Chapter 324

Fort lakstark, a prison cell in the southwest region, is a separate two-story building.

Night has fallen, and the magic lights in the building shine brightly.

Welsh Ballas, the legendary Dragon Knight, has had a bad time recently. It should be said that every day has been so painful since he was defeated and captured in the depths of the renwall mountains.

As the Marquis of the eilanfaro Empire, crowned by the legend of the balas family and the commander of the Silver Dragon Knights, he was escorted to the rumored "ice fortress", the lakstark fortress of the ice dwarf clan, by a little guy who did not know his race.

Later, he stayed in this clean and tidy room with Phelan and Greta as if he had completely forgotten. Except for the daily meal time, he could hardly go out.

"I hope the Lord modrian can meet us as soon as possible." Wales gently stroked Greta, who had been young for a long time.

"Then what price do we have to pay to be allowed to leave?" Greta opened her mouth and spit out a small dragon breath, which flashed away like fireworks.

Wales was silent, with a bitter smile on his firm face, redeeming the legend? The cost of this may be difficult to express in words.

"In fact, uncle doesn't have to worry too much. Since they choose to capture us rather than kill us, there must be a reason." philan, sitting at the wooden table in the room, said softly, with an inexplicable emotion in his face.

There was a great bank in the depths of the renwal mountains. When he shot, he happened to see a virtual shadow, just like the reflection of a giant tree, which has been engraved in the depths of his soul.

With just one blow, he completely defeated uncle Wales and Greta, and even forcibly interfered with the space secret technique released by the silver dragon.

"Maybe you'll summon us soon." Phelan looked out of the window at the fortress building, which was also the destination of their trip -- [fortress of ice] lakstark fortress.

This fortress recorded in history has long been occupied by Baron modrian, and the restoration and reconstruction is more majestic.

I wonder if this is good or bad for the Empire? Recalling what he had seen all the way during the escort, Phelan had ripples in his heart.

The rise of the legendary forces in Stoke and the existence of that great man are all things that the Empire should consider and face.

Looking at the most outstanding successor of the baras family, Wales showed a relaxed look. Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is to lose heart completely. It seems that Phelan has not fallen into failure.

He agrees with Phelan's words very much, but the current situation is not very good. He doesn't know when it will end

In the dark night, the lights were dim. Wales saw three figures coming from the steps not far away from the window. The blonde youth in the middle showed a sense of dignity. On the left side was a silver haired old man with old-fashioned aristocratic temperament, and on the right side was a guard with a body position behind and wearing silver and white armor.

"It's the Baron modrian!" philan said aloud when he came to the side of Wales and saw the blonde young man who had fought side by side. "It seems that he is talking to us about some conditions tonight."

However, to his surprise, uncle Wales and silver dragon Greta looked at the silver haired old man with a dignified look as if they were deeply on guard.

"Do the two on his side know the origin?" Welsh's voice faintly trembled. He felt a threat from the silver haired old man and the middle-aged guard, especially the silver haired old man with a walking stick, which brought him an inexplicable sense of fear.

"Sorry, uncle Wales, I only met Baron modrian once, and the other two didn't know each other." Phelan shook his head and said. From the performance of Uncle Wales and silver dragon Greta, the silver haired old man obviously has very unusual strength, at least the strength of a high-level legend.

At the moment, Swein noticed the gaze of his eyes, slightly turned his head to look at the building, smiled, then turned his head and continued to chat with modrian about the expansion of irvindale town.

It's also a coincidence. After hearing Zhao Xin's report, modrian remembered the legendary invader captured by Timo from the renwal mountains. Quinn said that his strength was extraordinary and almost escaped from aion's hands.

Then he went out of his study and walked this way. On the way, he just met svein from [knoxtola]. For safety reasons, he also brought svein to talk about the expansion of irvindale town.

The topic stopped in front of the two-story building in front of us. The magic light reflected the figure of the three people and pulled out a long shadow.

Two trefari soldiers standing in front of the door saluted modrian slightly and opened the door.

Huh? Entering the room, modrian saw a strange and familiar figure waiting for the strong man of the aranfalo Empire who had been seen in lakstark fortress at the beginning.

"Indeed, it is the influence of the elanfaro empire. Except them, no one will invade the Valoran from the depths of the renwal mountains." modrian was motionless and had ripples in his heart.

But the temple knight in front of him no longer looked like he used to be. A dark red trace crossed from the left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth and directly destroyed the handsome face.

When Phelan saw modrian looking at his face, he didn't care. He whispered, "this is the scar you left me. I haven't forgotten it yet."

"By the way, I'd like to introduce myself, philan baras, the Viscount of the eilanfaro Empire, the Templar of the snow temple!"

Immediately, Phelan introduced to his uncle Wales and silver dragon Greta respectively: "this is my uncle, Wales baras, the Marquis of the elanfaro Empire, the commander of the Silver Dragon Knights, and a legendary champion."

"Silver Dragon Greta, my uncle's contractual partner, an adult silver dragon, comes from Silver Dragon Valley."

A very simple introduction, but it has an unusual meaning. They explain their identities and give Baron modrian all the information in front of them.

Don't be suspicious or afraid to start suddenly, because they represent the forces behind them.

At the smell of the speech, modrian looked slightly puzzled. He really didn't expect that the identity of the captured intruder was very difficult. It seems that he wants to deduct Timo's gold shield. What does it mean to throw it to lakstark fortress without interrogation?

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In the town of irvindale, Timo sneezed gently while drinking Mead in his favorite pub. His plush face looked strange. Is anyone talking about him?

But it doesn't matter. I've completed all the tasks assigned. Hum, no one can stop Yodel's leisure time!

"Well... I haven't heard that guy Bobby's joke for a long time. I miss it!" Timo picked up the small glass in front of him, drank sweet Mead, missed his friends playing together, and the wine made in the barrel of gulagas.

"Hmm?" Timothy looked around at everyone he had seen. He seemed to notice their dissatisfaction, but he didn't care. This is Valoran collar, my Timothy's place. No one can do anything to him, even if... Well, modrian can do something to me.

Many mercenaries in the tavern have greatly changed their dissatisfaction with the little guy sitting alone in front of the bar from his earlier actions to his inner dissatisfaction now.

People, especially mercenaries living outside, should learn tolerance and acceptance. After all, they were beaten countless times, and then the guard army in the town pretended not to see it. They knew the little guy's terrible background.

The strength of Valoran collar during the turmoil of the kingdom not only surprised and frightened the nobles, but also deeply admired and feared these mercenaries.