Huh? Are they all real?.

"So, have all the residents from the outskirts moved in?"

The dwarf elder said:

"It was finished by evening, but the problem is that as the outer perimeter falls, we have fewer and fewer furnaces to refine spirit ash."

"We have stockpiled weapons and food, so we don't need to worry about those. But we can't afford to waste spirit ash. If we keep going like this, we'll definitely run out of spirit ash."

Moen looked up at the sky, feeling a little strange, because he remembered that today was not a double-month day.

As he carefully hid himself further under the eaves, Moen said to the dwarf elder:

"It's alright, as long as the capital can accommodate everyone."

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The dwarf elder nodded and said:

"That's no problem. That was our initial plan. To rely on the outer fortresses to resist as much as possible, and then hold the last capital."

"So we stockpiled enough reserves in the capital at the beginning, including food, medicine, and weapons."

"The capital city is large enough to accommodate all the dwarves, after all, it was originally designed as a refuge."

In an era rife with the lost, the King of Turin expanded his capital, not to make it a strong shield for himself, but to accommodate more refugees seeking refuge.

"But friend, do you really have a solution?"

Because Moen's previous plans were the same as theirs, they were happy to follow Moen's arrangements.

Gradually abandon the outer fortresses, delaying and exhausting the enemy as much as possible.

However, the two sides disagreed on the final plan.

Moen said he had a way to turn the tide when the enemy attacked the capital at the last minute, so that they could prepare for a counterattack.

They intended to hold the capital until the very last moment and never considered a counterattack.

Because of the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, only by holding their ground can they maximize the attrition of the enemy and prolong the battle.

Moen nodded and said:

"Just trust me."

The dwarf elder said with difficulty:

“Friend, I truly consider you a friend, but I also need to be responsible for the entire Seven Hills. I cannot make such a decision based solely on your few words.”

"I believe the rest of the people feel the same way."

To launch a counterattack in front of the last capital city is too crazy; one wrong move and the city could be destroyed and everyone would die.

Moen knew that if he didn't say anything, it would be hard for the other party to believe him.

But he couldn't say it out loud.

The power of enchantment was too terrifying; he couldn't be sure that there were no problems among the dwarves.

The other side has no intention of letting an angel-level being participate in the battle.

You can't reveal your hand too early, because it's the hand that will decide the outcome!

"Don't worry, my friend, you just need to do things at your own pace."

The dwarf elder asked in confusion:

"If we proceed at our pace, what will happen to you?"

It's clear that the dwarf elder still wants to cooperate with Moen.

However, he couldn't simply follow Moen's instructions based on a few words.

Moen smiled mysteriously:

"Don't worry about me, because you'll know what to do in time."

"Because I believe that no dwarf would be unaware of what to do at that time."

"Then, can I walk around a bit?"

The dwarf elder extended his hand and said:

"Please feel free to come in. I told you you are free to move around anywhere here."

I glanced at the two moons hanging high outside the house.

Moen stopped the dwarf elder who was about to leave and asked:

"Friend, may I ask, isn't today a double-month day?"

The dwarf elder looked up at the sky and said:

"That's right, it's not a double-month day."

"Then why aren't you surprised at all? The Dark Moon is right in the sky, isn't it?"

The dwarf elder smiled and said:

"Yes, but that's not too strange, my friend. It's not a double-month day, but there are double-month events. You can usually encounter one every two or three years."

Has this ever happened before?

Regarding Moen's question, the dwarf elder nodded and said:

"Yes, I've lived for over three hundred years. I've seen this kind of situation many times, not just me, but even young men in their forties and fifties."

At this point, the dwarf elder looked at Darkmoon and sighed, saying:

"After all, it was only His Majesty the Moon King who left. Perhaps the moon has remembered that king."

Moen remained silent.

The dwarf elder has left; he still has many things to do.

After gazing silently at the cold moonlight in the courtyard for a long time.

Moen turned around and, guided by Balin, walked toward the secret passage.

The cold moonlight continued to shine outside.

Moen, hiding under the eaves, seemed to be shifting something and asked Balin:

"How is that elf girl now? I remember the elders agreed to send her away, right?"

Bahrain nodded and said:

"The elders did agree to let her leave because of you, but for some reason, she's unwilling to leave. She's even asking me where you are?"

“Friend, are you really sure you don’t want to see her? Elves rarely care about you humans, although I can’t appreciate women who are tall and have no muscles.”

"But elves should be a great fit for the aesthetic of you long-legged people, right?"

"And now I don't think she loves you, but isn't this an opportunity?"

"Under the laws of the Eternal King, if you truly love each other, the Sacred Tree will also bless you."

Moen felt ashamed upon hearing Bahrain's words.

Please, she secretly gave the bow to Shadow behind my back!

How could I dare to get close to her!

"Then just ignore her. I won't see her anyway. In short, Balin, you absolutely must not let her get close to me."

Bahrain scratched his head and said:

"I really don't understand your thinking. Shouldn't a normal long-legged person be asking me to find a way to get closer to that elf girl?"

"By the way, do you know how big that elf is?"

"what happened?"

"I just suddenly remembered that elves are all so long-lived and don't age, so I was wondering if that elf might be much older than the two of us combined?"

Moen recalled his experience and said:

"Judging from her physical age, she should be between three hundred and five hundred years old?"

In the elves' understanding, a difference of one or two hundred years is not a difference; it's just that they were born a year or two earlier.

Bahrain was stunned, and after a long while, he muttered something:

"My God, she's older than both of us combined, and she's even older than the blacksmith shop my grandfather gave me!"

"To an elf, she was only recently of age."

"That doesn't change the fact that she's at least a three-hundred-year-old elf!"

A dwarf is normally only a little over three hundred years old.

Amidst Bahrain's mutterings, Moen, cloaked, walked to the entrance of the secret passage.

Seeing Moen remove his cloak, Balin asked curiously:

"Why are you wearing a cloak? It's not raining!"

Moen glanced back at the moonlight behind him and said:

"I don't know how to deal with it yet."

"I don't understand what you are saying at all."

The dwarf Balin shook his head.

"It's alright, friend, this is just my personal matter."

Moen turned around and asked:

"You said there was a mess behind the door, and then you found that tentacle?"

"It wasn't just one, it was many, and judging from the marks, it seems that countless tentacles emerged from the lake and attacked those guys!"

"But my friend, don't you know about the monster in the lake?!"

Moen nodded and said:

"I don't know, but I have a rough idea of ​​the answer."

"Really? Let's go then."

Bahrain held up a nightlight and walked forward.

Moen suddenly stood still.

Then it dawned on me:

'I, the King of the Moon, created this gate.'

"Bahrain!"

"What's wrong?!"

"Let's go back!"

"what?!"

The dwarf, who had already walked some distance, froze.

But seeing Moen resolutely put on his cloak and turn back, Balin had no choice but to follow again.

Between two holly trees, before a tranquil lake.

The cold moonlight shone on the door that appeared on its own.

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Moen left the secret passage, and only the bright, cold moonlight still shone between the two holly trees.