Huh? Are they all real?...

"My friend, a true champion should always remind himself not to become complacent or lazy."

“You’re absolutely right, my friend. A king should be like that, with a sharp blade behind him, relying on the sharp blade, but always reminding himself not to be hurt by the blade.”

"I absolutely love this idea! You always bring us dwarves so many novel ideas, and every single one of them is so interesting and effective!"

Before this throne, the conversation between himself and the King of Turin still seemed to echo in his ears.

However, Moen strangely placed his hand on the sword in the Iron Throne.

Moen remembered the sword; it was a sword from the Age of Gods, forged by evil liches to harm and curse any enemy who defied them.

Whether or not it could harm the angel, Moen didn't know.

But this sword is one that could still easily cut one's palm even after tens of thousands of years.

But now, even when Moen pressed his hand down hard, he felt no pain.

Moen then tested the other swords.

It's the same every single time.

They have all been passivated.

The dwarf elder standing nearby seemed to notice Moen's odd behavior:

"Are you wondering why the sword on the Iron Throne is dulled?"

"Yes, the king should always be vigilant, which is why none of the swords on the Iron Throne have been dulled or protected. But what's wrong with that?"

Moen assumed it was the dwarves' own choice and didn't mean to criticize them.

This was originally left to the clan by one's own friend.

It's understandable that the dwarves don't want the throne to be in such danger, since it's not like the throne has been destroyed.

What truly stunned Moen was what the dwarf elder said:

"This is His Majesty's last wish. To be precise, it is the last wish of the King of Turin that His Majesty the Wrath of the Earth conveyed to Master An'er."

"In that dark and turbulent era, Master An'er, who was dragged into the spirit world by the enemy, used every means possible to return to the Seven Hills, which was in dire need of reconstruction, hundreds of years later."

"Upon his return, he proclaimed to our ancestors the last wishes that His Majesty the King of Turin had failed to convey to us."

"His Majesty said he believes that everything else, including his friends and brothers, will be taken care of."

"But there is one thing we need him to remind us of."

The dwarven elder raised his hand and stroked the Iron Throne, just as Moen had placed his palm on the dulled blade.

"That is to dull the sharp blades on the throne, because His Majesty said: 'My friends will surely come, and I don't want them to be able to harm him.'"

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

"That's it."

The friendships of dwarves are pure and simple, though they rarely accept outsiders.

But once they've made a friend, they'll cherish them like a treasure.

So the dwarves were furious when the Northern Commercial Alliance betrayed them. Yet, they so quickly chose to believe them when they heard that the Alliance was willing to apologize and offer compensation.

They did not want their friendship to vanish so easily.

The dwarf didn't want to lose his friends.

It was then and it is now.

But the result was that the other party betrayed the dwarves once again.

Moen withdrew his hand and asked the dwarf elder:

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

"I know you're deeply divided, but the enemy has already launched a full-scale attack on Qiqiu. Surely your relationship isn't so bad that you'd just stand by and watch someone die?"

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

Although he now knew who the main instigator was, Moen was no longer surprised that so many opposing races had gathered together, but he was still a little curious about the silence of the other dwarves.

Surely not all the dwarves except for the Seven Hills could succumb to enchantment?

Upon hearing this, the dwarf elder wanted to spit on the ground to express his anger and dissatisfaction, but after glancing at the Iron Throne beside him, he restrained himself.

He then said, quite angrily:

"They believed what those unscrupulous merchants said. They were all going to come, but when they saw so many opposing races standing together against us..."

"They all suspected that we were using the name of the late king to harm our friends."

Moen raised an eyebrow slightly and said:

"They'd rather trust outsiders than their own people?"

“We’re also puzzled, but we haven’t found much. And if we were to look at it ourselves, we would also doubt ourselves, after all, so many people have joined forces.”

"The most crucial point is that there's no apparent connection of interests between them. Since it's not about interests, it must be about morality."

This is the idea of ​​the dwarven elders.

Moen, however, felt that there was probably something else hidden.

But at least one thing is certain.

The other dwarves did not appear outside the iron gate.

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

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

However, a catalyst is needed.

Moen silently pondered how many cards he had left to play.

He has roughly figured out a direction.

'My friend, I will absolutely protect Seven Hills.'

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

Can I look around?

“Of course, Long-legged Man, you are now a friend of all of us in the Seven Hills, but we still need to discuss that secret passage.”

"That secret passage? Don't worry about that secret passage."

Are you really sure, friend?

The dwarves were still worried about it. They didn't believe that Moen had seen the password in a book, but they were afraid that someone had actually seen it in some lost ancient book.

"Of course. Just treat it as a backup plan."

Moen said this with great certainty, but he also added:

"However, we must be careful behind the door, because there may be an ambush behind it. I'm sure they can't get in through the secret passage, but I can't be sure they don't know there's a secret passage here."

“No problem. We are dwarves, we have plenty of ways to find out what’s behind the wall.”

"That's no problem."

Moen nodded in satisfaction.

But it was at this moment that the dwarf elder said to Moen:

“Friend, I must tell you, Qiqiu cannot be defended. We will not leave Qiqiu, nor will we surrender.”

“But you are different. You are not a dwarf. You should leave here.”

The dwarf elder walked up to Moen and said earnestly:

“I won’t ask you how you know these things, nor will I ask why you came to Qiqiu, and I won’t even ask you your name, because you are now our friend.”

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

"Of course, there's no need to rush. At least we won't lose the entire Seven Hills in the next few days."

This answer surprised Moen. He hadn't expected the dwarves within the Seven Hills to be so pessimistic.

After a moment of silence, Moen spoke to the dwarf with equal seriousness:

"I will leave, and I will leave with a gift."

"That's good, my friend."

Moen, however, pressed down on the dwarf's shoulder and said:

"However, I will leave after Seven Hills is safe, and I will only take the gifts my dwarf friends gave me."

"Friend, this place can't be defended."

The dwarf said helplessly.

Moen smiled and said:

"That was before I arrived."

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

That confidence gradually infected the dwarves present.

-

Looking at the booming clock above the iron gate, the man, who had put his mask back on, couldn't help but smile.

They're here! They're here! They've arrived so quickly!

That's great! That's really great!

But what will be the next triumphant return?

He couldn't help but ponder the second part of the prophecy.

The great bell tolls twice, signaling the king's return.

No king can emerge from this place, because that woman has no intention of escalating the war.

This place is mostly a war between angels.

So, who is this king?!

This one king is the only one the masked man has never been able to figure out the answer to.

As for the final deity, He already knew the answer.

It's either Him, or some other crazy guy.

Either way, it is His victory.

He also sensed that this king was likely the biggest flaw in His plan.

Wang rarely appears alone.

Behind every king is a god.

Seeing God doesn't necessarily mean you'll see King.

But if you see the king, you can basically see the god.

With a slight unease, He entered His tent.

We patiently await the passage of time and the arrival of the opportune moment.

Hopefully, that woman won't waste any more time.

Otherwise, I'll have to find another way.

-

The next morning, the masked man's contemplation was interrupted by the rousing sound of horns.

He had heard this sound before; it was the spirit deer horn, a sound only the Horned People possessed.

In the distant, primitive era, the Horned People worshipped a being that, like themselves, possessed horns but was far more powerful.

The spirit deer is one of them.

But after they discovered a more powerful being, they changed their faith and took advantage of the rituals to kill the spirit deer they originally worshipped.

They attempted to become stronger by devouring the flesh and blood of the spirit deer.