"Valen, is this it?" Mordrian's brow furrowed when he saw the dilapidated condition of the refined iron vein, and he sensed an unusual smell.

"It's here that I see the special mark they left behind."

Valen looked warily at the shadows around him, then nodded slightly to the Noxian Ten's behind him, and then the Ten's left formation and took a few steps to the broken stone on his left.

At the bottom of the broken stone, a mark shaped like a double-edged axe is engraved, and looking at its traces, it seems that the engraving has not been long ago, and a little dust can be faintly seen.

"Lord Modrian, it's Gouysse, the mark has been left for no more than half an hour, but it is not clear what happened to cause the entire team of ten to disappear." The Noxus Ten-Captain turned to Modrian, and whispered.

Hearing this, Modrian's expression changed, and he looked up at the Lakstak Fortress that was entangled in a faint black mist between the peaks, and his thoughts flashed.

For some reason, the tunnel and entrance are covered by a large amount of soil and gravel, and under the shadow, dark gray traces cover the tunnel, and a sense of horror appears.

Modrian took a few steps forward, trying to see more clearly, and Bo Ruying followed, Oren's hammer clenched in her hand, and she felt an inexplicable threat.

Some of the rubble and dirt have been cleared and piled up not far from the tunnel, and the tunnel has been re-reinforced, and it looks like a road has been excavated to make it possible.

I think this was all done by the Noxian soldiers stationed here, and the refined iron ore was also obtained after entering the veins.

"Bobby, robbery, let's go in and have a look!" Modrian indifferently commanded, it's time to solve the situation here, the early grasp of the interests of the refined iron vein, the faster the Fort Dig into the high-speed development stage.

"Valen, you guys are stationed outside, pay attention to the situation, and in case of accidents, you are allowed to leave first."

The strength of the Noxian soldiers left behind has generally not entered the Extraordinary Knights, and if there is an accident, it is better to leave here, so as not to increase the death.

"Yes!" Valen said firmly, knowing that the sentry's duty was to warn, not to defend against the unexpected.

With arrangements in place, Modrian led Bobby and Raid into the veins of refined iron, where dim torches hung from the walls of the tunnel, left behind by the reconnaissance team.

Shadows are hidden in the vein tunnels, blurring vision, but not hindering progress.

Modrian was already fully armed, with the gray shield in front of him, the gray spear on the side of the shield, and the raptor cloak behind him waving a vivid purple.

As the team advanced, the traces of excavation on the walls on both sides could be faintly seen, and there were still a lot of ore remnants of very low concentration, abandoned in this desolate and dilapidated vein.

Gradually, stumbling footsteps echoed through the tunnel, the strange sound of trampling on the uneven road.

The veins of refined iron hidden in the shadows began to slowly unfold in front of Modrian, and he already realized that the veins had been excavated, but had been abandoned for too long before they became like this.

As for the original owners, it is most likely the Ice Dwarf clan that has disappeared into the long river of history, and they live in the fortress of Lakstak between the mountains.

The reason for the collapse is unclear, but Modrian speculates that it may have something to do with the fortress of Lakstark, or even the reason for the disappearance of the Noxian soldiers.

"I hope it doesn't turn out to be what I thought!"

Modrian suddenly remembered the fortress of Lakstak wrapped in black mist, the heavy gray walls were mottled with mottled marks, the mysterious lines on the carved gates were blurred, and the huge gate on the right was missing, and there was the road leading to the interior of the fortress.

Unfortunately, the harsh reality confirmed Modrian's conjecture.

After continuing for only a hundred meters, Mordrian's eyes saw a faint black mist slowly spreading in the deep dark tunnel, which seemed to be like a living thing, eroding the vein path.

Well?

The Lord of Shadowstreams, who had always stood at Modrian's side, stared at the black mist in front of him, a look of interest in his eyes.

"Lord Modrian, let the Shadowstream go and investigate." The magical hoarse voice rang out, drawing Modrian's attention.

Shadow Streamers!

Modrian looked down at the thick shadows in the tunnel and nodded slightly, these guys who have been trained in the Way of Darkness are indeed very suitable for the shadow world, they should like the environment here.

"Let's go!" He said in a low voice, his arms folded over his chest, the sharp blade of his sword shrinking into his cuffs.

The shadows spread instantly, very different from the shadow world that Modrian had ever seen, and the shadows formed by the shadows seemed even deeper.

They silently blended into the tunnel ahead, and the shadows distorted slightly, dissipating in front of Modrian.

The Shadow Streamers quickly ran through the shadow world, four of them in groups, alternately moving forward, and the bumpy road could not stop their direction.

A faint black mist wanted to wrap around the bodies of this group of shadow streamers, but no matter how hard the black mist tried, it couldn't blend into the body wrapped in shadows. (Dark tattoos engraved on the flesh of the skin prevent unidentified energy from entering the body.) ）

"Go inform Lord Modrian, there's something unusual here!"

The footsteps of the advance stopped, and the Shadow Stream Disciple at the head stared at the scene in the tunnel, his indifferent expression showed a hint of surprise, and then he turned his head to his companion behind him and said.

"Hurry up, I think Lord Modrian will be interested in these monsters!"

Appearing in front of the Shadowstream were a group of low-stunted monsters, numbering a small number, about thirty or so, their torn armor hanging from the rotting strong body, pustules cracking open from time to time, and a fishy smell flowing.

The monsters were slowly moving through the tunnel, their scarlet eyes scanning their surroundings aimlessly, their feet rubbing into the blood.

The Shadowstream Disciple at the head saw the Shadowstream Disciple at the back disappear into the passageway, and his face shrouded in shadows burst into a bloodthirsty smile.

"Clean up some of it!"

The shadows dissipated, and then converged behind the group of monsters, the sharp blades flashing with cold light, slicing the monsters' necks, and the gushing blood stained the red and black ground.

Thundered!

The sound of restless footsteps resounded abruptly through the tunnel, and when the low, ugly monsters spotted the enemy, they went crazy in an instant, and they rushed towards the enemy without any care, the broken weapons in their hands dragging on the ground.

[Shadow Clone]!

The distorted shadows dissipated, and the Shadowstreamers appeared where they had been, as if they had never moved, except for the crimson blood flowing from the sharp blades.

They silently watched as the group of monsters crossed the shadows and charged at them, smirking without a trace.

[Shadow Mystery! Blades]!

The sharp blade wrapped in the power of the shadow and threw it forward, and a strange phenomenon appeared, and the shadow mark that had been left suddenly burst out with similar shadow power, and the two intertwined, weaving a snow-white web of blades, and madly ravaged the monsters.

Gorgeous flowers of blood bloom for a moment of brilliance, and then turn into a blood hell and spread on the black ground.