Huh? Are they all real?...

Not long ago, due to the return of the king, the sacred tree was restored to its original appearance and began to respond to the prayers offered to it by the elves.

But now it's gone.

At first, Trapolis thought it might just be a coincidence.

After all, the sacred tree still stood before them.

But when he tried to pray to the shadow, he received no response!

In that instant, he realized something was wrong.

"Your Majesty and Lord Shadow, where was the last place you saw it?"

He asked his companion beside him:

"The guards said it was the Emerald Palace. Lord Shadow dismissed all the guards in the palace. At the same time, the guards also reported that they saw His Majesty go to the Emerald Palace."

"How long."

The other party glanced at the sky and said:

"From this morning until now."

"So long? I need to go to the Emerald Palace."

"Now?! My old friend, you'd better think about it again."

Trapolis's companions were surprised by his answer.

"We haven't found anything truly unusual. It's probably just that the two lords wanted to spend some time alone."

This answer made Trapolis hesitate, but soon, a high elf brought them news that surprised them both slightly:

"The White King personally attacked Seven Hills?!"

"Yes, sir, the entire Seven Hills is now engulfed in flames."

"Why attack the dwarves? The Pure White Dynasty has no grudge against the dwarves!"

Trapolis's companion said this in surprise.

Trapolis, standing beside him, asked directly:

"Does Your Majesty know?"

"No, I think this should be reported to the esteemed officials first."

"That's good. I'll go to the Jade Palace and report to His Majesties in person."

Having found a legitimate reason, Trapolis immediately went to the Emerald Palace.

They drove straight ahead and found the two relatively silent supreme beings.

Even from afar, just from this atmosphere, Trapolis knew that perhaps the worst thing had finally happened.

After pausing for a moment, he continued forward without hesitation.

Then he knelt on one knee at the bottom of the steps and said to Moen:

"Your Majesty, I apologize for disturbing you at this time, but I have come to report something."

"Seven Hills has been attacked; the White King himself has attacked the old capital of the dwarves."

"According to our information, the entire Seven Hills is now a sea of ​​fire, and even the royal palace left by the King of Turin has been completely destroyed."

This news almost made Moen's mind go blank for a moment.

Why did they still attack Seven Hills?!

And it was the White King himself who led the attack?!

"How are the dwarves of Seven Hills doing?!"

Trapolis stated directly:

"Less than one in a thousand. It is said that a large number of women and children once tried to escape through that secret passage that symbolized the friendship between vampires and dwarves."

"But waiting for them outside the door were soldiers from the Pure White Dynasty."

Moen's voice trembled slightly as he listened.

"The Seven Hills Dwarfs were almost wiped out? And then Seven Hills was destroyed?"

Why is this happening?

He failed to protect the sacred tree, and he also failed to protect his dearest friend's people?!

"Why did they attack Seven Hills?! What was Aurora's reason for attacking Seven Hills?!"

Trapolis couldn't help but glance at the King, which was originally just an excuse he used to meet the two supreme beings.

Dwarves and elves have no relation whatsoever.

The deaths of other races meant little to them.

But His Majesty seems to care a great deal?!

But he continued:

"There's no reason."

"The White King openly led the fleet of the Pure White Dynasty to attack the entire Seven Hills."

“Sending those women and children to the secret passage was already the greatest effort the Seven Hills Dwarfs could make.”

"But even so, it's no use."

“They were attacked by a true king and his personal guard.”

"To be honest, unless King Torino is still alive, the dwarves have no chance of stopping them."

An attack without any reason?!

This is nothing like Aurora's style.

Although she only ever said she loved him verbally, it was precisely because of this that she cared more about having a legitimate relationship than anyone else.

While Moen was pondering what was going on and what to do,

Rose Lorian, standing behind him, spoke directly to Trapolis:

"Send a notice to Aurora that we will provide shelter to the remaining seven refugees in the hills."

"But, my lord."

Trapolis was greatly puzzled. Not only did the dwarves have no relation to the elves, but their relationship was actually quite hostile, since the dwarves had never liked the elves.

The Shadow Sun looked at him seriously and said:

“Trapolis, this is the will of God.”

Trapolis offered no further comment and simply bowed and took his leave.

After Trapolis left, the Shadow Sun, still standing behind Moen, asked him:

"Please tell me why you care about Qiqiu, and please tell me what you truly look like now!"

Chapter 194 The Song of Annihilation: The Final Chapter (5k)

The question of the Shadow Sun plunged Moen into silence once again.

This is yet another problem he doesn't know how to face.

Moen's silence, however, made the heart of the Shadow Sun tremble slightly.

A terrible thought had taken root in her mind.

“I have a very close relationship with the dwarves; we are friends, so I cannot turn a blind eye to all of this. I must thank you for your help just now.”

"And what I truly look like."

Looking at the magic ring in his hand, after a brief hesitation, Moen took it off.

The appearance of the Eternal King Erenian Gilgalard began to fade to ash.

Even knowing that her king was still alive, Rose Lorian was still so frightened by the scene that she almost lost her footing.

Fortunately, this scene did not last long.

When Eleanor Gilgalard completely disappeared from Rose Lorian's sight, Moon Cromwell stood before her for the first time.

Looking at Moen, who had finally revealed his true identity to him.

Rose Lorian stared intently at him, unwilling to even blink.

At the same time, her hand reached towards Moen's cheek.

She wanted to remember her king's true appearance.

Not an elf, but that doesn't matter at all.

That's enough for him.

"You've changed so much."

Then she lowered her hand, stepped back slightly, and said:

"They also kept a lot from me."

These words made Moen lower his head even further.

The debts from back then must be repaid no matter what.

Before he could even speak, a finger was already silencing him.

"I've already said, please don't apologize anymore."

"But can't you really tell me more?"

To this, Moen could only say:

"I don't know how to answer you, Rose Lorian."

Upon hearing this, Rosellian bowed her head slightly for a moment before turning to Moen and saying:

"I understand now. I won't ask any further questions. But what are your plans next?"

"Should we wage war against the Pure White Dynasty?"

A very tempting question.

Moen shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"No, absolutely not. This isn't a problem between the elf and Aurora; it's just a problem between me and her."

-

Deep within the ruins of Seven Hills, the ancient gate had long been torn open by brute force.

The mountain of dwarf corpses piled up at the entrance testified to the previous cruelty.

In his final moments, or rather, in the final moments of the Seven Hills, the descendants of Turin remained true to the promise their former king had made to his dearest friend.

They held fast to the gate of the seal.

Even though all the dwarves knew they were trying to stop a chariot with their bare hands.

The congealed blood almost completely covered the staircase.

The spells that were set up on the steps had long been destroyed.

The king, composed of gold and lions, laid down his twin swords. At his feet, the dwarf Balin, now only half-dead, still clung tightly to his leg.

To try to stop a supreme being from advancing in such a joking way.

The pure white knights behind him wanted to remove him quickly.

But the towering king stopped them.

He deliberately put down his twin swords and carefully released the dwarf Balin's hand.

Looking around, the towering king did not find the other half of Bahrain's body.

He could only regretfully place it on the stone platform to the side.

He personally tidied up the dwarf Balin's disheveled appearance.