Huh? Are they all real?

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

It would not have been so simple, but when King Durin stood up and their king and god did not appear.

Everything was very simple. An army with collapsed faith had no fighting power at all.

When the last remnants of the Crusades fled into the ruins in a panic after being driven away by the dwarves, the battle was completely over.

Several agile falcons flapped their wings and flew high, quickly flying away from the smoke-filled and tragic battlefield. They will work tirelessly to bring the final result of this war to the rest of the people in the distance.

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

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

Just like the dwarves of the Seven Hills now.

Under normal circumstances, if they come here, Aurora, that woman, will completely give up the Seven Hills.

But it's just under normal circumstances. Although Morn has not dealt with Aurora, that woman, much.

But Morn knew very well that this woman was shameless and vicious.

Coupled with the information he got from Miss Benalana.

Morn felt that he still needed to stay in the Seven Hills to observe for a while.

Of the seven seals of the blood moon, only this one in the Seven Hills remained.

The war is not over yet.

But, what exactly does that woman want to do? !

Looking at the distant other side, Morn fell into deep thought.

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

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

It's better to believe that the evil god repented than to believe in her.

The latter at least really happened.

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

The head fell to the ground, and the blood formed a spring.

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

To this day, the church has left miracles representing repentance and healing.

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

But now there is really too little information, Morn has no idea how to analyze it, so he can only shake his head and put it aside temporarily.

Looking at the cheering dwarves below, Morn also laughed.

At this time, Morn still has one chance left of his three chances.

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

Therefore, just such a short time consumed Morn's two chances.

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

Logically, Morn should end it all at this moment.

This is the choice that best suits his own interests.

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

There are always things that are higher than interests, right?

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

On the ruins of the battlefield, Thorin Ironfoot has stepped down from the boar and looked carefully at the dwarves gathered behind him.

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

The rest of the Kingsguards did the same. They looked at their descendants in surprise and seriousness. Then they embraced their descendants as enthusiastically as their king.

Ancestors and descendants, warriors and warriors.

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

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

Fortunately, there is finally a chance to make up for it.

Looking at everything happening below, Morn applauded from the bottom of his heart.

Thank you for the origin, thank you for fate.

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

Thorin was the last one to leave. The king of the dwarves reluctantly let go of the tribesmen in his arms and patted each other on the shoulder. The dwarf king raised his fist again towards Morn on the fortress:

"Friend!"

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

Looking at the fist raised by his best friend, Morn also raised his fist.

They completed the last fist bump between the two sides.

King Turin finally left with satisfaction.

After so many years of death, he could 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, Morn smiled and then lowered his head dejectedly:

"Friend."

I am the only one left.

——

Although the departure of His Majesty King Turin and the ancestors made the dwarves feel lost for a while.

But soon the dwarves recovered from this state.

Because they won, and they won under the leadership of the king who should not have appeared.

No matter how you look at it, it has to be celebrated.

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

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

Because their favorite sound is the sound of a hammer hitting a solid ore

This brought bad luck to Ms. Lily, who had run out excitedly to see the excitement.

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

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

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

Of course he liked to celebrate, but he really couldn't resist the celebration of the dwarves.

Especially in this situation, his dwarf friend would definitely be dragged to use the heaviest hammer to hit the hardest ore

Morn's scalp tingled just thinking about it.

It was before, and it is still now.

But the palace was also full of celebrating dwarves.

In order to avoid being caught to hit the stone, Morn had to say that he was going to see the seal of the blood moon half-excusing and half-business.

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

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

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

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

My hand will be broken directly if I hit it with this hammer? !

"I must thank you for your kindness, but business is more important. Is the seal of the blood moon in front?"

"Yes, it's down there."

The dwarf elder's voice was still hoarse and leaky, but it was already audible.

Seeing Morn and the other two coming, the dwarf elites who had not been transferred from here 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 was a long spiral staircase that continued to extend downwards.

"There are 33,333 steps in total. His Majesty placed the seal of the monster down here."

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

More than 30,000 steps? !

You can't take a wrong step? !

For the sake of the original, it seems that going back to smash rocks is not bad. Anyway, it sounds better to have a broken arm and paralyzed legs than to have the former.

But since we have come here, Morn can't say go back. He can only bite the bullet and follow him down.

At the end of the dark 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 in mind your Majesty's instructions for countless years and always guard this place."

"There has never been a problem in all these years."

After walking to the well and seeing a scarlet moon reflected in the water through countless inscriptions, Morn nodded slowly.

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

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

"This is the information given to me by the Eastern Business Union, and 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 lord is not the evil god? Why does he want to release the sealed evil god?"

Moen looked back at the two dwarves and said meaningfully:

"Many gods just didn't fail."

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

"Can I take one thing away?"

The dwarf elder laughed after hearing this:

"One thing? Are you kidding? Friend, anything here, as long as you like it, you can take it away! It's up to you, take as much as you like!"

This is the Seven Hills. Although the dwarves are down and out, they are still skinny camels after all. It is undoubtedly a great gift for anyone to take the treasures in the Seven Hills at will.

But Morn just shook his head and said:

"Friend, I came here for 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."

In the regret of the two dwarves, Morn took out a bottle of Rolo wine.

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

Ballin was a little surprised.

Looking at the Rolo wine in his hand, Morn finally didn't say that it was given to him by Thorin.

Because in this way, the dwarves will definitely not drink it.

Neither Thorin nor himself 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 must want you to drink it."

"Then we won't be polite!"

The two dwarves who opened the bottle cork were intoxicated.

What a great Rolo wine!

Drinking and knocking stones are the only two hobbies of dwarves.

——

On the battlefield outside the capital, the glory of the two moons still shines here.

Some dwarves were still 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, Sals took the initiative to disperse the All-Seeing Eye and left the battlefield.

He had no reason to fight for that woman.

But he didn't really leave the Seven Hills.

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

At the same time, more importantly, the most critical third prophecy has not been completed.

The big bell rang three times, and the god returned.

The unexpected king appeared and returned. So will the return of this god also exceed his own expectations?

In addition, the woman will not give up that guy. I'm afraid that the connection between her and that guy is earlier than himself.

However, in this situation, what should the woman do?

The rest of the dwarves will no longer remain silent. If they attack the Seven Hills at that time, they will really fight against the dwarves of the whole world.

The woman may not be afraid of the dwarves who are on the decline, but the rest of the guys will definitely be willing to get involved.

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

At this time, Sals turned back 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:

"Will she continue? But what about your people?"

The pure white knight said:

"Not now. But please believe that this time will not be too long."

Sals touched his chin and laughed.

The prophet likes these guys who play big cards.

——

After Morn and the others left the seal.

A drop of blood fell from the air from nowhere and dripped accurately on the seal of the well.

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

Just above the well is the core of the entire palace, that is, the Iron Throne!

Neither the dwarf elder nor Balin accompanied Morn here.

Although there are many treasures here.

But no dwarf cares about this.

As they said, if Morn likes, he can just leave the Iron Throne.

Morn came here alone, without even glancing at the treasures piled behind the Iron Throne.

Morn just gently stroked the blunted blade of the throne.

‘My friend will definitely come, and I don’t want them to hurt him. ’

This was Thorin’s last request. This sincere dwarf didn’t want his throne to hurt his friend.

With a slight smile on his lips, Morn walked up the crooked path of the Iron Throne.

When Morn stood in front of the throne, he naturally didn’t sit on it. Morn just reached out and picked up a medal on the armrest of the throne.

Then he put it on his chest.

On the front of the medal is the crown and hammer, and on the back is a scarlet moon.

This is Thorin’s medal, the only thing Morn needs to take away, and the only reward Morn asked for from the dwarf.

There will be another chapter later