Huh? Are they all real?.

The last dwarf king was naturally the King of Turin!

Upon hearing his people's response, the King of Turin laughed loudly and then spurred his giant wild boar to charge forward.

“Follow me charge!!!”

The Imperial Guards immediately followed the king and charged forward.

Even with their wounds bursting open and blood gushing out, the dwarf elders on the fortress still covered their throats and shouted with red eyes:

"Open the city gates and charge with His Majesty!!!"

The gates of the royal capital burst open, and dwarf soldiers charged out.

Even every dwarf in the city who could still pick up a hammer rushed out.

The King of Turin is ahead. The Dwarf King has returned for His people!

In this situation, no dwarf could remain calm.

Under the onslaught of the King of Turin and his Imperial Guard, the Holy War Army, though not routed, crumbled at the slightest touch.

Those thousands of remaining soldiers were immediately scattered and few were left.

Watching the holy warriors fall one after another and the dwarves grow increasingly frenzied.

The legion commander finally remembered what Moen had said earlier:

'If you don't believe me, you'll see if Aurora comes for you.'

Even after Moen said that, he continued to mock the other person's ignorance.

But now.

With a glimmer of hope, the legion commander shouted hoarsely towards the distant horizon:

"His Majesty!!!"

As long as His Majesty can come, they will immediately rally and, like the dwarves, fearlessly follow their respective lords into a mighty, epic battle.

His shouts reached the pure white temple.

The tall and majestic king also pulled out his huge twin swords stuck in the ground and slowly stepped forward.

He wanted to respond to the warriors' expectations.

However, a pair of fair and gentle hands grabbed His arm from behind.

After a brief silence, the king put down his twin swords.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield of Seven Hills, the light that represented dawn was shrouded in dark clouds.

The light shone only on the dwarves.

The answer is already obvious.

Lady Aurora will not be coming.

The legion commander stood there forlornly, then the dwarf Balin smashed his head with an iron hammer.

He fell heavily to the ground.

With the death of the legion commander, the Holy War Army finally could not hold on any longer.

The undefeated holy war army tasted defeat for the first time.

This was also the first time a rout had occurred.

They are not afraid of death, but when the king appears on the opposite side, and they cannot wait for their king.

Their confidence completely collapsed.

Watching the fleeing jihadist army and the dawn disappearing overhead.

Moen shook his head and said:

“Aurora doesn’t love anyone, she only loves herself.”

Chapter 119 A Friend Before Me (4k)

Under the leadership of the Royal Guard and the King of Turin, the undefeated Holy War Army suffered a complete defeat.

It wouldn't have been this simple, but when the King of Turin stepped forward while their king and god did not appear.

Everything becomes very simple: an army whose faith has collapsed is utterly ineffective in combat.

The battle ended completely when the last remnants of the Holy War army fled into the ruins in disarray, driven away by the dwarves.

Several agile falcons soared into the sky and quickly flew away from the smoke-filled and brutal battlefield. They would tirelessly bring the final outcome of this war to the rest of the people in the distance.

Moen, watching the falcons depart, believed that the dwarves from the other regions would soon follow suit.

Their doubts have been answered, and they will know what to do.

Just like the Seven Hills Dwarfs today.

Normally, once they get here, Aurora would completely give up on Seven Hills.

But under normal circumstances, Moen hadn't really had much contact with Aurora, that woman.

But Moen knew very well how shameless and vicious this woman was.

In addition, there was information obtained from Miss Benalana.

Moen felt it was necessary for him to stay in Seven Hills and observe for a while longer.

Of the seven seals of the Blood Moon, only the one at Qiqiu remains.

The war is not over yet.

But what exactly does that woman want to do?!

Gazing into the distance, Moen fell into deep thought.

As for what the jihadists say about creating a truly gentle and peaceful world...

Moen didn't believe it. Anyone could think that way, except for that woman, Aurora.

It's better to believe in the evil god's repentance than to believe in her.

The latter at least actually happened.

In the church of fire and ice, the utterly irreverent one who had committed the seventeen deadly sins sincerely repented, and then cut off his own head as atonement.

The head fell to the ground, and the blood formed a spring.

The wounds He brought to the world were healed from that point on.

To this day, that church still holds miracles that represent repentance and healing.

In short, that woman Aurora is definitely plotting some evil scheme.

However, there was simply too little information available, and Moen had no idea how to begin analyzing it, so he could only shake his head and put it aside for the time being.

Looking at the dwarves cheering below, Moen smiled as well.

At this point, Moen had one of his three chances remaining.

The time that just passed was short, but it ultimately brought forth the history of a king.

Therefore, in just this short period of time, Moen had wasted two of his opportunities.

Even Moen's time was exceptionally long, because his connection with the other party was indeed very close.

Logically, Moen should have ended all of this by now.

This is the choice that best serves my interests.

However, looking at everything below, Moen ultimately chose to give up this last chance.

There are always things that come before personal gain, aren't there?

Thorin and His Kingsguard should take some time to look at their descendants.

Amidst the ruins of the battlefield, Thorin Ironfoot had stepped down from the boar and was carefully observing the dwarves gathered behind him.

The dwarves knelt before Him in awe, but after a moment, Thorin laughed and pulled them up, embracing them one by one.

The rest of the Kingsguard did the same, gazing at their descendants with astonishment and seriousness. Then, just as their king did, they embraced their children with great warmth.

Ancestors and descendants, warriors and warriors.

The Kingsguard here, and even King Thorin of Turin, did not live to see the beautiful world after the war before they left one after another.

Moen felt this was far too cruel for the warriors who fought to the death for the freedom of the living.

Fortunately, there is now at least a chance to make amends.

Seeing what was happening below, Moen applauded from the bottom of his heart.

Thank you for the beginning, thank you for fate.

This didn't last long; the Imperial Guards slowly turned into phantoms and disappeared onto the grassland.

Thorin was the last to leave. The dwarf king reluctantly released his kinsman from his embrace, patting him on the shoulder. Then, facing Morne on the fortress, the dwarf king raised his fist once more:

"friend!"

Moen did not go down, because he felt that this last bit of time should be left for the dwarves themselves.

Seeing his best friend raise his fist in the end, Moen also raised his fist.

They exchanged a final fist bump.

King Turin finally left satisfied.

To be able to see one last time of one's people, meet one's dearest friends, and fight for one's homeland so many years after death.

This was already an immense stroke of luck for Him and all the Royal Guards.

Watching the vanished King of Torino, Moen smiled, then sadly lowered his head.

"friend."

I'm all alone now.

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Although the departure of His Majesty the King of Turin and his ancestors left the dwarves feeling lost for a while.

But the dwarves quickly recovered from this state.

Because they won, and they won under the leadership of a king who shouldn't have been there.

No matter how you look at it, this deserves a proper celebration.

That very evening, they held a huge celebration in the capital.

The way the dwarves celebrate is something most other races would find unacceptable.

Because their favorite sound is the sound of a hammer shattering solid ore.

This turned into a major disaster for Ms. Lily, who had excitedly run out to see what was going on.

Elves have exceptional hearing; their ears can even hear the sound of the wind.

That's why, not long after she left, Ms. Lily was sent back by the dwarves, her vision blurred.

Knowing the dwarves' habits well, Moen made a hasty escape and fled into the palace.

He certainly enjoyed the celebrations, but he couldn't resist the dwarves' celebrations.

Especially in this situation, his dwarf friend would definitely be dragged off to use the heaviest iron hammer to break the hardest ore.

Just thinking about it makes Moen's scalp tingle.

That was true before, and it still is now.

But the palace was also filled with jubilant dwarves.

To avoid being forced to smash stones, Moen had to use a mix of excuses and official business to say he was going to check on the Blood Moon's seal.

Ahead of Moen, Balin and the dwarf elder, whose throat still slurred, were both unhappy that Moen was leaving the celebration at such a time.

"Friend, are you really not going to give it a try? Good heavens, that's a secret gem I've never seen in my life. It would be so exciting to hit it with a hammer!"

You mean that secret gem that once knocked out the teeth of an evil dragon?