Lakstark Fortress.

　　 Modrian crossed this **** battlefield, and the smelly and unpleasant smell in the air stimulated his sense of smell. As a last resort, he gave up the search for trophies and left this area as soon as possible.

　　 In fact, he has a hunch about the search for loot in his heart, and there is a high probability that he will get nothing.

　　 In the previous battle in the tunnel, he would patiently search for it after the battle, but he didn't harvest a piece of magic equipment, and he didn't even see weapons and equipment containing magic fluctuations.

　　 This makes him a little helpless. In the unclear situation of the Kingdom of Stoke, he needs enough blue essence to deal with the situation of unknown changes at any time.

　　 But everything in Lakstark fortress seems to be reduced to ordinary under the merciless baptism of time.

　　 The journey of exploration continues. Modrian will not give up. This legendary fortress will definitely have other gains. A group of people walked slowly along the main road.

　　 The empty and silent streets, the decayed and collapsed buildings, and the black dust that blows up from time to time, obscure everyone's sight.

　　 Several high gray towers stand in the distance, faintly connected to the fortress wall, with varying degrees of damage. Among them, the farthest tower nearly collapsed, relying only on the unknown cylinder in the middle to support the tower.

　　Taverns, hotels, shops...The buildings disappeared one after another. Modrian wanted to go in and search for it, but his beating heart was telling him that there was a fatal danger lingering in this fortress.

　　As Modrian got deeper and deeper, he saw more and more buildings with different functions, which together constructed this majestic fortress, and told of the once prosperous.

　　 However, he also found that the architectural style of the Snow Dwarf is somewhat similar to that of the Noxian Empire, the same roughness, the same focus on functionality, and the same lack of aesthetics.

　　......................

The battle on the main road is ended again, but this time it’s not a battle with the heavily loaded dwarf knights. Judging from the fallen corpses, they should be the mercenaries stranded in the fortress hundreds of years ago. Most of them are humans. Some are other races.

Modrian moved his figure slightly, throwing off the blood from the gray gun. He is not a spoiled noble lord. He is not a spoiled noble lord. His own training, Dreyus's teaching, and the memory inheritance obtained from the weapon master handbook, say no. If you're polite, he can watch most of the great knights with the strength of a knight.

　　 Of course, it must include weapons and equipment. Modrian silently added this sentence to his heart.

　　 "Bobby, how far are you aware of the danger from us?" Modrian asked. Not long ago, Bobby was keenly aware of an extremely evil aura inside Lakstark Fortress.

　　 "I can't determine its location, the evil aura is erratic, maybe it's not far from us?" Bobby closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes, and said in a tangled way. The other party seemed to have noticed her existence.

　　 Modrian saw it, rubbed Poppy’s head, and said with a smile: "Let’s take a break first. Since it doesn’t show up, then we are not in a hurry."

　　 The dim and yellow lights illuminate the surrounding buildings, reflecting the granular black dust. Outside, the black fog that has never left, they are like living things, carefully touching the golden light released by Bobby.

　　 Once there is a feeling of burning and evaporation, these black mists will quickly retract, and after a certain period of time, they will try again, and cycle like this, as if they are studying golden energy.

　　 Modrian relied on the cleared rubble and looked at the black fog with interest. He knew that it was a strange existence hidden behind it that was trying to collect information.

　　 After the battle with the heavy dwarf knight was over, Jie told him that someone was spying on them in secret.

　　 Regarding this, Modrian began to pay attention, but with the existence of robbery, his actions seemed superfluous, and the power of shadow was also eroding the black mist.

　　 shook his head, Modrian gave up his attention and browsed the surrounding desolate and dilapidated buildings casually.

　　 Lakstark fortress buildings mostly have logos or nameplates, which are usually hung on the side of the wall, or directly formed into a style similar to the head of the previous life, and placed on the top of the building.

　　 is mostly the lingua franca of mainland China, and a small part of it is dwarf writing. (The dwarf race has its own dwarf language, civilization history, and belief in gods.)

　　 However, Modrian did not know the dwarf writings. Even though he had soaked in the library of Harriman Castle for a while, his mediocre talent only allowed him to remember some historical biography and related knowledge of the Dwarf Fortress.

　　 He is not a buried talent as the outside world said. He still has mediocre talent, but the existence of the system conceals these things.

　　 As a traveler, he needs to understand the history and civilization of the mainland of Kalademos, and at least have a general understanding of it in his heart.

　　 And the library of Harriman Castle is perfect for Modrian to provide these, so he is very grateful to Earl Raphael, and Lambert who left.

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　　 A special-shaped building like a stove, attracting Modrian's attention, its location is directly across the street.

　　 A nameplate of unknown metal hung on the edge of the broken wall, full of patina and mildew.

　　NO...E...Er...Iron...Craftsmanship! ?

　　 Modrian recognized the words on the nameplate intermittently, vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

　　When he lowered his head and thought~lightnovelpub.net~ he saw the gray shield and gray gun in his hand, and his spirit suddenly shocked, and he remembered.

　　 In the remarks of Gray Shield and Gray Spear, the same sentence is written, maybe...maybe...related to the Noel Blacksmith's shop in front of you.

　　 (The remarks describe the gray shield and the gray gun. They are from the hands of the ice dwarf master Noel Giles. They are one of his proud works. They can form a magic suit with each other.)

　　 Generally speaking, if you can name your own blacksmith shop, you must be a master forging, let alone a master forging from the dwarf race. (Dwarves are natural blacksmiths, and the equipment they forge is well-known in the land of Karademos.)

　　 Modrian was a little excited, there may be additional gains in the Noel Blacksmith's shop in front of him, but...

　　 A moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he had to consider hiding the weird existence that was peeping at them in the dark. If there was an accident inside, he was sure that the weird existence would not miss such an opportunity.

When Modrian clenched the gray shield again and wanted to give up his inner thoughts, he looked at Bobby in front of him from the corner of his eyes, the shadow streamers scattered around, and the standing still standing behind him. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing freely.

　　 "What am I afraid of?"

　　 After leaving Perris Castle, the world was teaching and telling him that this is the age of the supremacy of strength. Whoever has the big fist is the truth.

　　 And he also relied on this. The tyrannical heroes and elite heavy cavalry destroyed many enemies and stood in the northern part of the kingdom.

　　 "At least for now, my fists are big enough, so..." Modrian walked firmly towards the Noel Blacksmith's shop, dragging a purple light from the remaining corner of the Raptor's cloak.