"The current royal capital, minor nobles and commoners don't know what happened to the temple yet. But if the Forging Temple, which has not been touched for thousands of years, is demolished, this matter will not be hidden. The king's voice was full of concern, "Whether it is described as a false god invading the temple to pretend to be a god of forging, or whether the nobles and the temple are on fire and suffering heavy casualties, I can't tell you about it. This will directly hit the dwarves' loyalty to the kingdom and their belief in the god of forging. ”

Luo Ling said: "But according to Bo Hawkes's words, if these soul marks are not eliminated, the dwarves of the entire royal capital will be constantly replenishing the energy of that pseudo-god, so there is no way to eliminate it." ”

The king said, "Maybe we can come and replace the stones with soul marks slowly. ”

Xiao Chen held his chin, looked at the door of that temple and thought for a while, "Maybe I have other ways to solve this problem." And by the way, it can also solve some of your troubles. ”

"What way?" asked the king.

"I needed a bigger warehouse and a big enough rock. Xiao Chen said.

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Three days later, in a place in the central square in front of the dwarven palace, a huge cloth shed appeared, and surrounded a very tall thing, which was more than ten meters high and seven or eight meters square in length and width. It was surrounded by layers of the King's guards, expressing a sense of tension as if they were facing a great enemy. And just around the guard, there was a wooden platform more than a meter high, on which a podium and a loudspeaker circle were prepared, and some ministers of the kingdom, temple priests and court attendants stood on it waiting for something.

The central plaza in front of the palace is the largest open space in the lower part of the canyon, closer to the central axis of the lava river than the location of the forge temple, and can be clearly seen from both sides of the canyon. Normally, dwarves under the beard of five wisps are not allowed to enter the square at will, unless they are called upon or invited by the king.

But today the rule was broken, and from eight or nine o'clock in the morning many dwarves came from all directions of the valley, and if you looked closely, you would see that among these dwarves came there were a wisp of beard ranging from one to seven wisps, and they walked on the road distinctly, and in the middle part of the road only five and seven wisps of nobles and their retinues could walk. Craftsmen and peasants with one and three beards could only walk on both sides of the road, while slaves without beards were not qualified to go on the road, and they could only walk on the potholed mud at the edge of the road, or on the rocky slopes, and unless there was nowhere else to go, they dared to step on the road carefully a few times, and then hurriedly go down again. Nobles, artisans, soldiers, farmers, and slaves were informed yesterday that they must feel the central square of the palace and the nearby high ground at ten o'clock this morning.

The dwarves are the most time-conscious of all races, because there is no sun and moon running underground, so the ancestors of the kingdom placed large clocks that can keep time in several important places in the canyon, these large bells are said to be made in the era of ancient magic, with the help of human methods, and they are still stumbling and stumbling to this day.

By the time the hands on the clock crossed half-past nine, many dwarves had gathered at the entrance to the square, searched by the guards and placed in the field.

Of course, the slaves were not qualified to enter the square, they would be driven collectively to a relatively high circumference, to be able to see the position of the square, and to see what was always going on in the square from afar. The peasants and craftsmen, on the other hand, could only stand in the outermost part of the square, and in the middle were reserved for the nobility.

Even so, many of the dwarves with only three wisps and one beard were glad that this was perhaps the first and last time in their lives that they had ever been so close to the palace. Many of them did not even dare to step through the gate when they entered the square, and they were pushed in by the soldiers on duty at the gate.

Most of the dwarves did not have the opportunity to enter the square, but they were also told that they must find a place after ten o'clock where they could see the central square and listen to the king's speech.

When the time was almost ten o'clock, the square was already crowded, and tens of thousands of dwarves had already stood in the square, except for the direction of the square facing the palace gate, which was separated by the soldiers.

At ten o'clock, the gates of the palace opened, and the king, accompanied by members of the six great families, walked out of the palace into the square. To the surprise of the dwarves, there were several tall humans walking beside the king.

The king wore the Legacy Dress, a sumptuous garment made of pure gold and mythril, which resembled a robe in texture and scales, and his crown, robe, and beard were covered with precious stones, making it look like a moving pile of treasure. He held a scepter in his hand, the same ornate style of this combination of metal and gemstone, with a boxy head that looked like a long-handled warhammer no matter how it looked.

Behind him were the six patriarchs of the six great families, dressed in similar styles, except with fewer pieces of metal than the king. Further back are the important members of the major families, each dressed in a different color of family costume, arranged in six columns.

Xiao Chen and his companions also followed behind the king, slightly separated from the people of the six major families, and formed a column of their own. Xiao Chen walked slowly beside the king, today the king is the protagonist of this scene, and he is the director behind the scenes.

The king strode onto the high platform next to the huge object, and Xiao Chen, Luo Ling, and the patriarchs of the six major families walked up with him.

The king looked up at the huge object, took a deep breath, and then looked back at the nobles, who were all staring at the thing, with different expressions, some nervous, some curious, and some with some disdain. The king whispered to Xiao Chen, "I hope your plan really works." ”

Xiao Chen said: "As long as His Majesty the King tells that story well, I think it's no problem." You see, the curiosity of your people has been aroused. They will definitely listen carefully to what you have to say. ”

The king looked at the crowd of people around him and said, "If we don't do a good job, these people will be the nourishment of that monster." Now that we have reached this point, we can only pray for the blessing of the god of forging. Of course I'm really that!"