"Is there a monster I'm interested in? It seems that the Shadowcasters really found something interesting! Modrian shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the silent man beside him.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look."

Looking at the faint black mist in front of him, Modrian took a deep breath, and the scarlet life energy surged in his body, slowly sealing his whole body.

But he didn't want a touch of golden light to emerge under his feet, dispel the coldness in the tunnel, and slowly warm his body.

And those faint black mist seemed to meet natural enemies, completely repelled and squeezed, and could not compete with this golden brilliance at all.

[Firm demeanor]!

Poppy stepped forward and stood in front of Modrian, her gray-white double ponytail slightly stained with a little golden light, which looked a little dazzling.

"Let's go!" Poppy's blue face showed a cute smile, like an amethyst with a hint of cunning flashing in her pupils, very proud.

Seeing this, Modrian shook his head helplessly, of course he knew what Bobby was thinking, this little guy wanted to protect him.

Without hesitation, he kept up with Bobby's pace and walked quickly through the tunnel.

The faint black mist in front of him was squeezed into the corner by the spreading golden light, and the black mist that did not have time to retreat slowly evaporated like clear water encountering fire after touching the golden light.

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

The battle in the tunnels was over, and the low, ugly remains of monsters were scattered all over the tunnels, sticky red blood staining broken limbs all over the black ground.

In the corner of the desolate tunnel, the Shadowstreamers control the pace of the battle, entangled with the three remaining monsters, hideous scars covered in rotting strong bodies, pus-filled foul fluids mixed with blood flowing.

Sonorous! Sonorous!

Heavily armed, Modrian walked with firm steps to this bloody battlefield, his white face flashing with a hint of surprise, as if he did not expect the Shadowstream Cults to end the battle so quickly.

Wandering across the blood-soaked ground, Modrian made a beeline for the battle site in the corner, where the remnants of monsters were fighting.

"Huh? Ice Dwarf!? Modrian was shocked when he saw the lowly monsters fighting the Shadowstreamers.

The rotting strong body, the tattered delicate armor, and the standard weapon that almost fused to the arm, seemed to have been seen somewhere.

Memories swelled in the library of Harriman Castle, where ancient books had recorded weapons and equipment made by the Ice Dwarves, which were very similar to those in front of them.

Modrian looked back at the corpses of the many monsters on the black ground, which seemed to fit the appearance of the ice dwarves described in the book.

Just looking at the ugly appearance of the ice and snow dwarf now, has it been corroded by some energy?

"Deal with them!" Modrian spoke up.

As soon as the words fell, the shadow power of the Shadow Stream burst out in an instant, ending the boring battle. (These are living monsters left specifically for Modrian's observation.) ）

Whew!

The gray spear easily tore through the monster's corpse, and the hideous scar cracked through the monster's chest, revealing the blood-red entrails and white ..... within. Black ribs.

Black ribs!?

Modrian crouched down, ignoring the constant scarlet eyes filled with confusion and hatred.

He nimbly picked at other parts of the monster's body with the gray spear.

It's all black bones, no, they can't be called bones anymore, it's more like drained and corroded stones, and these ice dwarves are monsters stitched together with flesh and blood.

"The cause of corrosion? But it's not right! ”

Through the observation of several monster corpses, Mordrian noticed a strange phenomenon, if it was really the ice dwarves, then for hundreds of years, the blood flowing from the corroded ice dwarves was still bright red, not the black after the corrosion.

There seems to be something interesting in this, is it related to the black mist?

Modrian looked at the still bottomless tunnel in front of him, a faint black mist surging and rolling, and he felt like he was approaching some right target.

"Tribulation, can you feel what kind of energy this is, it can ignore the flesh and blood, and directly corrupt the bones inside the body." Modrian stood up and turned to ask the Lord of Shadow at his side.

"It's a lot like the power of shadows, but it's different, it should be a special energy with some kind of corrosive properties." As the holder of the power of shadows, after a while, he pointed to the black mist suppressed in the corner by the golden light, and said slowly.

"It has similar properties to those black mist."

Diving deep into the black mist, he had gradually figured out that these strange energies were somewhat similar to the power of shadows, but with other characteristics, very interesting energies, and he was somewhat interested in the origin of these abilities.

Maybe it will give him more knowledge of his own shadow powers!?

Well?

Hearing the explanation, Modrian's expression was slightly slighted, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, since the ice dwarf chose to build this towering Lakstar fortress between the mountains, and the existence of those black mist, does it mean .......

"If the guess is correct, then this vein should be the vein that once belonged to the control of the Ice Dwarf, and belonged to the leyline branch of Lakstar Fortress."

"One last question, does this tunnel lead to the interior of Lakstar Fortress?"

Modrian silently reasoned about the expected result, what should have come will come eventually, no one can avoid it, and it is time to regain a sense of belonging for the glory of Noxus that once fell in the shadow world.

And compared to the dangerous feeling at the gate of the fortress of Lakstark, Modrian clearly felt that the tunnel of this iron ore vein was much safer.

The stagnant team continued to move forward, but after discovering the corroded ice dwarves, Modrian no longer scattered the group, but gathered together and slowly advanced.

On the way forward, they encountered many groups of corrosive ice and snow dwarves, but they did not bother them.

The Shadowstreamers, a group of faithful followers loyal to the Lord of the Shadowstream, assassins in the shadows, show Modrian an art at killing.

Twisted shadows hide in the shadows of the tunnels, razor-sharp blades harvesting fragile lives, silently clearing a safe path.

As time passed, Modrian's eyes grew deeper into the vein, the dark shadows grew thicker and the brighter the torches on the tunnel walls became more and more dim, and Modrian looked down at the golden light under his feet, and then removed the torches from the walls and held them in his hands to illuminate the surroundings.

The beating heart was telling him that they were approaching the final place, or the answer!