Noel Blacksmith Shop is a crimson-shaped building with a unique architectural style that resembles a stove in the Fortress of Laxtak.

The broken crimson wall is carved with countless small and exquisite animal stone sculptures, and occasionally there are many flame patterns inside. Their lifelike appearance is like a burning flame, and even the ruthless time has not extinguished it.

"Safety!"

The Shadow Flowers in front waved and then Modrian and others stepped into the blacksmith shop.

It is still a crimson building, but compared to the outside, the interior buildings are obviously much more completely preserved, especially the building on the last building. You can vaguely see a lot of dust-contaminated but extremely perfect stoves, as if there is no trace of damage at all.

Modrian followed the Shadow Flowers' pace and went deeper. Unlike imagined, there seemed to be no corroded monsters here. They approached the last more complete building in Noel's Blacksmith's shop quite easily.

A burning stove was carved on the off-white metal door, beside it was a dwarf holding a heavy hammer who seemed to be forging equipment.

He looked up slightly, Modrian looked at the door in front of him. The craftsmanship stone sculptures still maintained a special feeling after the baptism of time, and it was obviously from the master.

Especially the door handle is carved into a hammer shape, and sparks are carefully patterned at the cracks connecting the door, as if the hammer is pounding the metal heavily and flames are lit.

Squeak!

The thick and decaying gray-white door shaft squeezed and rubbed against the door wall and made a harsh sound. A cold breeze blew, blowing the golden light and swaying, and the light was slightly dim.

Modrian was alert and stopped at the door to watch. There was a gray-white workshop inside. The long-out stove was scattered in an orderly manner. Semi-finished molds could be seen everywhere. It seemed that due to some urgent matters, it was too late to put them away.

Looking further inside, a lifelike oil painting hung on the wall facing the door. The painting shows an old dwarf being penetrated by a dark golden giant sword, nailed to the gray-white wall, and the black bloodstains winding to the bottom of the wall.

etc!?

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

Whenever the black fog wants to get close to touch the "oil painting", a dim light flashes away, tenaciously resisting the black fog.

"This... doesn't seem to be a painting?"

Modrian widened his eyes and carefully observed the dwarf's corpse. The dark golden giant sword that penetrated the corpse was about 5 meters away from the ground. After Bobby approached, the shadow reflected on the opposite side could be clearly seen. (The golden light shone on the dwarf's corpse and the dark golden giant sword.)

Buzz! Buzz!

When Modrian and his team 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 already surrounded the dwarf's corpse was slowly retreating, as if they were afraid of something.

As time goes by, the trembling sounds connect into pieces, turning into waves of tides, slapping against the walls.

"Be careful, Lord Modrian!" Poppy stood in front, looking at the dark golden giant sword with a serious expression. The source of the trembling sound was where.

A golden light filled the purple eyes. Bobby touched his left hand to his waist, where there was a small gray-brown round shield.

[Iron and Steel Ambassador]!

[Steel Ambassador: Poppy throws her round shield to the target, obtains an attack distance bonus and causes additional magic damage. The round shield will land on a nearby area. When Poppy steps into the area, he can obtain a protection effect. (Enemy can destroy the round shield)]

A gray-brown light drew the ultimate arc in the air. Its terrifying speed compressed the air, forming clear traces, and the target pointed directly at the dark golden giant sword.

A slight energy fluctuation appeared on the dark golden giant sword, and the already dead old dwarf slowly raised his head, his closed eyes opened at some point, and the gray-brown round shield that was speedingly flying in his turbid pupils reflected.

The stiff left arm was gently raised and bounced against the gray-brown round shield. In an instant, a strand of orange-red energy hit the round shield accurately.

Dang!

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

"Human?"

The old dwarf looked at Modrian, with a strange tone, and a faint rusty 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 and looked at Modrian who was protected in the center and whispered: "Human nobles? It seems that we have failed. I wonder what the situation is in the Laxtak Fortress now?"

Compared to the weird tone before, what the old dwarf is now speaking is the mainland common language with the correct tone.

"Gray-white shield, gray-white gun, I didn't expect to see them again. Is this a witness to his former glory before death?" The old dwarf put his muddy eyes on the gun blade and shield in Modrian's hand, and spoke some sentimental words.

Modrien responded with a heart move, "Is your Excellency Master Noel Giles?"

"Huh?" A surprised look flashed on the gray face, and Noel Giles, the dwarf casting master, showed a trace of remembrance.

"It seems that my name is not buried in the loess, but is remembered by the long river of history."

"Can human aristocrats tell us something outside? I need to judge something from this." Noel Giles slowly spoke, with a hint of request in his tone. He had been trapped here for too long and longed to understand the outside world.

Surrounded by a silent atmosphere, Modrian did not speak a word. He stared at the old dwarf in front of him, not completely believing in the other person's words, even if the gray shield and gray gun in his hand were really from the other person's hands.

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

"I don't want to be a lackey in the abyss. That's a shame to the Ice and Snow Dwarf clan!"

Dark Flame Battle Sword!

Modrian's eyes inadvertently glanced at the dark golden giant sword that penetrated the old dwarf's body. He had read some introductions to the sword in books.

The inheritance weapon of the Ice and Snow Dwarf clan, a powerful weapon with a very legendary color!

But it is precisely because of this that his heart was filled with doubts, why the inheritance weapon of the Ice and Snow Dwarf clan penetrated the body of the founder of the Ice and Snow Dwarf clan?

"Human nobles, if you don't mind, you can listen to the old man tell a story about the ice and snow dwarf clan." Noel Giles saw Modrian's inner doubts and slowly told the battle of destruction that once happened in the Fortress of Laxtak.
Chapter completed!