Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 426 Anchor from the Future (4k)

After giving Moon the bracelet, she obviously couldn't really contact Moon.

She just passively accepted the message from the bracelet and sent Moon on his next journey.

Therefore, Moon had no choice but to stay and ask more questions.

He could only move forward into the future in shock, without even being able to take a last good look at the hummingbird.

Unlike the previous sunlight, the light of the silver moon shone on Moon's body, stretching his shadow very long on the lush grass.

Time has entered a new round.

The hummingbird, who had guessed who Moon was from the beginning, naturally stopped supporting her beautiful chin in front of Moon.

At this moment, Moon felt his heart was empty.

It was as if he had finally realized how much he was missing.

But even after all this, he still couldn't remember what he had severed.

It's like a big hole suddenly appearing on flat ground. People can only see how big and deep the hole is, but have no idea what was there before the hole appeared.

But at least Moon knew that the memories he had lost were really important.

Otherwise it wouldn’t be like this.

Moon felt the pain as he placed his hand on his heart.

After a long sigh, Moon groped his way and sat down on the moonlit grass.

Until the moon moves from one side of the mountain to the other.

Only then did Moon sort out his broken mood which he himself couldn't even describe.

I finally have the mood to think about where I am now.

There was no morning star in the sky, and there was a blood-red moon that overlapped with the original moon by two-thirds.

Therefore, it should be the Second Era when the Blood Moon is still alive.

I just don't know whether it was in the middle of the Second Era when Blood Moon received the prophecy of Sals and began to establish the Blood Dynasty, or in the early Second Era when the dynasty was not established.

Such thinking soon got the answer.

Because Moon saw a team in the distance hurrying along under the moonlight.

It’s not too far, and the demigod’s eyesight can’t be bad.

So Morn saw clearly that it was a group of dwarves.

The team is not large, estimated to be only about two to three thousand people.

It may sound like a lot, but this is not an army, but a group of refugees full of old and young.

Dirty clothes, messy team, and sallow skin.

All these illustrate the team's predicament.

However, what surprised Moon was that, although it was a standard refugee team, in the middle of their convoy was a very rare dwarf mobile workshop.

That's not even the simplified version that was more common in the mobile workshop during the Bronze Furnace King era.

Rather, it is a hardcover edition that is rarely seen even in large dwarf gathering places.

So, could it be that this group of dwarves escaped from some large dwarf gathering place?

If that was the case, Moon had roughly determined what period it was.

The dwarves have experienced three ups and downs.

The first rise was naturally when the King of the Hills of the Age of Gods was still alive, and the second rise was when the King of the Bronze Furnace rose to power in the early Second Era.

After that, it was the era of King Turin.

Judging from the performance of these dwarf refugees, Moon estimated that it should be the early to middle Second Era when King Bronzeforge had just died.

The once prosperous Tonglu Dynasty fell apart with the death of King Tonglu.

Countless dwarf city-states were destroyed during this period.

Tens of millions of dwarves were displaced.

It was not until the end of the Second Age that King Durin emerged and brought the declining dwarves back to prosperity.

Morn had no relationship with the King of Copperfurnace, and he and the King of the Hill were just acquaintances of each other, but Morn and King Durin were very familiar friends.

Therefore, even at this moment, King Turin is still thousands of years away from being born.

Moon still planned to go up and ask these dwarves if they needed any help.

Otherwise, Moon would feel uneasy.
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The dwarves walking at the front of the refugee team suddenly changed their expressions and stopped the team.

Compared to the other dwarves whose faces were pale and obviously malnourished.

Not only did these dwarves have very ruddy complexions, but they were also wearing finely-forged dwarven heavy armor.

Obviously, they are the armed force of this team.

Prioritizing supplies to the armed forces is clearly the right choice during times like these.

But because of this, once an accident occurs, they have to bear the brunt.

The heavy hammer, which was taller than them, was taken off their shoulders and picked up with one hand. They pointed it forward and shouted:

"Who are you? Why are you stopping us?!"

"Don't panic, we are friends."

Because of the shining of the blood moon, the moonlight, which should have been bright, also took on a hint of enchanting scarlet.

In such an uneasy atmosphere, Moon walked up to them.

"We don't have any long-legged friends. So, tell the truth."

Looking at the extremely alert dwarf guards, and the team of seven or eight armed dwarves that only arrived at this time.

Moon just knew that the situation of this team was probably much worse than he had expected.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so few dwarf guards in a team of two or three thousand people.

"Relax, I am indeed friends with dwarves, although it is not a friendship with you, but my dwarf friend said that since I am his friend, then I am also a friend of all dwarves."

"Oh, so who are the dwarves you're talking about?"

The slightly prolonged ending tone indicated the dwarf's suspicion and distrust. Morn was very clear about this, so he took out a medal from his bosom and said:
"Thorin Ironfoot. You may not have heard of his name, but he made this medal himself and gave it to me. This is a special technique used by dwarves and cannot be imitated by outsiders. So, are you sure?"

The medal that shouldn't have appeared in this era brought a fate that could not be defied.

But the master whose fate was anchored did not know all this yet.

He just felt a little irritated.

So that the glow of the blood moon is more enchanting than ever before.

The whole world was stained with scarlet.

The change in moonlight was of no importance to the dwarves. They just took the medal handed to them by Morn with suspicion.

After passing it around, he breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to Mo En.

"It is indeed our special technique, and the feel is not as rough as it would be if the owner changed hands. So, although we do not know who this Thorin Ironfoot is." "But you are indeed our friend."

The dwarf put the hammer back on his shoulder and stretched out his hand to Morn.

"I'm sorry we can't offer you anything nice, but I sincerely hope to shake your hand. In your opinion, this is a sign of etiquette, right?"

Dwarves don't like shaking hands with long-legged people because it makes them feel humiliated.

But when facing friends, they are willing to respect each other's habits.

Morn stepped forward and shook the dwarf's hand very seriously, saying:

"Due to my current situation, I sincerely ask for your forgiveness for not being able to leave my name, but I hope I can be of assistance to you."

"Since you've said that, we definitely won't take it seriously. But, can you tell us what you encountered? Although our current situation is not very good, what if we can help?"

The reason why Morn likes dealing with dwarves is that they really treat their dwarf friends very sincerely.

Moon took out a bag of bread from his waist and looked at them and smiled:

"If you really want to help me, then take these. You need food, right? These breads will be very useful to you."

The leading dwarf accepted Morn's kindness without any hesitation:
"Thank you so much, but can I ask you shamelessly if you can give me more help? And please rest assured, my friend, once we are settled, we will definitely give you enough rewards."

Dwarves are not cunning and don't use euphemisms. They will tell their friends directly what they need, what they hope to get, and what they will give in return.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it. It’s okay if you don’t want help, just say it directly.

But don't do anything stupid just to be smart.

Otherwise, you will surely lose the friendship of the dwarves.

The dwarf's temper really has never changed.

Moon, who was very clear about this, smiled knowingly and said:
"Of course, I'm happy to help, but if it's just a matter of food, then this is definitely enough."

"Is that all? It is only a bag of bread. Ah, my friend, is this bread blessed?"

Unlike the boy, the dwarf, who had obviously been rich before his escape, obviously knew more.

Although those breads looked very unappetizing.

Moen nodded and said affirmatively:

"Yes, this was baked by my goddess herself."

"Your goddess baked this herself? Holy Communion?! For the Lord's sake, this gift is fucking outrageous, my friend!"

The dwarf apparently had no idea what Morn's words meant.

He naively believed that Moon was a blessed saint.

In great surprise, the dwarf hurriedly took out a piece of bread from Ansha and said:
"So what is this great bread? Is it an endless loaf of bread that will change back to its original shape after taking a bite? Or will there always be bread in this bag?"

"Neither. Just eat one bite and you'll no longer be troubled by hunger."

As Morn spoke of the miracle of this bread, the dwarf, who had already torn off a large piece of bread and was about to put it in his mouth, quickly stopped the idea of ​​putting it in.

If one bite is enough, then this much food needs to be divided among several people.

After taking a small bite tentatively, as expected, he was blessed like the boy.

"Original God, it really is. My friend, your generous gift really makes us not know how to repay you. Forget it, my life is yours, my friend, if you encounter any problems in the future, just call me."

"I promise you, even if the opponent is a fucking ancient dragon, my hammer will still smash forward without hesitation."

Moen shook his head and smiled:

"It's better not to let us disturb the last of the Shanks's remaining peaceful time."

As Moen spoke these words.

Coruscant, who was taking a nap in a cave, suddenly felt an unexpected palpitation.

This made Him end His hibernation early, and He looked around in confusion.

But just like the blood moon that had been anchored in the future, He could not find any trace of it.

After all, who could have imagined that someone would anchor their fate from the future?
"Hahaha, I'm just talking anyway. After all, how could the two of us possibly provoke Gu Long? But my words are definitely not false. Even if a god comes, I dare to go."

The dwarf laughed and waved his hand and said:
"Of course, I'm sure I'll just dare to go up, I'm sure I can't beat him."

There are very few dwarves who are so honest and simple-minded.

This made Moen burst out laughing.

Then, Moon looked at the carefully preserved mobile workshop in the center of their team and said:

"Friend, I noticed that your mobile workshop seems to be missing some troublesome parts?"

The dwarf who was already directing others to distribute the sacred bread shook his head and said:
"Yes, we don't even know if we can repair it. Since His Majesty the King of Copper Furnace left, there are fewer and fewer craftsmen who can make these parts."

"As for us, not only do we not have the materials, but we also only know a little bit about the corresponding forging methods."

Moon understood and took out a few more pieces of ore from his waist.
"This is... This is a parting gift from my sister. I think this should be able to help you."

The dwarf shook his head without even looking at it and said:

"Your sister's gift? For the love of Yuanchu, don't give us such a meaningful thing. You have to keep it well."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to explain to your sister when you meet her."

Morn thrust it into the dwarf's hand just as the hummingbird had thrust it into his hand:

"Take it. A meaningful gift should be used in a meaningful place, just like the bread I gave you."

"And didn't you say it? It's not like we can't see each other again."

Seeing that Morn had said this, the dwarf scratched his head and said:
"Is this like this?"

"Yes, that's right, and I have to thank you because you said that my sister and I would meet again."

The dwarf was a little at a loss for words after hearing what Morn said, because he realized that this seemed to be related to the dwarf's friend's family problems.

So he could only look at the ore in his hand and prepare to change the subject.

He was stunned when he saw it. After a moment, he took a bite in disbelief and confirmed that the taste was indeed as rumored, soft and glutinous with a hint of coolness.

He held his head and exclaimed:
"Wait, my original, this is Omite? Wasn't this stuff used up tens of thousands of years ago?"

"My friend, you really can't have this. This is a universal metal. A piece of this stuff is more expensive than our workshop."

But when the dwarf looked up, Morn, who had already turned the bracelet, had disappeared.

"What about people?!"

The dwarves, feeling bewildered by Morn's disappearance, stopped and searched for a long time.

They didn't find any trace of their friend until daytime, and could only accept with regret that not only could they not return the precious ore, but they didn't even know their friend's name.

But looking at the Omite in his hand.

The leading dwarf suddenly slapped his head and said:

"I've decided, Ron. Go tell everyone that after we successfully settle down in our new home, we refugees from various clans will all change our name to the Ironfoot Clan."

"This is a perfect way to commemorate our brother Tiezu for bringing us such a good friend."

(End of this chapter)