Chapter 127

The silent black street is covered with a shallow layer of dust, accompanied by a cold breeze, stirring up some dust and confusing people's vision.

Modrian and his men continued to advance toward the depths of lakstark fortress. Unlike before, they went straight along the main road. This time, they went purposefully.

The deeper you go, the less corrosive monsters you see. On the contrary, the diffuse black fog becomes richer and richer, which vaguely touches Bobby's [firm style].

The attack range of shadow flow disciples also began to shrink gradually. The dark tattoos engraved on their bodies were somewhat dim, not only the battle consumption, but also the resistance to the black fog.

The speed of the journey accelerated. After they crossed a damaged alley, the black fog suddenly solidified, as if the spirit of resentment and anger made a silent roar to the modrian people.

The chilly feeling was like a breeze blowing through his body. Modrian couldn't help shivering. At that moment, he felt the extremely cold temperature of winter.

It seemed to notice something. The scarlet light flickered around the body, and the life energy in the body suddenly began to operate autonomously, dispersing the cold energy in the residual blood after blowing.

Hum!

Bobby snorted coldly. The golden radiance was like a raging flame. Suddenly, it sent out a hot temperature and baked the rich black fog gathered near.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Just like cooking oil, the newly solidified black fog is evaporated in an instant, and the range of [firm style] spreads outward, which also provides a certain speed blessing for modrian and shadow flow disciples.

"Lord modrian, be careful. Something's wrong around you," Bobby said in a deep voice, wrinkling his lovely nose.

The hammer of Oren waved and brought a strong wind. Bobby turned his purple eyes and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

She felt a lot of negative energy filled this area, not only those black fog, but also some unknown energy hidden in the air.

Hearing the speech, modrian frowned slightly. He lowered his head and looked at his body. It seemed that the cold feeling had disappeared, but he could still clearly feel the extremely cold temperature left by the brush.

"Rob, did you find anything?" modrian asked, turning to the right.

The shadow flickered, and the robbed figure quietly emerged, still maintaining a cold appearance. His arms crossed in front of his chest, and the sharp blade glowed with snow-white cold light.

"Strong negative energy, but also the cold smell of the dead."

Dead? Is it the dead? Modrian's face was solemn.

The matter of the abyss passage has not been clarified, and now we find the smell of the dead. This trip to lakstark fortress is really full of "fun".

"Let's go and move on. I'd like to see what kind of existence it is, devil or undead?" modry placed the lower armor, revealing only a pair of brown eyes and glancing indifferently at the deeper and deeper depths of the street.

The changes in the environment in lakstark fortress slowed down their progress, but it also showed that they were not far from their real destination, otherwise there would not be so many changes.

I don't know when, the dim magic light has been swallowed up by the fog, and only a touch of golden brilliance moves slowly.

About 200 meters ahead, what appears in modrian's vision is a rough building as dark as ink. The building is not high, about five meters. The pure color brings a sense of solemnity, but strangely, the building reveals a cold and terrible feeling.

Without modrian's command, the shadow flow disciples on both sides turned into shadows and quickly approached the building.

The exquisite patterns are carved on the heavy iron door, and the strokes are perfectly connected, winding to depict a sleeping unknown creature.

Qiu Qu's sheep horn is rolled back, with fine lines, and half closed eyes are lifelike. Looking from a distance, it vaguely forms a condescending look down, which makes the gazing person seem to be noticed by some great existence.

"Dwarf God!?" modrian vaguely remembered that it was one of the images of dwarf God recorded in ancient books, and it was also the most widely used image for carving.

"It seems to be a place!"

The shadow flow disciples in front don't care about these. They are shadow flow believers. Only the shadow flow Lord is loyal and believes. Their fanatical mentality can make them ignore the light coercion.

Squeak!

With the long friction sound, the shaft of the heavy iron door was pushed slowly, revealing a dark and profound palace.

Then the shadow flow disciples glared at their pupils, and even the two shadow flow disciples in front couldn't help but step back, and a flustered look appeared.

Corpses, corpses all over the ground.

The solemn and solemn palace hall is covered with the corpses of many races, stacked one after another, as if the code were in every corner of the hall.

Occasionally, the damaged unknown metal can be seen from the pale and dilapidated bones, and the magic lines are looming. Even the ruthless time has not erased these seemingly extraordinary magic items, but added a bit of gloom and terror here.

"What's the matter?" modrian came up from behind. He saw the uneasiness of the shadow stream disciples.

But when he also saw the corpses on the ground in the electrified hall, his eyes tightened and his white face became more and more pale.

Even though he had heard of tens of millions of massacres in his previous life, it was far less terrible than what he had experienced.

The picture that cannot be described by words is also the most terrible scene he has seen so far, which is far more strange and terrible than the bloody war he has experienced.

The corpses on the ground are stacked one after another. In the merciless baptism of time, they turn into skeletons and are densely covered with wide palace halls.

Judging from the size of skeletons, most of them are ice dwarves, a few are human, and the vast number of unknown races with huge size.

"This is a complete massacre!" he said with certainty.

According to so many scattered corpses in front of him, he estimated in his heart that at least thousands of people would die to form such a death scene.

Because he had seen such a picture in the war in Ionia, far more people than here. Those corpses were buried in the Yipu River in Baluo province. (the place where the noxas Empire massacred Ionia indiscriminately.)

"And someone came here, not long ago!" rob found the traces of strangers, not demons, not undead, but living human beings.

The cold figure suddenly turned into a shadow and dissipated, and then emerged in the left path of the palace hall. There were a row of obvious human footprints on the dusty road.

Rob carefully examined the traces left, and his eyes under the black visor narrowed slightly. "The number is about fifteen. The direction is behind the palace. It may be consistent with our goal."

The goal is the same. Is it the abyss channel?

Modrian showed an interesting look. It seemed that there were survivors in the battle in lakstark fortress, otherwise those people would not know the location of the abyss channel so clearly, and even the traces left by themselves would not be erased.