The clammy white mist covered the earth, the grass, the branches, the rocks, and the towering mountain peaks in front of them, the top of which could not be seen as far as the eye could see, all of them were stained with a layer of water.

The early morning sun swayed down from the sky, but it was difficult to penetrate this layer of fog, and in the shadow of the mountain, the square in front of the door, which was still very lively last time, was also very cold at the moment, and Liao was uninhabited.

It seems to reflect what is happening to the dwarves here.

The serene procession of bighorn deer stepped onto the flat ground of the square, emitting a continuous tapping sound that even reverberated faintly.

A dwarven scout had already gone to report, and because of this, the heavy gate of steel had been opened, and a red-haired dwarf wearing a short brown and yellow robe and a gold belt at his waist came into view.

'Your Majesty is welcome, and my father is already waiting in the hall. He bowed in greeting, his voice low in his voice.

The Firebeard Clan sent troops of 10,000 people this time, and they were full of morale before the expedition, but they were full of contempt and disdain for the equally short orcs.

As a result, before they arrived at the predetermined place, they were suddenly stunned by the blow, and it is not difficult to imagine how they feel at this moment.

Charles nodded at him, and then led the belt into Nogrod.

I came here for the second time, but the atmosphere was very different from the last time.

The fire under the stone bridge was dim, and the shadows reflected in the surrounding beehive-like rock caverns were much thinner, and the sound of gold and iron was still there, but it sounded more than a little slower.

The footsteps spin all the way down, through the underground square.

When he arrived at the King's Hall, he saw King Norgrod sitting alone on his throne at the end of the hall, his reflection elongated by the light of the torches on both sides, making him look dim and lonely.

For a moment, Charles thought that his children and grandchildren were all dead.

But when the belt stopped outside the hall and motioned for Charles to step in, he knew something.

The old king was quietly alone at the moment.

As he stepped in, his voice deliberately became a little heavier, so the Humpty Dumpty King, with his head down, looked up at Charles as if he had been awakened, and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Welcome, my elven friend." ”

Thinking back to the last time, it wasn't that long ago, and the energy of the Humpty Dumpty King presenting the crown in front of him was still as good as yesterday.

Now it looks like a real old man, short and sluggish, and it seems that all the essence and energy in his body have been drained.

Charles subconsciously thought of the blessing he had uttered according to the elven etiquette last time, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but on the surface he still seemed polite.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty Guntidum."

The Dwarven King waved his hand decadently, and beckoned the golden belt waiting outside the hall to bring a chair to the Charles.

Just as Charles sat down, and before he could say anything else, the dwarven king sighed as if he couldn't hold it back.

"Mahal must have taken a nap in the West, otherwise how could such an unfortunate thing happen to his faithful people? That damn mountain giant......"

Don't look at this very old man, but in fact, since he was born, it has been basically smooth, and there have been very few setbacks, let alone such huge setbacks.

In fact, it's not just him, judging from this trip, the entire Firebeard Clan is like a frosted eggplant, wilting.

This is actually understandable, after all, the losses caused by this operation are not small, thousands of dwarven soldiers are lost in the Blue Mountains.

As a result, the enemy did not lose a single hair.

The Mahal he refers to as Ori in the Elven name is one of the Western Villas who created the land, mountains, gems, and all minerals of Alda.

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

Olli is also the creator of the Dwarven race.

Charles smiled reluctantly at him, then cheered up and said, "Although our clan has suffered heavy losses, those orcs in the mountains still need to be cleared by troops, and I have discussed with Azaghar before and decided to bypass the damned stone giant, but this is a long way to go, and may need the help of the Nando tribe." ”

This means that the elves have been invited to war.

Charles did not refuse, although the location of the orcs in the Blue Mountains was very far away from Nando's chosen base camp, if the orcs were really allowed to penetrate the Blue Mountains, Nando would be affected sooner or later.

This is what he has always believed.

Obviously, after this sudden blow, the dwarves no longer have the conceit they had before, or the capital of conceit.

In fact, in addition to the bad luck of the dwarves, there are also reasons for their carelessness.

The path of the dwarves of the two tribes hides a behemoth like the embodiment of a mountain, but these people who claim to be very familiar with the blue mountains are unaware of this.

As a result, it was impassable due to the presence of giants on the road, and the dwarves' decision to die would be cut open by the blocked road, but it was chiseled on the giant, directly waking up the sleeping giant.

The consequences were obvious, but they crushed countless dwarves to death by turning over, not to mention the enraged mountain giants who got up and chased after them.

The dwarves who were beaten and cried for their fathers fled in panic, and less than half of the army finally returned.

Charles was glad that he had sent fewer elven scouts in the past, and that he hadn't been affected too much because of his separation from the dwarven army, otherwise he would have wilted.

But this kind of happiness is not schadenfreude, after all, the two sides are allies.

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

……

After arguing with many details, Charles got up to take his leave, and the old king dragged his wilted body to see him off, but before the two of them could get out of Nogrod, a dull trumpet sound suddenly rippled through the rock!

The horn sounds regularly, but it seems very urgent!

Charles was stunned when he heard this, and King Norgrod, who was beside him who was nagging that he would have to run for revenge after dealing with the orcs, stopped abruptly.

Charles looked down, and the other party's face changed dramatically at the moment, "That's Beregost's distress signal!" ”

With that, he hurriedly turned his head and shouted at the beehive-like rock wall of Nogrord, the voice that echoed through the abyssal city-state was extremely rough.

After a while, I saw the dwarves who had been scattered in various holes in the rock wall** running out one after another, wearing armor, straddle long axes, and running on the curved and steep steps, gathering outside.

Something seems to be wrong.

The elves were a little dazed by this, and they followed the large army to the square outside, watching as the dwarven army quickly assembled, and the captain of the guard behind them asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, we ......"

"Inform the army on the banks of the Aska River to be on standby." Charles whispered, then looked at the old king in his suit, and said, "Let's follow." ”