Chapter 123

In lakstark fortress.

Modrian crossed the bloody battlefield and filled the air. The smelly smell stimulated his sense of smell. He had to give up the search for booty and leave the area as soon as possible.

In fact, he had a hunch about the search for booty, and probably got nothing.

Before the battle in the tunnel, he would patiently look for it after the battle, but he didn't harvest a piece of magic equipment. He didn't even see the weapons and equipment containing magic fluctuations.

This makes him a little helpless. In the uncertain situation of stoke Kingdom, he needs enough blue essence to deal with unknown changes at any time.

But everything in lakstark fortress seems to be ordinary under the merciless baptism of time.

The road of exploration continues, and modrian will not give up. This legendary fortress will certainly have other gains. The party will move slowly along the main road.

Empty and silent streets, rotten and collapsed buildings, and sometimes black dust cover everyone's sight.

Several gray towers stand in the distance, which are vaguely connected with the fortress wall, with different degrees of damage. Among them, the farthest tower is almost toppled and only relies on the unknown cylinder in the middle to support the tower body.

Taverns, hotels, shops... One building after another disappeared behind. Modrian wanted to go in and search, but his strong beating heart told him that there was a fatal danger lingering in the fortress.

As modrian went deeper and deeper, he saw more and more buildings with different functions, constructed this magnificent fortress together, and told of his prosperity.

However, he also found that the architectural style of ice and snow dwarves is somewhat similar to that of the Knox Empire, with the same ruggedness, the same emphasis on functionality and the same lack of beauty.

......................

End the battle on the main road again, but this time it's not fighting with the heavy dwarf knight. From the fallen bones, it should be the mercenaries stranded in the fortress hundreds of years ago, most of them are human, and some are other races.

Modrian moved slightly and got rid of the blood on the gray gun. He was not a spoiled noble Lord. His own training, dreus's teaching and the memory inheritance obtained from the Weapon Master's records. If you're not polite, he can look down on most of the great knights with the strength of knights.

Of course, including weapons and equipment. Modrian silently added this sentence to his heart.

"Bobby, how far are you from us?" asked modrian. Not long ago, Bobby was acutely aware of an extremely evil smell in lakstark fortress.

"I can't determine its location. The smell of evil is erratic. Maybe it's not far from us?" Bobby closed his eyes and felt it. Then he opened his eyes and said with some entanglement. The other party seemed to be aware of her existence.

Seeing this, modrian rubbed Bobby's head, smiled and said, "let's have a rest first. Since it doesn't show up, we're not in a hurry."

The dim and yellow light shines on the surrounding buildings, reflecting granular black dust. Outward, there are those black fog that have never left. Like living creatures, they carefully touch the golden brilliance released by Bobby.

Once the feeling of burning and evaporation appears, these black fog will quickly shrink back. After a certain time, they will test again. In this cycle, it is like studying the golden energy.

Relying on the cleared gravel, modrian looked at the black fog with great interest. He knew that it was the strange existence behind it, trying to collect information.

After the battle with the heavy dwarf knight, rob told him that someone was spying on them.

In this regard, modrian began to pay attention, but with the existence of robbery, his actions seemed redundant, and the power of the shadow was also eroding the black fog.

Shaking his head, modrian gave up his attention and casually browsed the desolate and dilapidated buildings around him.

Most of the buildings in lakstark fortress have signs or nameplates, which are usually hung on the edge of the wall, or directly form a style similar to the door head of previous generations and put on the top of the building.

In terms of characters, most of them are common languages in mainland China, and a small part are dwarf characters. (the dwarf race has its own dwarf language, civilization history and divine beliefs.)

However, modrian did not know dwarf characters. Even though he had soaked in the library of Harriman castle for a period of time, his mediocre talent only made him remember some historical biographies and relevant knowledge of dwarf fortress.

He is not a buried talent as the outside world says. He still has mediocre talent, but the existence of the system masks these things.

As a jumper, he needs to understand the history and civilization of caladimos, at least in his mind.

The library of Harriman Castle perfectly provided these for modrian, so he thanked count Raphael and Lambert who left.

Where is it!?

A special-shaped building like a stove attracts modrian's attention. Its location is directly opposite the street.

On the edge of the broken fence hung an unknown metal nameplate, full of copper green and mildew.

No... er... Blacksmith!?

Modrian recognized the words on the nameplate intermittently, vaguely familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

When he looked down and thought, he saw the gray shield and gray gun in his hand. His spirit was suddenly shocked, and he remembered.

In the notes of the gray shield and the gray gun, there is the same sentence. Maybe... Maybe... It has something to do with the Noel blacksmith shop in front of us.

(the description of the gray shield and the gray gun in the remarks is made by Noel Giles, a master of ice and snow dwarves. They are one of his favorite works. They can form a magic suit with each other.)

Generally speaking, a blacksmith who can name his own blacksmith shop must be a casting master, not to mention a casting master from the dwarves. (dwarves are born blacksmiths. The equipment they cast is famous in caladimos.)

Modrian is a little excited. There may be additional gains in Noel blacksmith's shop in front of him, but

A flicker of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He had to consider hiding in the dark and peeping at their strange existence. If there was an accident in it, he was sure that the strange existence would not miss such an opportunity.

When modrian clenched the gray shield again and wanted to give up his inner thoughts, he could not help shaking his head and laughing when he looked at bobby in front of him, the shadow flow disciples scattered around him, and the robbery standing behind him.

"What am I afraid of?"

After leaving Peres castle, the world taught him that this is the era of strength first. Whoever has a big fist is the truth.

He also relied on strong heroes and elite heavy cavalry to destroy many enemies and stand in the north of the kingdom.

"At least for now, my fist is big enough, so......" modrian walked firmly to Noel blacksmith's shop, and the remaining corners of the Raptor cloak dragged a purple glow.