Leaving Nogrod, the road to Beregost is calm and uneventful.

Compared to the initial treatment in front of the Firebeard dwarves, the welcome that Charles received in front of the city-state of the Kuanliang dwarves was quite grand.

Before the team reached Beregost, a trumpet sounded from the pass in front of them.

Then, as they continued to cross the level, one after another loud voices came out one after another, until they reached Beregost, and the dwarf king Azaghar of the Kuanliang clan with black braids personally led his relatives outside the city to welcome the charr and them into Beregost.

Like Norgrod, the dwarven city-state of Belegost was also built by digging into the mountain, but compared to the vertical digging of Nogrod, the city in front of it was dug and built on a flat floor.

A flat road stretches from the rear checkpoint, and the mountains on both sides are high and heavy, and the "sandwiched" in the center of Bergeost seems to be a large fortress that blocks the passage of the road deeply.

Stepping through its stone gates, you can see the sun-drenched gate on the other side of the mountain beyond a wide hall, far away, but the hall leading to it is flat and straight.

The vast hall is supported by stone columns, illuminated by countless iron chandeliers at the top, and bustling with people below—it is as lively as the square in front of the Norgrod Gate, and is used as a place for dwarven and even elven visitors.

On both sides of the hall are many deep passages deep into the mountain, which look neat and orderly, not cluttered at all.

Led by the dwarven king Azaghar, the charr and his party entered one of the passages and eventually reached the king's hall.

Nothing surprisingly, after a brief negotiation, they reached an agreement in the hall that was similar to that of Norgrode.

Charles was uncomfortable with how smoothly it had been, and he even wondered if he would have another hard time before he came.

After all, in any case, the Nando are still very weak, and without additional factors, it will be difficult for them to be in an advantageous position in the negotiations.

As if he also saw Charles's doubts, at the end of the conversation, the dwarven dynasty who was about one meter five tall and had black braids grinned: "Don't be surprised, the connection between the dwarves is closer than you think. ”

Charles knew what he was saying.

He then attended a welcome dinner hosted by the Dwarven King Azaghar for their arrival.

In addition to Charles and his guards, the party was attended by many dwarven royals and nobles in the area, and even some Noldor elves who were residing here.

Dozens of tables filled the hall, and the crowd was lively.

The covenant had been negotiated, there was no conflict of interest, and the dinner was lively and harmonious.

The dwarven king Azaghar is in the prime of life, with a heroic personality but a rough and fine personality, and he seems to know the char quite well.

So much so that in the end, the two who were originally unfamiliar seemed to have become friends who had not seen each other for many years, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very friendly.

It's just that in the midst of the staggering, a little accident suddenly happened-

A four- or five-year-old grandson of Azaghar suddenly jumped onto the king's long table full of dishes while no one else was paying attention, and shouted at the end of the long table, "Etron, Etron, I want to see magic, I want to see magic!" ”

"Nonsense, come down!" Seeing this, the dwarf king couldn't help but reprimand, and even when he found out that the dwarf not only didn't come down, but also turned his back and twisted his ass at him, he was even more angry.

He wanted to teach the disobedient little grandson a lesson, but the little guy was very clever enough to run away, and this trotting made the plates in front of many dwarves break a little, and also made them start to blow their beards and stare at them, and even scold.

He had seen the dwarves jump over the table many times in the past two days, so Charles wasn't very angry, even if the little fat mound in front of him crushed his plate.

It's not that he's more generous than the dwarves here, it's just that he's a little hard at the food on his plate.

He felt that the taste of the dwarves in front of him was too heavy, not only did they put a lot of salt, but also put a lot of accessories similar to star anise, which made it smell bad to eat.

So not only did he not rise to this, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, on the surface, he seemed very magnanimous, and he also smiled gently at the little chubby dun who ran in front of him: "So what do you want to see?" ”

"Interesting, I'm going to watch interesting." The dwarf sat down in front of him and said loudly, "It's very interesting, fight Oak!" ”

The surrounding dwarves also stopped when they saw this, and their eyes were equally curious at all this.

An elven king who is good at wonderful magic is not only curious for dwarves, but also for adult dwarves, but they are not good at mentioning it. Although dwarves are not polite, it does not mean that they are completely absent.

Now the little doll is different when she says it, look, the young elf king is not even angry at all!

Charles didn't care what the others thought, and after a few glances at the little guy with a wooden sword and an iron helmet at his waist, he picked up a silver spoon in his hand and began to beat the silver cup on the table.

Ding Ding Ding Ding –

The crisp sound made the eyes of many dwarves and even the accompanying elves who came to watch here more focused, and even the dwarven king Azaghar stared at the spoon in Charles' hand without blinking.

The first few clicks were normal, but when Charles's hand holding the silver spoon suddenly stopped tapping, the crisp clanging sound continued.

More than that, the voice appeared one after another on the cups in front of the other dwarves at this table!

The sound of the symphony of gold and iron that was close at hand directly led the eyes of many dwarves on both sides of the long table to the cups in front of them, and their eyes looked at them curiously, and found that they were as if they had been hit by an invisible spoon with a handle, and they could not see anything abnormal, but the liquid in the cup continued to tremble and ripple with the sound.

This caused the dwarves to subconsciously let out a burst of muttering of wonder, and many even picked up their wine glasses and scanned every place on it, but could not find any special traces.

Their movements did not affect the crisp sound, as if the cups were tapping on themselves, whether they were placed on the table or picked up, they still repeated and continued to make sounds, and they became louder and louder.

And when the sound was loud enough to reach a certain level, water droplets with a clear light suddenly floated out of the more than twenty cups, and slowly rose in front of them under the exclamation of the dwarves!

It was actually a drop of wine, but it was dotted with white light, like a firefly flying from a hidden place in the forest.

After rising, they slowly converge in the air at a height of two meters on the long table, forming a bright and blurred water-colored figure.

The figure is less than a meter, hazy and invisible, as if the elf who has been glowing, slowly floating in the air above the long table after it is formed, and the strange fragrance is emitted.

At the same time, with her birth, a piece of singing gradually came out, echoing in the hall and resounding in everyone's ears.

"The shadow falls, and hope dissipates;"

"Make your heart as steel;"

"The dawn will come."

……

"The night is long, and the road ahead is bleak;"

"Look at the sky, the sky will break;"

"The dawn will come."

The shallow singing was ethereal and solemn, and the noisy dwarves gradually quieted down, and listened quietly with their ears pricked up.

"The shepherd is disoriented, and his home is far away;"

"Follow the guidance of the stars;"

"The dawn will come."

……

"Show your blade and hold it high;"

"Hold on to the ground beneath your feet;"

"The dawn will come."

……

"The night is long, and the road ahead is bleak;"

"Look at the sky, the sky will break;"

"The dawn will come......"

……

The singing ended, but the hall was not lively for a while, but was still quiet because of the melodious singing.

Charles had no control over how his "magic" was activated, so he was actually surprised by the song's appearance.

He wasn't very familiar with the song, but it felt a little familiar, and it was a certain part of the many memories in his mind.

It's just that although he is not familiar with it, he is also a little stunned by this singing.

That's not just because of the meaning of the lyrics, but also because the ballad in Elvish language actually comes from the earth.

For a moment, his mind was a little complicated.

The dwarves in the hall were silent for a moment, and then began to speak loudly about the magic and the singing.

Although the song made them solemn for a few minutes before, they forgot about it after the song ended.

The current dwarves don't appreciate everything in the lyrics, as they haven't had much of an ordeal since their birth.

However, the black-haired elf of the Noldor tribe, who was sitting not far from the Charr and gave him a sense of long-sleeved dancing when he talked, looked at the light and shadow that slowly dissipated in the sky, and opened his mouth, but he was already in a trance unconsciously.

With the Sacred Tree devoured in its radiance, the Noldor High King murdered, and the Elven Diamond usurped, they would rather be cruelly cursed by the Western Powers than go to Middle-earth for revenge.

Halfway through, they were abandoned and betrayed by their fellow people and left on the other side of the sea, but instead of giving up, they turned around and headed for the more difficult and cold ice fields.

Kindred, friends, close relatives...... Along the way, accompanied by brutal death, accompanied by frozen tears and faint hopes, forward, forward......

At last, when the moon first rose from the sky, they sounded the horn of their successful ascent to Middle-earth.

They then gathered their strength, recuperated, and prepared to wait for the right moment to attack the north.

However, before they could finish their preparations, the enemy was already the first to launch a surprise attack.

Caught off guard by the battle, the angry Noldor elves resolutely drew their swords and charged at the invading enemy in order to protect their new home and people.

The victory finally came after countless casualties, and the glorious battle increased the prestige of the returning Noldor tribe, and the Angban Siege that lasted for hundreds of years was formed.

Faced with the choice to stay away from the undead, the mighty with threats, the betrayed kindred, the cold ice fields, and even the godlike enemies of the North......

Without all this, no one can understand how difficult and desperate they were at that time, nor what kind of mood they had when they drew their swords in anger.

And yet this song, this song......

At this time, no one noticed his anomaly, and even Charles seemed a little absent-minded at the moment.

But the black-haired elf was stunned for a while, but silently raised the wine glass in his hand, solemnly gestured to Charles, who was not looking at him, and then raised his head and drank it all.

In the hall, the Noldor elves at the other tables did the same.