The golden light permeated this heavy and solemn palace, and Modrian looked at the surrounding buildings, there were not too many decorative colors, pure black tones, coupled with a rough style, it was indeed very in line with the eyes of the ice dwarves.

Then he stared at the corpses in the dense hall, thinking that the cold aura of the dead before coming should have come from this, which was at least good news for him, at least he didn't have to worry too much about the existence of the so-called undead.

With a wave of his hand, the Shadowstream continued to explore, with Modrian and Poppy following into the path to the left of the palace.

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

The voice....... Someone's coming! ”

Philan Barras withdrew his gaze towards the Iron Throne and looked at the palace path on the other side, his face under the blue armor was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet other teams in this ice fortress.

"How is that possible!" Kitty Dahler beside him said in surprise, and then he realized that he had lost his temper and regained his false smile, but his heart was filled with waves.

It was a surprise that in addition to the surviving ice dwarves, there were still people who knew about the existence of the fortress of Lakstark, and it seems that the information obtained by the torture guys in the torture center was not accurate. {The Torture Unit, an agency under the Military Intelligence Service of the Empire of Elanfaro.} }

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Filan, I lost my temper." Kitty said with a slight bow, then turned to look at where Firan's gaze was pointing, where there was a slight sound of footsteps.

"Alert!" The cold voice echoed, and Philan frowned slightly, her brown eyes locked on the entrance.

After receiving the order, the heavily armored knight belonging to the Ice and Snow Temple stepped forward with a shield, the ice blue light circulated on the surface of the heavy armor, and the cold aura slowly covered the hall.

As the head of the MIA, Kitty also waved his hand decisively, and the elite military intelligence who were proficient in the art of assassination dispersed, and a small blue gōngnǔ appeared in their hands, which was a blue devil gōngnǔ carefully crafted by goblin craftsmen, with amazing lethality.

In the deep dark palace path, Modrian and the others were slowly advancing, the golden light shining on the darkness, and they could vaguely see the illusory light at the end of the road.

As the road ended, as soon as Modrian came out of the intersection, he found a blue team watching them vigilantly not far away, and the cold aura reminded him of the aura of the dead that he had experienced before.

Just feeling the surging life energy, his face suddenly became solemn, those knights wearing blue heavy armor, all of them were extraordinary knights, especially the tall heavy armor knight in the center of the formation, which made him feel a sense of mortal danger.

In addition to these, there are also the guys who are scattered with blue gōngnǔ in their hands, and they are not simple characters, at least those gōngnǔ glitter with a faint magical glow.

After the two teams met, they were looking at each other, and their inner thoughts were at a loss. Taking this opportunity, Modrian quietly observed his surroundings.

Compared to the majestic palace hall outside, this place looks a little more ordinary, the gray-black inner hall is dilapidated, and there are residual traces of battle everywhere, even ............

Modrian looked up at the sky and could see the world of shadows, the roof of the inner hall completely pierced by the battle hundreds of years ago.

Such high-intensity battle traces, he has only seen in the body of the undead god of war Sain, or in the Battle of the Aaronse Hills, Sain showed the most powerful war weapon side of the Noxian Empire.

Continuing to look ahead, Modrian saw a throne of steel standing on a three-meter-high stone platform at the end of the inner hall.

The hammer-shaped building behind the throne collapsed, and scattered gray-black stones were piled on one side, a little dust staining the back of the throne.

The most eye-catching thing is the dwarf sitting on the Iron Throne with his head bowed, and the blood-red circle engraved on the three-meter-high gray-white stone platform.

The torn armor obscured the dwarves' muscular bodies, the intricate and mysterious textures carved into the armor, and the silver crown on the head that radiated a faint silver-gray glow, it was amazing how ornate the equipment was and the hands were empty.

Modrian's gaze shifted downward, and he placed it on the stone platform that was almost covered with blood-red lines, as if he was sealing something, but he couldn't perceive it, but he could vaguely feel the inexplicable restlessness and panic coming from it.

There was something familiar, something familiar that had been experienced in the Lenwall Mountains, as if the whispers of evil chaos ringing in the ears.

It's very similar!

"It's really a lot of negative energy!" I don't know when I started, I had already put down the hands placed on my chest, and my dark eyes were locked on the blood-red magic circle.

The power of the Shadow itself is a negative energy, which helps the Calamity discern the nature of the energy in the seal.

"If the guess is right, it should be the place where the abyss passage is sealed, full of temptation and tyranny, and there is a trace of ........ That dwarf! ”

After listening to the analysis of the robbery, the expression on Morrian's white face became more and more solemn, and he said: "This is the place where Master Noel guides, and it has never been wrong. Just ......"

He refocused his gaze on the blue team not far away, the standard armor he had never seen before, the unfamiliar aura, and how the other party had entered the Lakstar Fortress?

The situation became more and more tense as both sides were suspicious and vigilant, and it almost reached a situation where it was on the verge of breaking out. {If you encounter someone in an empty fortress, anyone will be hostile to the team that appears inexplicably.} }

However, at this moment, a clashing of armor sounded, and the source was the Iron Throne.

The urgency of the situation dissipated abruptly, and both sides simultaneously focused on the Iron Throne.

As the aborigines of the Karadimos continent, as a human race, they have a naturally hostile relationship with the abyss, not to mention the inexplicable and strange existence.

The blood-red circle of gray-white stone platforms began to tremble faintly, and the dwarf sitting on the throne was awakening.

"Human nobles? Templars in the Temple? I smell the flesh of blood! An eerie voice filled with seduction resounded in the inner hall.

Modrian's expression immediately changed, and he felt a sense of deception from his soul suddenly appear, making him inexplicably want to get close to the Iron Throne.

Rumble!

Poppy brazenly swung Oren's hammer and smashed it into the black ground, the roaring sound dispelled the seductive sound, and the golden light of [Steadfast Grace] spread, sweeping out the faint black energy hidden deep in the air, and at the same time awakening Modrian and the Shadow Streamers.

On the other side, a deep blue glow bloomed in the inner hall like frost, ice edges slowly appeared in the corners of the broken buildings, and the air began to be filled with white cold.

"Huh!? The power of ice! ”

"And a dwarf? Midget? ”

"But don't worry about this, anyway, it will become my blood food after breaking the seal, replenishing the energy consumed." The voice of strange temptation sounded again, but this time it was accompanied by another muffled voice of the flesh.

"Leave...... Over here..... Abyss Passage..... Seal.. Want.... Destroyed! ”

The dwarf sitting on the Iron Throne slowly raised his head, his bearded face a little terrifying, half normal, half painted with blood-red lines.

It's exactly the same as the blood-red circle on the gray-white stone platform where the king sits!

Modrian's eyes were locked on the dwarf on the throne, as the face was similar to the one in the message that Master Noel had sent to him before he dissipated.

The guy with the name of "Saint"!

St. Rupert Garcia!