The silent black streets, covered with a shallow layer of dust, accompanied by a cold breeze, kicked up a little dust, confusing everyone's vision.

Modrian: They continued to move deeper into the fortress of Lakstak, not the previous straight along the main road, this time with a purpose.

The deeper he went, the fewer corrosive monsters he saw, but the black mist that filled the air became thicker and thicker, faintly touching Bobby's [Steadfast Demeanor].

The Shadow Streamers' attack range also began to shrink, and the dark tattoos engraved on their bodies were a little dim, not only due to combat attrition, but also to resist the black mist.

The speed of the march increased, and after the Modryen and the others crossed a dilapidated alley, the black mist suddenly solidified, as if the resentful and angry soul was roaring silently at the Mordrian people.

The cold and biting feeling was like a fresh breeze blowing through his body, and Modrian couldn't help but shiver, and at that moment, he felt the extreme cold temperature of winter.

As if sensing something, a scarlet glow flickered around the body, and the life energy in the body suddenly began to operate on its own, dissipating the cold energy in the blood that remained after the blow.

Hum!

Poppy snorted, and the golden light was like a raging flame, suddenly emitting a scorching temperature, baking the thick black mist that gathered closer.

Snort! Snort! Snort!

Like a blazing fire, the black mist that had just condensed was instantly evaporated, and the range of [Steadfast Grace] spread outward, providing a certain amount of speed blessing for Modrian and the Shadow Stream Disciples.

"Lord Modrian, be careful, something is wrong around you." Bobby wrinkled her cute nose and said in a deep voice.

Oren's hammer swung in a gust of wind, and Bobby rolled her purple eyes, carefully observing her surroundings.

She felt a lot of negative energy fill the area, not only the black mist, but also some unknown energy hidden in the air.

Hearing this, Modrian's brows furrowed slightly, he lowered his head and looked at his body, as if the cold feeling had disappeared, but he could still clearly feel the extremely cold temperature left by the brush.

"Robbery, did you find anything?" Modrian turned his head to look to his right and asked.

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

"Rich negative energy, and there is also a cold aura that belongs to the dead."

The dead? Could it be the undead? Modrian's face was solemn.

The matter of the Abyss Passage has not yet been clarified, and now that the breath of the dead has been discovered, this trip to Lakstar Fortress is really full of 'fun'.

"Let's go, move on, I want to see what kind of existence it is, is it a demon or an undead?" Modrian lowered his armor, revealing only a pair of brown eyes, indifferently scanning the deeper and deeper streets.

The change in the environment inside the Lakstak Fortress slowed down Modrian's progress, but it also showed that they were not far from their true destination, otherwise there would not have been so many changes.

At some point, the dim magical light was already engulfed in mist, and only a golden glow moved slowly.

About two hundred meters ahead, what appeared in Modrian's field of vision was a rough building as black as ink, the building was not high, about five meters, and the pure color brought a sense of solemnity, but the strange thing was that this building revealed a cold and terrifying feeling.

Without Modrian's command, the shadows on both sides turned into shadows and quickly approached the building.

The delicate patterns are carved into the heavy iron door, and the strokes are perfectly connected to each other, meandering to depict a sleeping unknown creature.

The curled horns are upside down, the fine lines are densely covered, the half-closed eyes are lifelike, and from a distance, there is a faint condescending gaze, making the gaze seem to be being noticed by some great being.

"Dwarven God!?" Modrian vaguely remembered that it was one of the dwarven gods recorded in the ancient books, and it was also the most widely used for carving.

"Looks like it's time to go!"

And the shadow streamers in front don't care about this, they are the believers of the shadow stream, the only one who is loyal and faithful is the lord of the shadow stream, and the fanatical mentality can make them ignore the faint coercion.

Squeak!

With a long grinding sound, the shaft of the heavy iron door was slowly pushed, revealing a dim and deep palace.

Then the shadow stream disciple Huo Ran widened his pupils, and even the two shadow stream disciples in the front couldn't help but take a few steps back, and a trace of panic appeared.

Corpses, corpses all over the ground.

The solemn palace hall was covered with the corpses of many races, layered on top of each other, as if stacking Arhat codes in every corner of the hall.

Occasionally, you can see the damaged unknown metal on the pale and dilapidated skeletons, and the magic lines are faintly visible, and even the ruthless time has not worn out these seemingly extraordinary magical items, but only adds a bit of eerie to the place.

"What's going on?" Modrian followed from behind, and he saw the uneasiness of the Shadowlings.

It's just that when he also saw the corpses on the ground in the power-on hall, his eyes instantly tightened, and his white face became even paler.

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

The indescribable scene was the most terrifying scene he had ever seen, far more eerie and terrifying than the bloody wars he had ever experienced.

The corpses on the ground were stacked on top of each other, turning into skeletons and bones in the merciless baptism of time, densely covering the vast palace hall.

Judging from the size of the skeletons, most of them are ice and snow dwarves, a few are humans, and a few unknown races are huge.

"It's a complete túshā!" Zai Wubi said with certainty.

Based on the so many corpses scattered in front of him, he made an estimate in his heart that at least thousands of people would have to die to form such a death scene.

For he had seen such a picture in the war in Ionia, far more than the number of people here, the corpses were buried in the Yipo River in the province of Barouo. {Where the Noxian Empire conducted indiscriminate túshā on Ionia.} }

"And someone has been here, not so long ago!" The traces of strangers were found, not demons, not undead, but living humans.

The grim figure suddenly dissipated into a shadow, and then appeared in the left aisle of the palace hall, where a row of obvious human footprints was visible on the dusty pavement.

He carefully examined the marks left behind, and his eyes under the black armor narrowed slightly. "There are about fifteen people, and the direction is behind the palace, which may be the same as our goal."

The goal is the same, is it an abyss passage?

Modrian gave an interesting look, it seemed that there were survivors of the battle in the fortress of Lakstak, otherwise those people would not have known the location of the abyss passage so clearly, and they would not even erase the traces left by themselves.