Huh? Are they all real?...

Looking at the dwarven elder and the wounded soldiers around him, Moen smiled:

"Please allow me to answer them on your behalf, my friend."

The dwarf elder nodded and stepped aside.

Looking at that eye I've seen countless times, and at the holy war army below.

Moen, as a friend of the dwarves, gave them their answer:

"We will not surrender!"

The iron gate bell tolled loudly.

Chapter 118 The Return of History (3k)

There was no shouting or straining, just a very simple sentence.

A very simple sentence that spread throughout the entire battlefield.

But at this moment, when this person spoke, the iron gate bell rang on its own.

Everyone felt an indescribable, powerful force.

Inspired by this force, more and more dwarf soldiers struggled to climb onto the city walls.

Compared to the jihadists below, they were naturally short and stocky, often ridiculed for it. But at this moment, their imposing height and the fact that they were all wounded created a powerful sense of oppression.

It was as if they were the giants!

Before dawn, the dwarves might still be fearful and retreat.

At this moment, the dwarves no longer felt any fear.

This was the weakest the dwarves had been since the start of the war, but also the most tenacious.

The legion commander frowned deeply.

He knew something was wrong.

Previously, it was because he had only this kind of fighting force with his ragtag army, and also to fulfill the expectations of his superiors by sacrificing enough lives.

But at this moment, behind him was the Holy War Army, which had never been defeated.

Of course, he didn't think the dwarves at this moment could defeat the Holy War Army and a Sequence One angel.

However, he did not want to wipe out the thousands of remaining soldiers behind him.

This is an insult to your reputation, sir.

"Those who do not surrender will perish. Look around you, they are all a bunch of defeated soldiers. It is already extremely lucky that they survived such a great battle."

"Why must they shed their blood on the battlefield? Have mercy, let them surrender, let them live!"

In response to the legion commander's words, Moen calmly replied:

"They are not some defeated soldiers; they are warriors who fought to protect their homeland. Since you say to show mercy, why don't you say that to yourself?"

“Look around you, there are corpses everywhere. Everywhere are corpses created for your shameful deeds.”

"Wake up, you lackey of Aurora."

"Shut up!!!"

When Moen uttered that person's name, the legion commander was furious, as was the Holy War Army.

They took three steps forward in perfect unison, their imposing presence seemingly invincible.

But Moen ignored them and simply looked up to meet the gaze of the giant eyeball.

Clearly, doubt appeared in the All-Seeing Eye's eyes.

Who is this guy?!

Why does it feel familiar?

“You know very well what this war is all about; it has been devoid of any justice or fairness from the very beginning.”

"Without relying on prophecy, you fill a vast region with death and despair with mere words. Your and Aurora's greatest goal is this evil ascension ritual."

"For this, you even went so far as to shout slogans and sacrifice your comrades, who died on this land."

"You lackey of Aurora, why can't you see how ugly and pathetic your actions are?"

"Shut up!!!"

For some reason, when facing this person, the legion commander felt nothing but utter shame and indignation.

He should have responded solemnly and dignifiedly in the name of righteousness, instead of being filled with shame and anger and only able to tell the other party to shut up.

Everyone, including themselves, knows who is right and who is wrong, but this cannot be admitted; they must always deny and insist on their own correctness.

That way, others will believe you.

But for some reason, he was now filled with shame and indignation.

Below the All-Seeing Eye, Sals removed his mask.

His face was still ugly, but it was no longer covered in pus and rotten flesh.

It then turned into the appearance of a dried-up corpse.

He still couldn't reverse death, but his situation was indeed much better than before.

"Everyone knows that woman is in charge of everything, but you are the only one who has put it all out in the open."

"Stranger, do you know what you're doing?"

"That woman is far more shameless than anyone you can imagine."

After a soft laugh, looking at the mask he had taken off, he hesitated briefly before putting it back on.

This face is indeed too unsightly.

Below him, the legion commander was utterly enraged:

"Shut up, shut up! I told you to shut up! How could someone like you possibly understand the nobility of adults?"

"It's just a lofty slogan in name only."

"You deserve to die! Go to hell and repent!"

"attack!!!"

The jihadist army began to advance slowly, then suddenly accelerated.

Watching the surging holy army approach, the dwarf elder gripped his hammer and stood with his soldiers.

The final moment has arrived!

Looking at the surging holy war army, Moen said to them with pity:

"If you don't believe me, you might as well see if Aurora will come for you."

Upon hearing this, the legion commander's intense shame and indignation instantly subsided.

He laughed in anger and his anger subsided.

"How could we possibly send an adult to deal with a bunch of you? You clown who can't see the difference in skill."

"is it?"

Moen had just finished speaking.

The mighty holy army suddenly came to a halt.

Because countless white shadows appeared beneath the walls of the capital.

They were short and stocky, but each of them carried a huge iron hammer that was taller than themselves.

what is this? !!

The dwarves and the holy war army were both caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

But when the white shadow materialized, the entire Holy War Army retreated in utter astonishment.

Imperial Guards!

They are the Royal Guards who serve as the personal guards of the Dwarf King!

Its status is equivalent to that of their White Knights.

They are all powerful legions that only guard the gods and kings.

"This is impossible!"

The legion commander was stunned, but what shocked them even more, and made all the dwarves hold their breath, was:

When all the Imperial Guards appeared, they silently made way for them.

Then a dwarf riding a giant wild boar slowly walked to the front of the formation.

He wore a crown and held a giant axe.

Thorin Ironfoot, the Dwarf King!

The last dwarf king, the great King of Torino, rode his strong and mighty wild boar slowly toward the holy army. He was short but sturdy, with a full beard like steel wire, and his eyes revealed determination and courage.

The King of Turin wore heavy armor inlaid with precious gems and rare metals, which shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

He wore a crown shaped like seven hills, symbolizing his status as the lord of the seven hills. In his hand he gripped a massive battle axe, a weapon from his brother, the Wrath of the Earth, capable of easily severing any enemy.

The wild boar he rode was enormous, covered in a thick, bristly mane like a hedgehog. It itself, like the king it carried, was clad in sturdy armor, radiating blessings.

Under His powerful oppressive aura, even the Holy War Army subconsciously retreated repeatedly and kept lowering their heads.

Before the King of Turin, even the enormous and terrifying All-Seeing Eye dissipated on its own as a sign of respect.

This is the king!!!

A king as noble as a god!

Thorin Ironfoot finally stopped in front of the two armies, his gaze casually sweeping forward.

All those whom He saw bowed their heads in fear.

We must respect the king, we must respect the gods.

This is an iron rule!

With a cold snort, the once arrogant Holy War Army trembled and retreated.

The legion commander, suppressing his fear, knelt down and said in a trembling voice:

"Great King of Turin, you should not lower yourself like this. Please leave this place!"

Thorin Ironfoot simply ignored him.

He simply turned his head slightly, leading the wild boar, and then looked towards the city wall.

A moment later, the king put down his giant axe and raised his fist towards the city wall:

"friend!"

This is the regret that the two kings could not fulfill in that Valley of Death.

It is also a regret that was not completed many eras ago.

Moen also smiled and bumped fists with his best friend in the air:

"friend!"

After the fist bump.

The King of Turin raised his giant axe and shouted:

"Children of Turin!"

The Imperial Guards raised their hammers and shouted:

"Turin! Turin! Turin!"

As the voices of the Royal Guards rang out, the dwarves in the capital city also joined in with great excitement, shouting the name of Turin.

All the dwarves came from the long-vanished Turin Mountains.

Therefore, the dwarves are also descendants of Turin.