The wet and cold white mist covered the earth, grass, branches, rocks, and the towering mountains in front of me. I couldn't see the thick mountain on the top. Everything was stained with a layer of water.

The morning sun shines down from the sky, but it is difficult to penetrate the fog. The shadow at the foot of the mountain was the lively square in front of the door last time. It is also extremely cold and uninhabited at this moment.

It seems to reflect the current experience of the dwarves here.

The neat and orderly large-horned deer team stepped onto the flat ground of the square, making continuous tap sounds, and even echoed.

A dwarf scout had already gone to report, and therefore, the heavy steel-cast door had opened at this time, and a red-haired dwarf wearing a short brown robe and a gold belt led a group of waiters into his eyes.

‘Welcome to your hometown to visit, the father is already waiting in the hall.” He bowed and greeted, his voice could not be hidden.

The Huosu clan sent troops this time, with a full morale before going to war, and he was full of contempt and disdain for the same short orc.

As a result, before they arrived at the scheduled location, they were suddenly stunned by a blow. It is not difficult to imagine how they were feeling at this moment.

Charles nodded at him, then entered Nogrod under the golden belt.

I came here again, but the atmosphere this time is completely different from the last time.

The fire was dim under the stone bridge, and the shadows reflected in the beehive-like rock caves around it were much thinner. The sound of gold and iron clashing still sounded more than one step further.

The footsteps rotated downward and walked through the underground square.

After arriving at the King's Hall, I saw that there was only King Nogrod sitting alone on the throne at the end of the hall. The torches on both sides shone the light, stretching his reflection, making it look dull and lonely.

It was empty here, and for a moment, Charles thought that all the children and grandchildren were dead.

However, when the golden belt stopped outside the hall and signaled Charles to walk in, he knew something.

The old king thought he was alone.

As he walked in, his footsteps deliberately increased a little, so the short and fat king with his head lowered down raised his eyes toward Charles as if he was awakened, and pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a forced smile, "Welcome, my elf friend."

Thinking back to the last time, it was not long ago, the short and fat king in front of him was still as energetic as yesterday when he presented the crown.

Now he looks like a real old man, with a short body and a sluggish body, as if all the energy and spirit in his body were removed.

Shire subconsciously thought of the blessings he said last time according to the elf etiquette, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but on the surface he still seemed polite.

"Please mourn, His Majesty Gongtidumu."

The Dwarf King waved his hand in a decadent manner and called the golden belts that were waiting outside the hall to bring a chair to the Charles seat.

But Charles had just sat down and before he could say anything else, the dwarf king sighed as if he couldn't hold it in.

"Mahal's crown must have taken a nap in the West, otherwise how could his loyal people encounter such an unlucky thing? That damn mountain giant..."

Although this person is very old, he has been basically smooth since he was born. He has encountered few setbacks, let alone such huge setbacks, which makes him look like this at this moment.

In fact, it was not just him. Judging from this trip, the entire Fire Beard Clan was like a frost-beating eggplant, and it was wilted.

This is actually understandable. After all, the losses caused by this operation are quite large, and thousands of dwarf soldiers were lost to the Blue Mountains.

As a result, the enemy didn't even lose a single hair.

The Mahal he mentioned is called Aure in the elves. He is one of the Western Vera, creating the land of Arda, mountains, gems and all minerals.

Later generations, Sauron and Saruman, both Maiya, had followed him.

Aoli is also the creator of the dwarves.

Shire comforted him a few words, and the other party smiled reluctantly, then cheered up and said, "Although our tribe suffered heavy losses, the orcs in the mountains still need to send troops to clear them. I had discussed with Azaghar before and decided to bypass the damn stone giant, but the journey was relatively long and it might require the help of the Nando tribe."

This means inviting the elves to participate in the war.

Charles did not refuse. Although the orcs in the Blue Mountains opened the road very far from the base camp chosen by Nando, if the orcs were really asked to penetrate the Blue Mountains, Nando would be affected sooner or later.

This is also the idea he has always believed.

Obviously, after this sudden blow, the dwarf no longer had the kind of conceit he had before, or the capital of conceit.

In fact, in addition to the dwarves being really unlucky, this disaster also includes reasons for their carelessness.

There was a huge creature like a mountain incarnation hidden in the route of the two tribes of dwarves, but these guys who claim to be very familiar with the blue mountains did not know this.

As a result, the existence of giants on the road was unpassable. The dwarves decided to die and chisel the blocked road, but they were chiseled on the giant, directly awakening the sleeping giant.

The consequences were obvious, but after turning over, countless dwarves were killed, let alone the angry mountain giants stood up and chased after them.

The dwarves who were beaten to cry and cry for their parents fled in panic, and the army they finally returned was less than half.

Charles was very glad that he sent fewer elves scouts, and he was not affected much because he was distinguished from the Dwarf troops, otherwise he should have been depressed.

But this kind of gratitude is not a gloating, after all, the two sides are allies.

In addition to visiting the dwarves, Charles came this time to ask about the specific situation and discuss what to do next.

But it is obvious that dwarves need a rest time to adjust their state, so don’t think too much in a short period of time.

...

After negotiating many details, Charles stood up and said goodbye, while the old king dragged his sluggish body to see him off. As a result, before the two of them had walked out of Nogrod, a dull horn sound suddenly penetrated the rocks and slid.

The sound of the horn is regular, but it seems very rapid!

Charles was stunned when he heard the sound, and King Nogrod's words, who were nagging beside him, waiting to deal with the orcs, must go to revenge after he was dealt with.

Charles looked down and the other party's expression changed drastically at this moment, "That is a distress signal from Beregost!"

His face was gloomy for a moment, and he suddenly turned his head and shouted at the beehive-like rock wall of Nogrod. The sound echoed in the abyss city-state seemed extremely rough.

After a while, the dwarves who were originally scattered in the caves in the rock wall ran out, wearing armor and long axes, running around the curved and steep stairs, gathering outside.

Things seem to be a little bad.

The elves were a little confused about this. They followed the large army to the outside square, watching the dwarf army gather quickly, and the captain of the guard behind them whispered.

"Your Majesty, we..."

"Notify the troops on the Aska River bank to be on standby at any time." Char whispered, then looked at the short and fat old king in the guise and said, "Let's follow."
Chapter completed!