Noel's Blacksmith is a crimson alien-shaped building, and its furnace-like architecture has a unique feel in the fortress of Laxstak.

The fractured crimson walls are carved with countless small and delicate stone carvings of animals, occasionally mixed with many flame patterns, and their lifelike appearance is like a raging flame, which has not been extinguished even by the merciless time.

"Safety!"

The shadowcasters in front of them waved, and Modrian stepped into the blacksmith's shop.

It is still the same crimson building, but compared to the outside, the interior building is obviously much more intact, especially the one at the back, you can vaguely see that there are a lot of dusty but extremely perfect stoves inside, as if there is no trace of damage.

Modrian followed the Shadowstream deeper inside, and unlike what he had imagined, there seemed to be no corrupted monsters here, and they approached the last relatively intact building in Noel's blacksmith shop with ease.

The off-white metal door is carved with a burning furnace, and next to the furnace is a dwarf armed with a heavy hammer, seemingly forging equipment.

Looking up slightly, Modrian looked at the door in front of him, those ingenious stone carvings still maintained a special feeling after the baptism of time, obviously from the hands of the master.

In particular, the doorknob is carved in the shape of a hammer, and the place where it connects to the crack of the door is carefully tattooed with sparks, as if the hammer is pounding hard against the metal, and the flames are everywhere.

Squeak!

The thick and decaying gray-white door shaft squeezed and rubbed against the door wall to make a harsh sound, and a cold breeze blew, blowing the golden light and couldn't help but sway, and the light was slightly dim.

Modrian's heart was vigilant, and he stopped at the door to watch, inside was a gray-white workshop, the long-extinguished stove was scattered everywhere in an orderly manner, and half-finished molds could be seen everywhere, as if it was too late to put it away because of some urgent matter.

Looking inside, on the wall facing the gate, hung a lifelike painting of an old dwarf pierced by a dark golden greatsword, nailed to the gray-white wall, blackened with bloodstains that snaked to the bottom of the wall.

Wait a minute!?

He noticed a strange phenomenon, a faint black mist slowly eroding the 'oil painting', a dead object.

Whenever the black mist wants to get close to touch the 'oil painting', there will be a burst of dim and extreme brilliance that flashes away, stubbornly resisting the black mist.

"This.... Doesn't seem to be a painting? ”

Modrian's eyes widened, carefully observing the dwarven corpse, the dark golden greatsword that pierced through the corpse was about 5 meters away from the ground, and after Poppy got closer, he could clearly see the shadow reflected on the opposite side. {Golden light shines on dwarven corpses and dark golden greatswords.} }

Buzzing! Buzzing!

When Modrian and the others stepped into the gray-white workshop, there was an inexplicable trembling sound, and it was visible to the naked eye that the black mist that had surrounded the dwarven corpses was slowly retreating, as if they were afraid of something.

As time passed, the trembling sounds connected into patches, turning into tidal waves that crashed against the walls.

"Be careful, Lord Modrian!" Poppy stood in front of him, looking at the dark golden greatsword with a solemn face, and the source of the trembling sound was there.

A golden glow flooded her purple eyes, and Poppy's left hand reached to her waist, where a small round taupe shield was pinned.

[Iron Ambassador]!

[Iron Herald: Poppy throws her round shield at the target, gaining an attack range bonus and dealing additional magic damage.] The shield will land on a nearby area, and when Poppy steps into the area, it will gain a protective effect. {Enemies can destroy the shield}]

A grayish-brown glow drew an extreme arc in the air, and its terrifying speed compressed the air, forming a clear trace, aiming directly at the dark golden greatsword.

A slight fluctuation of energy appeared on the dark golden greatsword, and the dead old dwarf slowly raised his head, his closed eyes had opened at some point, and the gray-brown round shield that was speeding at great speed was reflected in his cloudy pupils.

The stiff left arm was raised slightly, and the fingers flicked against the gray-brown round shield, and in an instant, a wisp of orange-red energy hit the round shield accurately.

When!

The gray-brown round shield fell to the ground, bouncing back and forth a few times, making a crisp sound.

"Humans?"

The old dwarf looked at Modrian, his tone a little strange, and with a hint of rustiness and indifference.

After saying this, he did not continue to speak, but lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

After a few seconds, the old dwarf raised his head again, looked at the protected Modrian in the center and whispered, "Human nobles? It seems that we have failed, I wonder what is the state of Lakstak Fortress now? ”

Compared to the strange tone before, the old dwarf now spoke the correct intonation of the continental lingua franca.

"Gray shield, gray and white, I didn't expect to see them again, is this a witness to your former glory before you die?" The old dwarf cast a cloudy gaze on the blade and shield in Modrian's hand, and spat out some sentimental words.

Modri was relieved and responded, "Is Your Excellency Master Noel Giles?" ”

"Huh?" A look of surprise flashed across his ashen face, and Noel Giles, the dwarven master forger, flashed a hint of remembrance.

"It seems that my name is not buried in the loess, but has been remembered by history."

"Human nobles, can you tell me something about the situation outside? I need to judge something by that. Noel Giles spoke slowly, with an unnatural hint of pleading in his tone, he had been trapped here for too long, eager to learn about the outside world.

The atmosphere of silence surrounded, and Modrian did not say a word, he stared at the old dwarf in front of him, and did not fully believe the other party's words in his heart, even if the gray and white shield in his hand and the gray and white were really from the other party's hand.

"Don't worry, human nobles, all my strength has been exhausted for a long time in order to resist the erosion of those black mist." Noel Giles said helplessly. "Even blood gives this sword of Smoky Warscars."

"I don't want to be a lackey of the abyss, that's a shame for the Ice Dwarf Clan!"

Smolder's Scarred Sword!

Modrian's eyes casually glanced at the dark golden greatsword that pierced the old dwarf's body, which he had read in books.

The Legacy of the Ice Dwarf Clan, a powerful weapon with legendary tyranny!

But it was precisely because of this that his heart was full of doubts, why did the inheritance weapon of the Ice Dwarf Clan run through the body of the casting master belonging to the Ice Dwarf Clan?

"Human nobles, if you don't mind, you can listen to the old man tell a story about the Ice Dwarf Clan." Noel Giles saw Modrian's inner doubts, and slowly recounted the devastating battle that had taken place in the fortress of Lakstak.

Noel spoke quickly, but with clarity and methodical lines, slowly describing for Modrian the changes that had taken place hundreds of years ago in Lakstak............