Huh? Are they all real?.

Moen's lips trembled uncontrollably.

Some deep feelings he had forgotten were trying to break through the dam that represented forgetting.

But we managed to get there before he could speak.

The hummingbird, however, seemed to realize something and stepped forward to touch his lips with its fingertip, saying:

"You don't need to say anything more, brother. The future doesn't look too good, does it?"

Moen had no answer and could only respond with silence.

The hummingbird looked slightly saddened by this.

"I see. So, you came all this way and made a point of running into me. Is there something you want to tell me?"

After saying that, she added with great thoughtfulness:

"Don't hesitate, don't worry. You've always been the one to say what to do, so just speak up, brother."

However, regarding this issue...

The only answer Moen could give was:

"No, hummingbird."

This answer seemed to surprise the hummingbird.

A moment later, she smiled again:

"I understand. I will continue to listen to you, whatever you say."

And after giving this answer.

This hummingbird, which always surprised Moen, even reached out and grabbed Moen's bracelet, and spun it around in Moen's astonishment.

Chapter 426 Anchoring from the Future (4k)

Having given Moen the bracelet, she obviously couldn't actually contact him.

She passively accepted the message from the bracelet that sent Moen on his next journey.

Therefore, Moen had no choice but to stay and ask another question.

They could only travel into the future in a state of bewilderment, unable even to take one last serious look at the hummingbird.

Unlike the previous sunshine, the silver moonlight draped over Moen, casting his shadow long and thin across the lush green grass.

Time has entered a new cycle.

The hummingbird, who had guessed who Moen was from the beginning, naturally stopped propping her pretty chin up in front of Moen.

In that instant, Moen felt a void in his heart.

It seems he has finally realized just how much he is missing.

Even so, he still couldn't remember exactly what he had severed.

It's like a huge pit suddenly appearing on flat ground. People can only see how big and deep the pit is, but they have no idea what was there before the pit appeared.

But at least Moen now knows that his lost memories are really important.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

Moen, who placed his hand on his heart, felt the heartache.

After letting out a long sigh, Moen groped his way to sit on the moonlit grass.

It wasn't until the moon had moved from one side of the mountain to the other that this continued.

It was only after Moen had sorted out his shattered emotions that he himself couldn't even describe.

Finally, I've had the mindset to think about where I really am right now.

The morning star was gone, and there was a blood-red moon that overlapped two-thirds with the original moon.

Therefore, we should now be in the second era when the Blood Moon is still alive.

It's unclear whether Blood Moon received Sals's prophecy and began establishing the Blood Dynasty in the middle of the Second Era, or in the early Second Era before a dynasty was established.

The answer to this question came quickly.

Because Moen saw a procession hurrying along in the distance under the moonlight.

It's not too far, and even a demigod's eyesight wouldn't be bad.

So Moen realized it was a dwarf army.

The team is not large, probably only two or three thousand people.

It may sound like a lot, but this is not an army; it is a group of refugees filled with the elderly and children.

Dirty clothes, a disorganized line, and skin sallow and pale.

All of this illustrates the team's predicament.

However, what surprised Moen was that, despite being a standard refugee caravan, their convoy was carrying a very rare dwarven mobile workshop in the center.

That wasn't even the simplified version commonly found in mobile workshops during the Copper Furnace King era.

It is a deluxe edition that is rarely seen even in large dwarf settlements.

So, did this group of dwarves escape from some large dwarf settlement?

If that's the case, then Moen has probably determined what period it is now.

The dwarves rose and fell three times.

The first rise to power naturally occurred when the King of the Hills in the Age of Gods was still alive, while the second rise occurred in the early Second Age when the King of the Bronze Furnace rose to power.

Then came the era of King Turin.

Judging from the behavior of these dwarven refugees, Moen estimated that it must be the early to mid-second era of the Second Age, when King Bronzeforge had only recently died.

The once-powerful Copper Furnace Dynasty collapsed with the death of the Copper Furnace King.

Countless dwarven city-states were destroyed during this period.

Tens of millions of dwarves were displaced.

It wasn't until the late Second Age, with the emergence of King Torino, that the dwarves, who were gradually declining, were brought back to prosperity.

Moen has no relation to the King of the Bronze Furnace, and he is merely an acquaintance of the King of the Hills, but Moen and the King of Torin are very close friends.

Therefore, even though the King of Turin at this moment was still thousands of years away from being born.

Moen still intended to go up and ask the dwarves if they needed any help.

Otherwise, Moen would feel uneasy.

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The dwarves at the front of the refugee caravan suddenly changed their expressions and called for a halt to the procession.

Compared to the other dwarfs who looked pale and were clearly malnourished.

These dwarves not only had very ruddy complexions, but they were also wearing finely crafted dwarven heavy armor.

Clearly, they are the armed forces of this group.

Prioritizing supplies to armed personnel during such times is clearly the right choice.

But precisely because of this, they are the first to be affected in the event of an accident.

The heavy hammer, taller than them, was removed from their shoulders and held in one hand, pointing forward as they shouted:

"Who are you? Why are you stopping us!"

"Don't panic, we are friends."

The blood moon's glow gave the normally bright moonlight a bewitching crimson hue.

In this unsettling atmosphere, Moen walked up to them.

“We don’t have any long-legged friends. So, to be honest.”

Looking at the extremely vigilant dwarf guards, and at this moment, a team of seven or eight armed dwarves finally arrived.

Moen knew that the team's situation was probably much worse than he had anticipated.

Otherwise, a force of two or three thousand people wouldn't have been guarded by such a small number of dwarves.

"Relax, I am indeed friends with the dwarves, although it's not a friendship with you. But my dwarf friend said that since I am his friend, then I am also a friend of all dwarves."

"Oh, so who are you talking about, the dwarfs?"

The slightly drawn-out tone revealed the dwarf's suspicion and distrust, something Moen was well aware of. Therefore, he took out a medal from his pocket and said:

“Thorin Ironfoot. You probably haven’t heard of him, but he personally crafted this medal and gave it to me. It’s a dwarven technique that no outsider can imitate, so are you sure?”

Medals that should not have appeared in this era have brought with them an inescapable fate.

But the master whose fate was anchored was unaware of all this.

He only felt a little irritated.

This made the blood moon's glow even more dazzling than before.

This caused the whole world to be tinged with crimson.

The changing moonlight was of no consequence to the dwarves; they simply accepted the medal from Moen with suspicion.

After passing it around, they breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to Moen, saying:

"It is indeed our proprietary technique, and the feel has not become rough due to the change of ownership. So, although we really don't know who this Thorin Ironfoot is."

"But you are indeed our friend."

The dwarf, having shouldered the hammer again, reached out his hand to Moen and said:

"Please forgive us for not having anything decent to offer, but I sincerely hope to shake your hand. In your long-legged minds, this is a sign of courtesy, isn't it?"

Dwarfs don't like shaking hands with long-legged people because it makes them feel humiliated.

But when it comes to friends, they are willing to respect each other's habits.

Moen stepped forward and grasped the dwarf's outstretched hand with utmost seriousness, saying:

"Given my current situation, I sincerely ask for your forgiveness for not being able to leave my name, but I hope I can lend you a helping hand."

"Since you've put it that way, we certainly won't hold it against you. But could you tell us what happened? Although we're not in a great situation either, what if we can help?"

Moen enjoys interacting with dwarves because they treat their friends with genuine sincerity.

Moen, who had taken a bag of bread from his waist, looked at them and smiled:

"If you really want to help me, then please accept these. You need food, right? These breads will be very helpful to you."

The leading dwarf accepted Moen's offer without hesitation:

"Thank you so much. But, may I ask if you could offer any more help? Please rest assured, my friend, once we're settled, we'll definitely repay you handsomely."

Dwarves are straightforward and honest; they tell their friends directly what they need, what they hope to receive, and what they will give back in return.

It's okay if you don't want help, just say so.

But never do anything foolish or presumptuous.

Otherwise, we will definitely lose the friendship of the dwarves.

The dwarves' temperament has never changed.

Moen, who was very clear about this, smiled knowingly even more:

"Of course, I'd be happy to help, but if it's just a matter of food, then this is more than enough."

"Is that enough? There's only one bag of bread. Ah, my friend, is this bread blessed?"

Unlike the boy, the dwarf, who had clearly been wealthy before fleeing, obviously knew more.

Although those breads didn't look very appealing.

Moen nodded in affirmation:

"Yes, this was baked by my goddess herself."

"Your goddess baked this herself? Holy Communion?! By the Primordial God, this gift is fucking outrageous, my friend!"