Chapter 128

The golden radiance permeated the thick and solemn palace. Modrian looked at the surrounding buildings. There were not too many decorative colors. The pure black color, coupled with the rough style, was indeed in line with the vision of the ice and snow dwarfs.

Then he looked at the corpses in the dense hall and thought that the cold smell of the dead should come from this. This is at least good news for him. At least he doesn't have to worry too much about the existence of the so-called dead.

Waving, the shadow stream continued to explore, followed by modrian and Bobby, into the path on the left of the palace.

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"The sound... Someone is coming!"

Philan baras looked back at the steel throne and the palace path on the other side. His face under the blue armor was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet other teams in this ice fortress.

"How could it be!" said Kitty daller, who was surprised. Then he realized his gaffe and resumed his hypocritical smile, but there were waves in his heart.

It's a surprise that in addition to the surviving ice dwarves, there are still people who know the existence of lakstark fortress. It seems that the information obtained by the torture guys is not accurate. (torture Institute, a subsidiary of the military intelligence service of the eilanfaro empire.)

"I'm sorry, philan. I've lost my manners," kitty said, bowing slightly, and then turned to the place where philan's eyes pointed, where there was a slight sound of footsteps.

"Alert!" the cold voice echoed, Phelan frowned slightly, and his brown eyes locked the entrance.

After receiving the order, the heavy armor Knight belonging to the snow and ice temple came forward with a shield. The ice blue light flowed on the surface of the heavy armor, and the forest cold breath slowly covered the hall.

As the chief officer of the military intelligence department, Kitty also waved decisively. The military intelligence elites who are proficient in the way of assassination spread out, and small blue bows and crossbows appeared in their hands. They are blue magic bows and crossbows carefully made by goblin craftsmen, with amazing lethality.

In the deep and dark palace path, modrian and them are moving forward slowly. The golden light shines on the darkness, and they can vaguely see the illusory light at the end of the road.

With the end of the journey, modrian found that he was watching their blue team not far from the intersection. The smell of Sen Han made him think of the smell of the dead he had experienced before.

Just feeling the surging life energy, his face suddenly became dignified. Those knights in blue heavy armor were all extraordinary knights, especially the tall heavy armor knight in the middle of the formation, which made him feel a fatal sense of danger.

In addition to these, there are scattered guys with blue bows and crossbows. They are not simple characters. At least those bows and crossbows glitter with a faint magic brilliance.

After the two teams met, they were looking at each other, and their inner thoughts could not be obtained. Taking this opportunity, modrian quietly observed the surrounding environment.

Compared with the majestic and solemn palace hall outside, it looks a little ordinary. The gray and black inner hall is dilapidated, and there are residual battle traces everywhere, even

Modrian looked up at the sky and could vaguely see the shadow world. The roof of the inner hall was completely broken through in the battle hundreds of years ago.

He only saw such high-intensity fighting traces in the undead God of war SAIN, or in the battle of Aaron's hills, SAIN showed that he was born into the most powerful war weapon of the Knox empire.

Looking forward, modrian saw the end of the inner hall, a steel throne standing on a three meter high stone platform.

The hammer building behind the throne collapsed, scattered gray and black stones were stacked on one side, and a little dust stained the back of the throne.

The most attractive are the dwarf sitting on the steel throne with his head down, and the blood red array engraved on the three meter high gray stone platform.

The damaged armor covers the dwarf's strong body. The detailed texture engraved on the armor is cumbersome and mysterious. At the same time, there is a silver crown on the top of the head, emitting a faint silver gray brilliance. Surprisingly, the equipment is so gorgeous, but the hands are empty.

Modrian looked down and put his eyes on the stone platform almost covered with blood red lines. It seemed that he was sealing something, but he could not feel it, but he could vaguely feel the inexplicable restlessness and panic.

Some familiar feelings, once experienced in the renwall mountains, seem to be the murmur of evil and chaos.

Very similar!

"It's really rich negative energy!" I don't know when, rob has put down his hands in front of his chest, and his deep eyes lock the blood red array.

The power of shadow itself is a kind of negative energy, which helps to identify the energy nature in the seal.

"If the guess is right, it should be the place where the abyss channel is sealed, full of temptation and tyranny, and a trace belongs to the... Dwarf!"

After listening to the analysis of robbery, modrian looked more dignified on his white face and said, "this is the place where Master Noel guided. It's never wrong. It's just..."

He refocused his eyes on the blue team not far away. He had never seen the standard armor, the strange smell, and how did the other party enter lakstark fortress?

The situation became more and more tense when both sides were confused and vigilant, and almost reached a hair trigger situation. (if you meet someone in an empty fortress, everyone will be hostile to the inexplicable team.)

However, just at this time, a small collision of armor sounded, and the source was the Iron Throne.

The urgent situation suddenly dissipated, and both sides focused on the steel throne at the same time.

As the aborigines of kaladimos, as the Terrans, they have a natural hostile relationship with the abyss, not to mention their inexplicable and strange existence.

The blood red Dharma array covered with gray stone platform began to tremble, and the dwarf sitting on the throne was waking up.

"Human nobles? Templars of the temple? I smell blood and flesh!" a strange voice filled with temptation sounded in the inner hall.

Modrian immediately changed his look. He felt a sense of deception from his soul, which suddenly appeared, making him inexplicably want to be close to the Iron Throne.

Boom!

Bobby brandished the hammer of Oren and smashed it on the black ground. The roaring sound dispelled the decadent sound of temptation. The golden brilliance of [firm style] spread violently, washed out the light black energy hidden in the air, and awakened modrian and shadow disciples at the same time.

On the other side, a dark blue glow bloomed like frost in the inner hall. Ice edges slowly appeared in the damaged building corners, and the air began to be filled with white cold.

"Eh!? the power of ice and snow!"

"And a dwarf? A dwarf?"

"But don't worry about this. Anyway, it will become my blood food after breaking the seal and supplement the consumed energy." the strange temptation voice sounded again, but this time there was another low voice of virtual meat.

"Leave... Here... Abyss channel... Seal... To be... Broken!"

The dwarf sitting on the steel throne slowly raised his head. His bearded face was a little scary, half normal, but half painted with blood red lines.

As like as two peas in the red blood array of Shitai,

Modrian's eyes locked tightly on the dwarf on the throne, only because the face was very similar to one of the information pictures sent to him before master Noel dissipated.

The guy named holy!

Stephen St. Rupert Garcia!