On March 17, 1457 in the year of the Starfall Ephemeralis year, the Lenwall Mountains were stormy.

A drizzle seeps through the shadows and lands on Lakstak Fortress, cleansing the turbid air and crumbling buildings.

The extreme darkness dissipated, and a faint and falling brilliance fluttered above the sky like a banner of victory.

All was over, and there was silence in front of the blood-red stone platform, where the Iron Throne had broken in half.

The last struggle of the Abyss Passage was to no avail, and after losing the assistance of the Abyss Lord, its strength began to slowly shrink, with a vague sense of reluctance and greed.

{Stewart is like the positioning of the abyss of original sin, once Stewart dies completely, it will lose the coordinates of the invasion, and the energy that devours Stewart is just an instinctive reaction of the abyss, after all, the taste of legend is quite rare, which can also see the characteristics of the abyss, chaos and evil. }

The dark green data link converged his eyes, and Modrian shook his head slightly, coming to his senses, he didn't expect that abyssal demon Stewart would actually play the trick of soul plunder, worthy of being a legendary demon known as the soul controller.

Unfortunately, unlike ordinary noble lords, he not only has two heroes under his command, Hammer Ephem Bobby and Shadow Stream Lord Calamity, but also has systematic favor himself.

The Grim Reaper smiles at Stewart, so the victory is his.

"Now, then, we need to find out how those people got into Lakstar Fortress and which side they belong to." Modrian turned his head to look at the other group of people who had survived in the inner hall at this moment, and the other party was also looking cautiously and vigilantly.

The situation is clear, the common threat has been cleared, but the fruits of victory have not yet come to enjoy.

"Ice Temple, God of Ice and Snow Storm!" Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, and there was a slight ripple in his heart.

If the Abyss Demon hadn't lied, then he could probably confirm the roots of these people in front of him.

These people should be from the Elanfaro Empire, a strong enemy in the north of the Stoke Kingdom, no, it should be said that it is a mortal enemy!

The hatred of the Ten Years of Great Patriotic War still looms over the northern part of the Kingdom of Stoke, as evidenced by the hundreds of thousands of Kingdom soldiers stationed at the Gate of Sorrow.

"So, is the Elanfaro Empire preparing to carve out a direct path from the Lenwall Mountains to the Stoke Kingdom? Get around the door of grief. Modrian's thoughts were racing, and the mere presence of these people in the fortress had already made him extremely vigilant.

Especially the Templars mentioned by the Abyss Lord, he still vividly remembers the terrifying power of his eruption, and he is definitely a terrifying knight powerhouse.

"It's just that why are they here, and if the road is opened, shouldn't they go straight over the fortress of Lakstak? Rather than exploring it. ”

Once this rather elite team enters the radiant territory of Fort Digwo, it will definitely have a great impact, and even cause other sāoluàn.

After all, Darius and the others had just defeated the army of the Noble Alliance, and if they faced the invasion of this team, he didn't dare to imagine the final result. {Modrian's damage to Noxian soldiers can be known through the system's battle damage report.} }

"I'm sorry, 'buddies' who fought side by side! This is my territory, and most importantly, the existence of Lakstar Fortress cannot be known to outsiders, at least not for now! Modrian restrained his other emotions and looked indifferently at the visitor from the Empire of Elanfaro.

Whether it is his own pioneer knight who is about to carve out a territory belonging to the capital, or his current identity and future development plans, everything is closely related to the Stoke Kingdom.

So.........

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, when both were weak, Modrian took the lead in attacking.

"Charge!"

"Trample!"

The Raptor Cloak regained a purple glow, and Modrian ran forward with his gray shield, aiming for the blue knights.

The shadow stream disciples who followed him turned into shadows and dissipated, and a sharp shuriken stabbed abruptly at the vigilant military flag from different directions At this moment, an invisible confrontation bloomed in the inner hall of the palace.

Rumble!

Gray and white tearing nothingness, Modrian's face was cold, the killing intent was not disguised, his wrist flicked, and the tip pierced the opponent's neck accurately, and the red blood was a little bright.

With the blessing of luxurious equipment, his strength has formed a crushing momentum against these Azure Knights, and almost no one can take his offensive, and the killing kicks off in red.

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

On the other side, in front of the collapsed blood-colored stone platform, the fragmented magic circle firmly blocked the abyss passage with the remaining brilliance, and the sulfurous abyssal aura slowly drifted away.

Seeing that Modrian was fine, Poppy withdrew his gaze and looked at the Templars in the Ice Temple in front of him, his eyes full of vigilance, and his hands clenched Oren's hammer.

Philan Baras, who had everything in his eyes, showed a wry smile, he didn't expect that because of the instructions of the bishop who left, such an unexpected situation would appear, the abyss passage, the legendary demons, and the unknown forces that appeared in the fortress of Lakstark.

The silver greatsword once again burned with the power of the Ice Storm, and he didn't dare to hold back the slightest bit, as the human assassin who had strangled the legendary demon had once again disappeared without a trace.

"I'm sorry." Firan Barras looked at the Ice Knight who was struggling in the distance, his pale face with a hint of shame.

The azure cold air seemed to be entangled and engraved with a variety of magic patterns under his feet, spreading from his legs to his body and head in the blink of an eye.

The azure light condensed, and Firan Ballas took a light breath, he looked at Bobby and the calamity that appeared behind him, and said solemnly.

"The Ice and Snow Temple didn't think it through this time, but I remember you, and I look forward to the next meeting, I will take off your head and hang it in front of the temple."

Firan Barras seemed to remember Bobby and Zai, her brown hair hanging down in front of her forehead, her pupils full of both.

Then, an azure light suddenly bloomed, enveloping the figure of Firan Ballas, as if it was about to cross the distance of space, tearing through the transparent walls of nothingness.

"Want to go?" The figure of the robbery emerged from the shadows, and the eyes under the black armor revealed a faint killing intent, and there was a trace of weakness hidden in the depths.

[Shadow Mystery! Blades】

The pitch-black shuriken was mixed with the power of the shadows, like a mysterious meteor in the night, stabbing towards Firan Ballas in the distance.

The shadows converging at the tip of the blade spun rapidly, tearing out a clear trail before slamming viciously into the azure glow.

Uh-huh!

In the next moment, the azure figure vanished, leaving only the sound of a painful struggle and the blood-colored solidified frost showing the traces of what had existed.