Chapter 124

Noel blacksmith shop is a dark red special-shaped building. Its architectural style like a stove has a unique feeling in lakstark fortress.

The broken crimson wall is carved with countless small and exquisite animal stone carvings, which are occasionally mixed with many flame patterns. Its lifelike appearance is like a raging flame, which has not been extinguished even in ruthless time.

"Safe!"

The shadow flow in front waved, and then modrian and them stepped into the blacksmith's shop.

It is still the same dark red building, but compared with the outside, the internal buildings are obviously much more intact, especially the last building. You can vaguely see that there are many dust stained but extremely perfect furnaces inside, as if there were no signs of damage.

Modrian followed the steps of the shadow stream disciples and went deep inside. Different from the imagination, there seemed to be no corroded monsters here. They easily approached the last complete building in Noel's blacksmith's shop.

A burning stove is carved on the gray metal door. Next to the stove is a dwarf holding a heavy hammer, who seems to be forging equipment.

Looking up slightly, modrian looked at the door in front of him. Those exquisite stone carvings still maintained a special feeling after the baptism of time. It was obviously made by the master.

In particular, the door handle is carved into the shape of a hammer, and the place connecting the door crack is carefully tattooed with a little spark, just like a hammer pounding the metal, with flames everywhere.

Squeak!

The thick and decaying gray white door shaft squeezes and rubs against the door wall, making a harsh sound. A wisp of cold breeze blows, blowing the golden brilliance. It can't help swaying, and the light is slightly dim.

Modrian was alert and stopped at the door to watch. There was a gray workshop. The long extinguished stoves were orderly scattered everywhere. Semi finished molds could be seen everywhere. It seemed that there was no time to put them away because of some urgent things.

Looking inside again, a lifelike oil painting hung on the wall facing the gate. It showed that an old dwarf was penetrated by a dark golden giant sword and nailed to the gray wall. The black blood wound to the bottom of the wall.

wait!?

He noticed a strange phenomenon. The light black fog was slowly eroding the 'oil painting', a dead object.

Whenever the black fog wants to approach and touch the "oil painting", there will be a flash of dim and extreme brilliance, tenaciously resisting the black fog.

"This... Doesn't seem to be a picture?"

Modrian stared and carefully observed the dwarf skeleton. The dark golden giant sword penetrating the skeleton was about 5 meters away from the ground. After Bobby approached, he could clearly see the shadow reflected on the opposite side. (golden light shines on dwarf corpses and dark golden giant swords.)

Buzz! Buzz!

When they stepped into the gray workshop, there was an inexplicable tremor. It was visible to the naked eye that the black fog surrounding the dwarf skeleton was slowly receding, as if they were afraid of something.

With the passage of time, the chattering sound is connected into pieces, turning into waves of tides, beating the wall continuously.

"Be careful, Lord modrian!" Bobby stood in front and looked solemnly at the dark golden sword, where the source of the trembling sound was.

The golden light filled the purple eyes, and Bobby touched his left hand to his waist, where a small Taupe round shield was pinned.

[steel Ambassador]!

[steel Ambassador: Bobby throws her round shield at the target to gain an attack distance bonus and deal additional magic damage. The round shield will fall on a nearby area. When Bobby steps into the area, he can get a protection effect. (the enemy can destroy the round shield)]

A touch of grayish brown light draws an extreme arc in the air. Its terrible speed compresses the air and forms a clear trace. The target points directly at the dark golden giant sword.

A slight energy fluctuation appeared on the dark golden giant sword, and the dead old dwarf slowly raised his head, his closed eyes did not know when they had opened, and the turbid pupil reflected a fast gray brown round shield.

The stiff left arm lifted up slightly, flexed his fingers to the taupe round shield, and in an instant, a ray of orange red energy hit the round shield accurately.

Clang!

The taupe round shield fell to the ground and bounced back and forth, making a clear sound.

"Human?"

The old dwarf looked at modrian in a strange tone, with a touch of strangeness and indifference.

After saying this, he did not continue to speak, but lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a few seconds, the old dwarf raised his head again, looked at the protected modrian in the center and whispered, "human nobles? It seems that we have failed. I don't know what the situation of lakstark fortress is now?"

Compared with the strange tone before, the old dwarf now speaks the correct continental lingua franca.

"Gray shield, gray gun, I didn't expect to see them again. Is this to witness his glory before death?" the old dwarf put his turbid eyes on the gun blade and shield in modrian's hand, revealing some sentimental words.

Modrian's heart moved and responded, "is your excellency master Noel Giles?"

"Huh?" the surprised look flashed on the gray face. Noel Giles, the dwarf foundry master, showed a trace of memory.

"It seems that my name is not buried in the loess, but remembered by the long river of history."

"Human noble, can you tell me something about the outside? I need to judge something by this." Noel Giles told slowly, with an unnatural request in his tone. He had been trapped here for too long and was eager to understand the outside world.

Surrounded by a silent atmosphere, modrian said nothing. He looked at the old dwarf in front of him. He didn't fully believe each other's words, even if the gray shield and gray gun in his hand were really from each other.

"Don't worry, human nobles, in order to resist the erosion of those black fog, all my strength has been exhausted in a long time," Noel Giles said helplessly. "Even blood is given to the sword of dark flame battle mark."

"I don't want to be the running dog of the abyss. It's a disgrace to the ice dwarf clan!"

Dark flame battle mark sword!

Modrian's eyes inadvertently glanced at the dark golden giant sword that ran through the body of the old dwarf. He had read some introduction to the sword in books.

The inheritance weapon of ice and snow dwarf clan, a powerful weapon with legendary color!

But because of this, his heart was full of doubts. Why did the inheritance tool of the ice and snow dwarf clan run through the body of the casting master belonging to the ice and snow dwarf clan?

"Human nobles, if you don't mind, you can listen to the old man tell a story about the ice dwarf clan." Noel Giles saw modrian's doubts and slowly told the World War I of destruction that had happened in lakstark fortress.

Noel spoke very fast, but his sentences were clear and orderly. He slowly described the changes that took place in lakstark hundreds of years ago for modrian