For the Elves, their favorite thing to do every morning was to watch the sunrise from the top of Dawn City. The snow-capped mountains were dyed gold by the light of the rising sun. How could the word "spectacular" be enough to describe it?
When the afternoon sun started to heat up, the Elves preferred to go to the lower levels of Dawn City. Spots of light seeped through the gaps between the branches. The water lilies and lotus flowers on the ground of the wetland exuded bursts of fragrance. All kinds of fish swam around in the clear water as if they were floating in the air. The texture on the surface of the pinewood under the water was also clearly visible, like a dream.
Glorfindel finally recovered from the pain caused by Paul's ink. However, his hands and feet were now shackled by the Elves' special shackles made of grey thorns. The sharp thorns pierced into his body and were sealed by the divine power of the Sun God Sin'dorei. He could not escape even if he had wings.
Glorfindel had calmed down by now. His attitude was still firm and cold. According to the custom of the Elves, they were absolutely not allowed to kill their own kind in public, let alone a holy Twilight Elf.
At present, the ones escorting him weren't elves, but a group of valiant elite dwarven warriors. Beside them was Sheyan, who was leisurely walking with his hands clasped behind his back. Melody was escorted by several elven elders with the highest prestige and strength in the tribe, walking in front. However, Melody would occasionally turn her head to look at Sheyan, and smile sweetly and blissfully.
As Glorfindel was gradually escorted to Woodland City, he immediately felt an indescribably strange power at work. This incomparably strange power was so vast that it occupied at least half of Dawnlight City's surface area!
Glorfindel's vision and experience could be called a hero of his time. He quickly noticed that at the roots of most of the Seawoods, there was an egg-shaped object about half the height of a human. This should be the reason why Dawn City was so prosperous.
That's right, Dawn City and even the entire wetlands around it were exuberant with vitality. Part of the reason was the use of a large amount of rare materials plundered from Rivendell, but the main reason was the eggs of the Ocean-freak of Moria that were scattered all over the place.
Naturally, after Brother Paul occupied the pitiful Ocean-freak Moria, he definitely wouldn't be fond of those eggs that weren't related to him by blood. This was an animal's instinct, just like how an African lion king would unhesitatingly bite to death a lion cub that wasn't sown by him.
At first, he used the Ocean-freak of Moria's eggs to cultivate another kind of aquatic plant. At that time, Dawn City was designed in the style of an exquisite garden. After obtaining the wealth of Rivendell, he replaced the Ocean-freak of Moria's eggs with Seawoods and built the magnificent Dawn City. That was how he was able to build such a magnificent city in such a short period of time.
After walking on the vine road in Dawn City for nearly half an hour, they began to enter the gorge. At this time, the gorge had become a vast swamp country. However, walking on it with a vine bridge as the path, it still had a unique style to it.
At this time, sweat began to drip down Glorfindel's forehead. The more he walked forward, the more uneasy he felt. This feeling made him feel an indescribable sense of fear. However, Glorfindel did not want to show any weakness and forced himself to endure it.
Soon, the group turned a corner and entered a naturally formed cave. The terrain here was higher, so the water could not reach it. This was originally the territory of the Balrog, but now that the ruler had become the Dwarves, the Gimli tribe had sent at least 500 skilled craftsmen to this place.
The nemesis of these rocks quickly dug out a Dwarven settlement here. The Dwarves were very satisfied with the geothermal energy here. It was very convenient for them to forge all kinds of tools. The warm beds were also more comfortable when they slept at night.
As for the original owner of this place, Balrog Blackash, the Balrog, also appeared in front of Glorfindel.
But in a way that no one could have imagined.
Glorfindel could see that a gigantic magic formation had been constructed in the cave where Ocean-freak Moria hatched her eggs. The magic formation was made up of seven different magic formations, and each of them was a masterpiece crafted by the Dwarves with their blood, sweat, and tears.
Of course, the materials used to construct this magic formation were very precious. Glorfindel was very familiar with some of the materials because he had seen them in Rivendell's warehouse more than once.
At this moment, the Balrog was placed above the magic formation. Its entire body was covered in a layer of black rock shell formed by the condensation of lava. There were many cracks on the shell, and from the cracks, one could see a soul-stirring red red surging. From afar, it looked like a huge egg.
A total of seven chains embedded in the rock wall were tied to the Balrog's body and hung it in the air. These chains were very thick and strong. They glowed with a faint green light. Each lock was the size of an adult. What was even stranger was that the chains were actually densely packed with strange runes that could be seen from time to time. After the Balrog's body flashed with a red light, it would be evenly distributed to each of the chains and then be transported into the distance.
Glorfindel immediately understood why this place was as warm as spring even though it was under a snowy peak. The Dwarves had captured the Balrog and started absorbing its life force to transfer to the surrounding land! This explained why the swamp's water temperature was unusually warm. The miraculous rise in the surrounding climate naturally made sense too.
"Oh right!" Glorfindel suddenly thought of something that almost suffocated him.
"If they could capture the Balrog, then the Mines of Moria must be nearby! Back then, the dwarven kingdom had migrated here precisely because of the rich mineral veins. However, the Balrog had caused this place to be abandoned. This meant that the threat of the Mines of Moria had been eliminated, and the dwarves could naturally successfully enter this ancient place once again! Doesn't that mean that the damned City of Dawn already has the foundation to cooperate with the Dwarves?! "
Glorfindel's guess was right. Sheyan's previous plan had always been intertwined. He summoned Paul the Octopus, subdued Ocean-freak Moria, then set up an ambush with lightning speed. He let the two Giant Octopuses capture the Balrog, then used the rich mineral resources in the Mines of Moria to attract the Gimli tribe. Under the huge mutual benefit, the establishment of the City of Dawn naturally received the full support of the Gimli tribe. Otherwise, how could the few followers of Melody be able to accomplish such a great feat?
At this moment, everyone had already entered the cave beside the mountain where the Balrog was imprisoned. This was a cave excavated by the Dwarves. Inside, a deep radiance shone. Sheyan first looked ahead, then spoke to Melody in a gentle voice.
"I have something to discuss with Mr. Glorfindel. His pants are too dirty. I need to clean them."
Melody obediently replied with an "Oh" and left with her two followers. After she left, Sheyan's lips curled into a sneer. He waved his hand and the elite Dwarven warriors began to search Glorfindel's body. It was a simple and crude act. To put it bluntly, they stripped Glorfindel of all his clothes.
Glorfindel began to roar crazily.
"You fool, how dare you humiliate a Twilight Elf like this!"
The other Elven elders also had ugly expressions when they heard Glorfindel's roar. However, Sheyan sneered and said.
"You call that an insult? Then what are you going to call hanging me? I'm a very petty person. I will remember anyone who threatens me. I will definitely find an opportunity to take revenge! "
Since Glorfindel was prepared to cause trouble, he must have a lot of high-quality equipment on him. Of course, Sheyan could not use this equipment. However, the other Elven elders and Dwarves seemed to be very interested. Sheyan's expression was very cold. He then looked at Annenia Cyathea and nodded slightly.
Annenia Cyathea was Melody's trusted aide. He looked at the motionless Glorfindel and sneered. Then, he took out a tree branch and dipped it in his own blood. He started to draw strange magic runes and patterns on Glorfindel's body. Drawing these patterns obviously took a lot of energy. After drawing half of Glorfindel's back, Annenia Cyathea was already out of breath.
Sheyan looked at the remaining Elven elders and sneered.
"What we are going to draw now is the secret code bestowed to Melody Sunstrider by Sin'dorei. It's called the Soul-Absorbing Array! Drawing it will consume a lot of MP. Elder Annenia Cyathea can't do it alone. Fortunately, he has already drawn a rough outline, so we will need your help next. "
One of the Elven elders suddenly said angrily.
"I reject this barbaric act. It's a blasphemy and insult to the traditions of the Elven race!"
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