Lakstak Fortress, a prison cell in the southwest area, is a separate two-story building.

Night has fallen, and the magic lights in the building are dazzling.

Welsh Barras, the legendary dragon knight, has had a rough time lately, and it should be said that every day has been so tormenting since he was defeated and captured in the depths of the Lommwall Mountains.

As the Marquis of the Elanfaro Empire, the legendary crown of the Barras family, and the commander of the Silver Dragon Knights, he was escorted by a little guy of unknown race to the rumored [Ice Fortress], the Lakstar Fortress of the Ice Dwarf Clan.

After that, as if completely forgotten, he stayed in this clean and tidy room with Firan and Greta, and could barely go out except for the daily meal time.

"Let's hope that Baron Modrian will receive us soon." Wales gently stroked the languishing Greta on the shoulder, the adult silver dragon had remained young for a long time.

"So what price do we have to pay to be allowed to leave?" Greta opened her mouth and spat out a small breath of dragon breath that flashed away like fireworks.

Wales was slightly silent, a wry smile permeated his resolute face, redeeming the legend? The cost of this can be difficult to put into words.

"Actually, uncle doesn't have to worry too much, since they chose to capture us instead of slaughtering, then there must be a reason." Fei Lan, who was sitting at the wooden table in the room, spoke softly, her expression flashing with inexplicable emotion.

When there was a majestic presence in the depths of the Lemmwall Mountains, he happened to see a shadow, like the reflection of a giant tree still engraved in the depths of his soul.

With just one blow, he completely defeated Uncle Wales and Gretta, and even forcibly interfered with the spatial secret technique released by the silver dragon.

"Maybe we'll be summoned soon." Fei Lan looked out the window at the fortress building, which was also the destination of their trip - the [Ice Fortress] Lakstar Fortress.

This historical fortress has long been occupied by Baron Modrian, and has been restored and rebuilt even more majestic.

I wonder if this is good or bad for the Empire? Recalling what he had seen and heard along the way during the escort, Fei Lan's heart rippled.

The legendary power that has risen in the Stoke Kingdom, and the existence of that great man, are all things that the empire has to consider and face.

Looking at the best heir of the Barras family, Wales showed a happy expression, failure is not terrible, what is terrible is the complete loss of heart, it seems that Firan did not sink into failure.

He agrees with Fei Lan's words, but his current situation is not very good, and he doesn't know when it will end........

In the dim night, the lights were dim, and Wales saw three figures walking through the stairs not far away, the blonde young man in the middle showed a touch of majesty, on the left hand side was a silver-haired old man with an old-fashioned aristocratic temperament, and on the right hand side was a guard in silver and white armor one position behind.

"It's Baron Modrian!" Philan walked to Wales' side, saw the blond young man, who had fought side by side, and immediately said, "It seems that he is talking to us tonight about some conditions." ”

However, to his surprise, Uncle Wales and the silver dragon Greta looked at the silver-haired old man, and their solemn expressions seemed to be deeply guarded against something.

"Do the two people on the side know any of their origins?" Walsh's voice was faintly trembling, and he felt a hint of threat from both the silver-haired old man and the middle-aged guard, especially the silver-haired old man with a cane, which brought him an inexplicable sense of fear.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wales, I've only met Baron Modrian once, and the other two don't know each other." Fei Lan shook his head and said, judging from the performance of Uncle Wales and Silver Dragon Gretta, that silver-haired old man obviously has a very unusual strength, at least the strength of a high-level legend.

At this moment, Svein noticed the gaze of his gaze, turned his head slightly to look at the building, smiled, and then turned his head away, and continued to chat with Modrian about the expansion of the town of Irwindale.

It was also a coincidence that after hearing Zhao Xin's report, Modrian remembered the legendary invaders that Timo had captured from the Renwall Mountains, and heard Quinn say that his strength was very extraordinary, and he almost escaped from Ion's hands.

Then he went out of the study and walked this way, and on the way, he happened to meet Svein who came out of [Noxtola], and for safety reasons, he also came with Svein, and talked about the expansion of the town of Irwindale by the way.

The conversation stopped in front of the two-story building in front of them, and the magic lights reflected the figures of the three people, pulling long shadows.

The two Trefali legionnaires standing in front of the door saluted Modrian, then opened the door.

Well? Walking into the room, Modrian saw a strange and familiar figure waiting for the powerhouse of the Elanfaro Empire that he had seen in the original fortress of Lakstark.

"Sure enough, it's the power of the Elanfaro Empire, and apart from them, no one will invade the Valoran Territory from the depths of the Lenwall Mountains." Modrian's expression did not move, and there were ripples in his heart.

It's just that the Templar in front of him is no longer what he used to be, and a crimson mark spans from the left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth, directly destroying the handsome face.

Seeing Modrian's face looking at him, Filan didn't care, and said softly: "This is the scar you left on me, and I haven't forgotten it until now." ”

"By the way, introduce yourself, Philan Balas, the Viscount of the Elanfaro Empire, and the Templar of the Ice Temple!"

Immediately, Firan pointed to his uncle Wales and the Silver Dragon Greta respectively and said, "This is my uncle, Welsh Baras, the Marquis of the Elanfaro Empire, the commander of the Silver Dragon Knights, and a legendary crown. ”

"Silver Dragon Gretta, my uncle's contract partner, an adult silver dragon from the Silver Dragon Valley."

It's a very simple introduction, but it has an unusual meaning, explaining their respective identities and fully giving all the information to Baron Modrian in front of him.

There is no need to be suspicious, and there is no need to be afraid of making a sudden move, because they represent the forces behind it.

Hearing this, Modrian's expression was slightly plenish, he really didn't expect that the identity of the invader captured this time was not simple, it seems that he wanted to deduct the golden shield of Timo's guy, which was thrown into Lakstark Fortress without interrogation, what does it mean?

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

In the town of Irvendale, Teemo sneezed softly as he toasted his mead from his favorite tavern, and his plush face had a strange look on his face.

But don't worry, I've done all the tasks I've been told, and no one can stop the yodelers from having their free time!

"Hmm....... It's been a long time since I've heard that joke from Bobby, and I'm a little nostalgic! Teemo raised the small glass in front of him and drank the sweet mead, remembering his companions and the barrel of Guracas wine.

"Huh?" Timo looked at the big guys around him, and seemed to sense their dissatisfaction, but he didn't care, this is Valoran's Territory, it's my Timo's place, and no one can do anything to him, even if.... Well, Modrian can do whatever he can to me.

Many mercenaries in the tavern have changed a lot from their dissatisfaction with the little guy sitting alone in front of the bar from their earlier actions to their current dissatisfaction.

People, especially mercenaries living outside, must learn to tolerate and accept. After all, they had been beaten countless times, and then the guards in the town pretended not to see it, and they knew the terrible background of this little guy.

Valoran's strength during the kingdom's turmoil not only shocked and frightened the nobles, but also made these mercenaries deeply admired and feared.