Chapter 120

"Are there any monsters I'm interested in? It seems that the shadow stream disciples really find interesting things!" modrian shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the silent robber on his side.

"Come on, let's go in and have a look."

Looking at the light black fog in front of him, modrian took a deep breath, and the scarlet life energy surged in his body and slowly closed his whole body.

But he didn't want a golden glow to emerge at his feet, dispel the cold in the tunnel and warm his body slowly.

And those faint black fog seemed to encounter natural enemies, completely excluded and squeezed, and could not resist the golden brilliance at all.

[firm style]!

Bobby came forward and stood in front of modrian. His gray white horse tail was slightly stained with a little golden brilliance.

"Let's go!" Bobby's blue face showed a lovely smile, like a shrewd twinkle in the Amethyst pupil.

Seeing this, modrian shook his head helplessly. Of course, he knew Bobby's mind. The little guy wanted to protect him.

Without hesitation, he followed Bobby's steps and walked quickly in the tunnel.

The light black fog in front was squeezed into the corner by the spreading golden light. After touching the golden light, the black fog without time to retreat evaporated slowly like water encountering fire.

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The battle in the tunnel is over, the low and ugly monster remains are all over the tunnel, the thick red blood is stained with the broken limbs, and the black ground is covered.

At the corner of the desolate tunnel, the shadow flow disciples controlled the battle rhythm, entangled the only three monsters, covered with ferocious scars, rotten strong bodies, and the smelly liquid in the abscess mixed with blood.

to be sonorous! to be sonorous!

Heavily armed modrian came to this bloody battlefield with firm steps. A trace of surprise flashed across his white face. It seemed that he didn't expect the shadow stream disciples to end the battle so soon.

Walking through the bloody ground, modrian went straight to the battle place in the corner, where there were residual monsters fighting.

"Hmm? It's the ice dwarves!" modrian was surprised when he saw the low monsters fighting with the shadow stream disciples.

The rotting strong body, the broken exquisite armor, and the standard weapon almost integrated with the arm seem to have seen it somewhere.

The memory is surging in the library of Harriman castle. Ancient books have recorded the weapons and equipment made by ice dwarves, which are very similar to those in front of us.

Modrian looked back again at the many monster corpses on the black ground, which seemed to be very consistent with the appearance of the ice dwarf described in the picture of the book.

Just looking at the ugly appearance of the ice dwarves, have they been corroded by some energy?

"Get rid of them!" murdrian said aloud.

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow power of the shadow flow disciples suddenly broke out and ended the boring battle. (these are living monsters specially reserved for modrian's observation.)

Hiss!

The gray gun easily tore the monster's skeleton, and the ferocious scars cracked from the monster's chest, revealing the blood red internal organs and white... Black ribs.

Black ribs!?

Modrian squatted down and ignored his scarlet eyes, which were full of confusion and hatred.

He flexibly used the gray gun to open other parts of the monster's body.

All of them are black bones. No, they should no longer be called bones. They are more like dried corroded stones, and these ice dwarves are monsters sewn up by flesh and blood.

"The cause of corrosion? But it's not right!"

Through the observation of several monster skeletons, modrian noticed a strange phenomenon. If it was really ice and snow dwarves, the blood of these corroded ice and snow dwarves was still bright red for hundreds of years, rather than the black after corrosion.

There seems to be something interesting in it. Is it related to the black fog?

Modrian looked at the still bottomless tunnel in front of him. The light black fog surged and rolled. He felt that he was approaching some right goals.

"Rob, you can feel what kind of energy it is. It can ignore the flesh and blood and directly corrupt the bones inside the body." modrian got up and turned to ask the shadow flow Lord on his side.

"It's like the power of the shadow, but it's different. It should be a special energy with some erosion characteristics." as the leader of the power of the shadow, he said slowly, pointing to the black fog suppressed in the corner by the golden radiance after a while.

"It has similar characteristics to those black fog."

After going deep into the black fog, he has gradually found out these strange energies, which are somewhat similar to the power of shadow, but have other characteristics. They are very interesting energies. He is interested in the origin of these abilities.

Maybe it can increase his understanding of his shadow power!?

Huh?

Hearing the explanation of robbery, modrian looked slightly confused and a flash of light flashed in his mind. Since the ice dwarves chose to build this towering lakstark fortress among the mountains and the existence of those black fog, does it mean that

"If the guess is correct, then this vein should have been a vein once controlled by the ice dwarves and a branch of the earth vein of lakstark fortress."

"Finally, can this tunnel lead to the interior of lakstark fortress?"

Modrian silently reasoned about the expected results. What should come will eventually come, and no one can avoid it. It is also time to find a sense of belonging for the glory of Knox that once fell into the shadow world.

Moreover, compared with the dangerous feeling at the gate of lakstark fortress, modrian obviously feels that the tunnel of this fine iron vein is much safer.

The stagnant team continued to move forward, but after discovering the corroded ice dwarves, modrian no longer dispersed the team, but gathered together to move forward slowly.

On the way forward, we met many groups of corrosive ice dwarves, but it didn't bother them.

The disciples of the shadow stream, a group of believers loyal to the Lord of the shadow stream and assassins in the shadow, show modrian's artistic killing skills.

The twisted shadow is hidden in the shadow of the tunnel, and the sharp blade reaps the fragile life silently, clearing a safe road.

With the passage of time, modrian they are going deep into the ore vein, the dark shadow is getting stronger and stronger, and the torch light on the tunnel wall is getting darker and darker. Modrian looks down at the golden light under his feet, then removes the torch from the wall and holds it in his hand to illuminate the surrounding environment.

The strong beating heart is telling him that they are approaching the final place, or the answer!