iron Throne has no blunting or protective measures. But what happened?"

Morn thought it was the dwarves' own choice, and Morn didn't mean to blame them.

This was originally left to his people by his friends.

It's understandable that the dwarves don't want the throne to be so dangerous, and it's not like they destroyed the throne.

But what completely stunned Morn was the dwarf elder who said:

"This is His Majesty's last wish. To be 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, who was dragged into the spirit world by the enemy, tried every means to return to the Seven Hills, which was in ruins, hundreds of years later."

"As soon as he came back, he announced to our ancestors the last wish that His Majesty King Durin failed to convey to us."

"His Majesty said that he believed that his friends and brothers would arrange everything else."

"But there is only one thing that he needs to remind us."

The dwarf elder raised his hand and stroked the Iron Throne, just like Morn, pressing his palm on the blunted sword blade.

"That is to blunt the sharp blades on the throne, because His Majesty said: 'My friends will definitely come, and I don't want them to have the possibility of hurting him.'"

Moen lowered his head, and after a long time, he smiled and patted the Iron Throne and said:

"Is that so."

The friendship of the 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 extremely angry. And when they heard that they were willing to apologize and compensate, they chose to believe so quickly.

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

The dwarves don't want to lose friends.

It was before, and it is still now.

But the result is that the other party betrayed the dwarves again.

Morn retracted his hand and asked the dwarf elder:

"Why are the dwarves in other places unwilling to lend a hand?"

"I know you are seriously divided, but the other party has directly besieged the Seven Hills. The relationship between you should not be so bad that you will not help them?"

"As far as I know, they didn't even condemn or provide material assistance."

Although he knew who the main pusher was, Morn was no longer surprised why so many opposing races would gather together, but Morn 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, right?

Hearing this, the dwarf elder wanted to spit on the ground to express his anger and dissatisfaction, but he looked at the Iron Throne next to him and restrained himself.

He then said angrily:

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

"They all suspected that we were harming our friends in the name of the deceased king."

Moen raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

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

"We are also surprised, but we didn't find much, and if we came to see it ourselves, we would doubt ourselves, after all, so many people have joined forces."

"The most important thing is that there is no interest relationship between them. Since it is not interest, it is for morality."

This is the idea of ​​the dwarf elders.

Moen felt that there was probably something else hidden.

But at least one thing is for sure.

Since the other dwarves did not appear outside the iron gate.

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

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

It just needs an opportunity.

Moen silently thought about how many cards he had in his hand to play.

He has roughly come up with an idea.

‘My friend, I will definitely keep Qiqiu. ’

After Moen said these words silently in his heart, he said to the dwarf elder beside him:

"Can I look around?"

"Of course, Man with Long Legs, you are now our friend in the entire Seven Hills, but we still have to discuss the secret passage."

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

"Are you really sure, friend?"

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

"Of course. Just think of it as a retreat."

Moen was very sure when he said this, but he also added:

"It's just that you have to be careful behind the door, because there may be an ambush behind the door. I'm sure they won't be able to get in through the secret passage, but I'm not sure they won't know there is a secret passage here."

"No problem. We're dwarves, and we have a way of knowing what's behind the walls."

"That's no problem."

Moen nodded with satisfaction.

But it was also at this time that the dwarf elder said to Morn:

"Friend, I must tell you that if Qiqiu cannot be defended, we will not leave Qiqiu, nor will we surrender."

"But you are different. You are not a dwarf. You should get out of here."

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

"I won't ask you why you know this, nor will I ask you why you came to Qiqiu. I won't even ask you what your name is, because you are our friend now."

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

"Of course, there's no need to be too hasty. At least the entire Qiqiu won't be lost in the next few days."

This answer surprised Moen. He did not expect that the dwarves inside Qiqiu were so pessimistic.

After a moment of silence. Morn also said to the dwarf equally seriously:

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

"That's good, friend."

Morn held down the dwarf's shoulders and said:

"However, I will leave after Qiqiu is safe, and I will only take away the gifts given to me by my dwarf friends."

"Friend, we can't defend here."

The dwarf said helplessly.

Moen smiled and said:

"That was before I came."

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

That confidence slowly infected the dwarves present.

——

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.

It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming so soon!

Great, really great!

But, what will be the next Return of the King?

He couldn't help but think about the second paragraph of the prophecy.

The big bell rings twice, and the king returns.

It is impossible for a king to appear in this place, because that woman does not intend to escalate the war.

At most it's a war between angels.

So, who is this king? !

There is only this king, an existence that the masked man has never been able to figure out the answer to.

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

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.

If you see God, you may not be able to see the King.

But when you see the king, you can basically see God.

With a little bit of uneasiness, he walked into his tent.

Waiting for the passage of time and the arrival of the opportunity.

I can only hope that the woman will not waste time.

Otherwise, you will have to find another way.

——

Early the next morning, the masked man's contemplation was interrupted by the sound of a trumpet.

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

In the ancient wilderness period, the horned people believed in beings who had horns like themselves but were more powerful.

Linglu 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.

And the antlers of the spiritual deer were made into spiritual deer horns to symbolize his own strength.

The Horned People are a race that even the prophets dislike very much. They are cruel, ignorant, and traitorous.

It's a pity that the woman dared to accept the Horned Man.

But no matter what, since the Horned Man's Spirit Deer Horn was blown, it means that they are going to launch an attack.

Once the war starts completely, my ritual will be completed.

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

And this powerful ally of mine.

If it was just a Sequence One prophetic angel, the woman might really give up, because she has not yet successfully charmed the other party, but I am different.

She can't give up a god.

I just don't know if she has found the uniqueness she has lost.

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

"Sir, can I say a few words to you?"

It was the goblin.

The masked man lifted the tarpaulin with a slight smile on his face:

"Of course, my friend, what's the matter?"

The tall goblin drew out his sword, and there was no extra decoration on the pure white sword.

It looked very simple.

But such a sword has always been the lifelong pursuit of the woman's believers.

Because getting this sword means becoming a pure white knight.

This is the guard of that woman, which is a great honor for believers.

In this camp, the total number of pure white knights is only four.

And this goblin is one of them, the most humble and the weakest among all the pure white knights.

But at the same time, he is also the most special one!

He is a goblin and a corpse desecrator.

Perfectly fits the ridiculous vanity and performance of that woman.

When she used this green-skinned creature to show off, she must have been very happy, right?

Look, how kind and great I am, even if it is a humble goblin, a blasphemous corpse desecrator, I can accept his existence and disrespect!

The masked man raised the corner of his mouth with a sneer of contempt from others.

The goblin who drew his sword excitedly said:

"I have been given an important task by the commander of the army!"

"I will soon prove to everyone that I am worthy of the identity of the pure white knight, and I have not disgraced the choice and reputation of the lord!"

"That's great, so as an ally of the camp and a partner loyal to the same lord, can you tell me what you are going to do?"

The biggest advantage of being under that woman is that the believers of that woman really believe in their companions without reservation.

They said everything after just a few words.

So stupid.

"The cliff behind the Seven Hills, the commander of the army asked me to select a group of elites and then go to that cliff."

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

"It points directly to the belly and back of the Seven Hills. The commander of the army will attract most of the firepower for us."

"By then, I will be the sharp knife that pierces the heart of the dwarf!"

There will be another chapter later