Inside the fortress of Lakstak.

As Mordrian crossed the bloody battlefield, the smell of the air irritating his sense of smell, and he gave up his search for the loot and left the area as soon as possible.

In fact, he has a premonition in his heart about the search for loot, and there is a high probability that he will find nothing.

In the previous battles in the tunnel, he would patiently search for them after the battle, but he didn't get a single magic equipment, not even weapons and equipment containing magic fluctuations.

This made him a little helpless, in the current situation of the Stoke Kingdom is unclear, he needs enough blue essence to deal with the situation of unknown changes at any time.

But everything in the fortress of Lakstak seems to have been relegated to ordinary under the merciless baptism of time.

The quest continues, and Modrian doesn't give up, and the fabled fortress is sure to have something else to offer, as the group slowly moves along the main road.

The empty streets, the decaying and collapsing buildings, and the black dust that sometimes blows up, obscuring everyone's vision.

In the distance, several tall gray towers, faintly connected to the walls of the fortress, differed in deterioration, the farthest of which was nearly toppling, supported only by an unknown cylinder in the middle.

Taverns, inns, shops..... Buildings disappear one after another, and Modrian wants to search inside, but his beating heart tells him that there is a deadly danger that haunts the fortress.

As Modrian delved deeper, he saw more and more buildings with different functions, which together formed a majestic fortress and a reminder of its prosperity.

However, he also found that the architectural style of the Ice Dwarf was somewhat similar to that of the Noxian Empire, the same roughness, the same focus on functionality, and the same lack of beauty.

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

Once again, the battle on the main road ended, but this time it was not a battle with a heavily armed dwarven knight, judging from the corpses that fell to the ground, it should be a mercenary stranded in the fortress hundreds of years ago, most of them are humans, and some of them are other races.

Modrian moved slightly, shaking off the blood from the gray spear, he was not a pampered noble lord, his own training, Darius's teachings, and the memory inheritance obtained from the weapon master's codex, to put it mildly, he could look down on most of the great knights with the strength of a knight.

Weapons and equipment, of course. Modrian silently added this sentence inwardly.

"Bobby, how far away do you perceive danger?" Modrian asked, not long ago, Poppy was keenly aware of an extremely evil aura inside the fortress of Lakstark.

"I'm not sure where it is, the evil aura is fluctuating, maybe it's not far from us, right?" Bobby closed her eyes and sensed it, then opened her eyes, and said with some confusion, the other party seemed to be aware of her existence.

Seeing this, Modrian rubbed Bobby's head and said with a smile: "Let's rest first, since it doesn't show up, then we are not in a hurry." ”

The dim yellow light shone on the surrounding buildings, reflecting granular black dust, and beyond was the black mist that never left, like living creatures, carefully touching the golden light released by Bobby.

As soon as there is a burning sensation of evaporation, these black mist will quickly retract, and after a certain amount of time, they will test again, and so on, as if they are studying golden energy.

Modrian leaned on the cleared rubble and looked at the black mist with interest, knowing that it was a strange presence hidden behind it, trying to gather information.

This had been told to him since the end of the battle with the heavily armed dwarven knights, and that someone was watching them in the dark.

In this regard, Modrian began to pay attention, but with the existence of the calamity, his movements seemed redundant, and the power of the shadows was also eroding those black mist.

Shaking his head, Modrian gave up his attention and casually browsed the desolate and dilapidated buildings around him.

Most of the buildings in the fortress of Lakstak have signs or nameplates, which are usually hung on the side of the wall, or directly formed in the style of the door of the previous life, and placed on the top of the building.

In terms of writing, most of them are continental lingua franca, and a small part are dwarven scripts. (Dwarven races have their own dwarven languages, civilization history, and belief in gods.) ）

However, Modrian did not know dwarven writing, and even though he had spent some time in the library of Harriman Castle, his mediocre talent only allowed him to memorize some historical biographies and knowledge about dwarven fortresses.

He's not a buried talent, as the outside world says, he still has mediocre talent, it's just that the existence of the system hides these things.

As a traverser, he needs to understand the history and civilization of the Karadimos continent, or at least have a rough understanding in his mind.

The library at Harriman Castle was perfect for Modrian, so he was grateful to Count Raphael and Lambert for leaving.

Where is it!?

A furnace-like alien building that caught Modrian's attention, located directly across the street.

A nameplate of unknown metal hung from the edge of the broken wall, full of patina and mildew.

Promise.... Angstrom.... You... Iron... Craftsman!?

Modrian intermittently recognized the words on the nameplate, vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

When he looked down and thought, he saw the gray shield and gray spear in his hand, and his spirit suddenly shook, and he remembered.

In the remarks of the Gray Shield and the Gray Spear, the same sentence is written, perhaps... Possible... It has something to do with the Noel blacksmith shop in front of you.

(The notes describe the Grey Shield and Grey Spear, created by the Ice Dwarf Master Noel Giles, as one of his most successful creations, and they can be used to form a magic set with each other.) ）

Generally speaking, if you can name your blacksmith after yourself, you must be a master foundry, let alone a master foundry from the dwarf clan. (Dwarves are natural blacksmiths, and the equipment they forge is famous on the continent of Calradimos.) ）

Modrian was a little excited, and there might be additional gains in the Noel blacksmith shop in front of him, but .....

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he had to consider the strange existence hidden in the dark that was peeking at them, if he encountered an accident inside, he was sure that the strange existence would not let go of such an opportunity.

When Modrian gripped the gray shield again, and wanted to give up his inner thoughts, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh when he saw Poppy in front of him, the shadow streamers scattered around him, and the one who was always standing behind him, standing still.

"What am I afraid of?"

After leaving Perris Castle, the world was teaching him that this is the era of supreme strength, and whoever has the big fist is the truth.

And he relied on this, and his strong heroes and elite heavy cavalry destroyed many enemies and stood tall in the northern part of the kingdom.

"At least for now, my fist is big enough to ........" Modrian walked firmly towards Noel's blacksmith, a purple glow dragging from the corner of his Raptor cloak.