Huh? Are they all real?

The dwarf elder nodded and said:

"That's no problem. This was our plan from the beginning. We would rely on the outer fortresses to resist as much as possible, and then stick to the final royal capital."

"So we initially stocked up enough reserves in the capital, including food, medicine, and weapons."

"The royal capital is enough to accommodate all the dwarves. After all, this place was designed as a refuge before."

In the era when the lost were raging, the King of Turin expanded his royal capital, not to make it a strong shield to defend himself, but to accommodate more refugees.

"It's just, friend, do you really have any idea?"

Because Moen's previous plan was the same as theirs, they were willing to obey Moen's arrangement.

Gradually abandon the outer fortresses to delay and consume the enemy as much as possible.

But in the final plan, the two sides had differences.

Moen said that he had a way to make a comeback when the opponent finally attacked the royal capital, so that they could prepare to respond to the counterattack.

However, they planned to hold on to the royal capital until the last moment and never thought of counterattack.

Because of the huge disparity in strength between the two sides, only by holding on can we maximize the consumption of the enemy and prolong the time.

Moen nodded and said:

"Just trust me."

The dwarf elder said awkwardly:

"Friend, I sincerely regard you as a friend, but I also need to be responsible for the entire Qiqiu. I cannot make such a decision just relying on a few words from you."

"At this point, I believe the rest of the people are the same."

It's crazy to launch a counterattack in front of the last royal capital. If you're not careful, the city may be destroyed and people killed.

Moen also knew that if he said nothing, it would be difficult for the other party to believe him.

But it was hard for him to say it.

The power of charm was so terrifying that he was not sure that there would be no problems among the dwarves.

The other party has no plans to let the angel-level existence end.

Don't expose your cards too early, because this is the final word!

"Don't worry, friends, you just have to follow your own pace."

The dwarf elder said doubtfully:

"If we go at our pace, what will you do over there?"

It can be seen that the dwarf elder still wants to cooperate with Morn.

But he really couldn't do everything Moen said with just a few words.

Moen smiled mysteriously:

"Don't worry about me, because you will know what to do by then."

"Because I believe there is no dwarf who doesn't know what to do at that time."

"Then, can I walk around?"

The dwarf elder stretched out his hand and said:

"Please feel free to do so. I told you that you are free to walk anywhere here."

He glanced at the twin moons hanging high outside the house.

Morn stopped the dwarf elder who was about to leave and asked:

"Friend, let me ask, today is not Double Moon Day, right?"

The dwarf elder looked up at the sky and said:

"That's right, it's not a double moon day."

"Then why are you not surprised at all? The dark moon is in the sky, right?"

The dwarf elder smiled and said:

"Yes, but this is not too strange, my friend, it is not a double moon day but a double moon thing. It usually happens once every two or three years."

"Has this ever happened before?"

In response to Morn's question, the dwarf elder nodded and said:

"Yes, I have lived for more than three hundred years. Don't talk about me, even those young men in their forties and fifties must have seen this situation several times."

Speaking of this, the dwarf elder also looked at Dark Moon and sighed:

"After all, it is only His Majesty the Moon King who is leaving. Perhaps this is because the moon is thinking of that Majesty."

Morn was silent.

The dwarf elder has left, and he still has many things to do.

After quietly gazing at the cold moonlight in the courtyard for a long time.

Moen turned around and walked toward the secret passage under Balin's guidance.

The cold moonlight has been shining outside.

Moen, who was hiding under the eaves, asked Bahrain as if he was diverting something:

"How is that elf girl doing now? I remember the elders agreed to send her out, right?"

Balin nodded and said:

"The elders did allow her to leave for your sake, but for some reason, she was unwilling to leave. Are you still asking me where you are?"

"Friend, are you really sure you don't want to see her? Elves rarely pay attention to you humans, although I can't appreciate women who are so tall without muscles."

"But elves should be very in line with the aesthetics of you long-legged people, right?"

"And I don't think she is in love with you now, but isn't this an opportunity?"

"Under the law of the Eternal King, if you truly love each other, the holy tree will also bless you."

Moen felt ashamed after hearing Bahrain's words.

Please, she is carrying the bow I gave to Youying!

How dare I get close to her!

"Then don't worry about her. I won't go see her anyway. In short, Bahrain, you must not let her get close to me."

Balin scratched his head and said:

"I really don't understand your thoughts. Shouldn't the normal long-legged man ask me to find a way to get closer to that elf girl now?"

"By the way, do you know how old that elf is?"

"What's wrong?"

"I just suddenly remembered that elves live too long and never age, so I was wondering, is that elf much older than the two of us combined?"

Moen recalled his experience and said:

"It seems that her physical age should be between 300 and 500 years old?"

In the cognition of elves, a difference of one or two hundred years is not a difference, that is, being born one or two years earlier.

Balin was stunned, and after a long time he muttered:

"Oh my God, she is older than the two of us combined, she is older than the blacksmith shop my grandfather gave me!"

"For elves, she has just reached adulthood."

"That doesn't change the reality that she is at least 300 years old!"

Dwarves are normally more than 300 years old.

As Balin muttered, Moen, wearing a cloak, walked to the secret passage.

Watching Moen take off his cloak, Balin asked curiously:

"Why do you have to wear a cloak? It's not raining!"

Moen looked back at the moonlight behind him and said:

"I don't know how to face it for the time being."

"I don't understand what you are saying at all."

The dwarf Balin shook his head.

"It's okay, friend, this is just my personal matter."

Moen turned around and asked:

"You said there was a mess behind the door, and then you found the tentacle?"

"Not just one, but many, and judging from the traces, it should be countless tentacles that emerged from the lake and attacked those guys!"

"But friend, don't you know the monster in the lake?!"

Moen nodded and said:

"I don't know, but I probably guessed the answer."

"Really? Then let's go."

Ballin raised the night light and walked forward.

And Morn suddenly stood still.

Then he suddenly said in his heart:

'I, the King of the Moon, built this door'

"Ballin!"

"What's wrong?!"

"Let's go back!"

"What?!"

The dwarf who had walked a distance was stunned.

But seeing Morn resolutely put on his cloak and turned back, Balin had to catch up again.

Between two holly trees, in front of a quiet lake.

The cold moonlight shines on the door that appeared by itself.

Only four people know the answer to this door.