The silent black streets were covered with a shallow layer of dust, accompanied by a cold breeze, waving a little dust, confusing everyone's vision.

Modrian and his team continued to move towards the depths of the Lakstack Fortress, unlike before, which they had been walking straight along the main road, this time they were aimlessly marching.

The deeper you go, the fewer corrosive monsters you see. Instead, the black mist becomes more and more intense, faintly touching Bobby's [firm style].

The attack range of Shadowflowers began to gradually shrink, and the dark tattoos engraved on their bodies were a little dim, not only for combat consumption, but also for the resistance to black fog.

The speed of movement accelerated. After Modrian and his team passed a broken alley, the black mist suddenly condensed, as if the resentful and angry souls roared silently at Modrian and others.

The cold and thrilling feeling was like a breeze blowing across his body. Modrien couldn't help but shivered. At that moment, he felt the extremely cold temperature of winter.

As if I noticed something, a scarlet light flashed around my body, and the life energy in my body suddenly began to flow independently, dispelling the cold energy left in the blood after the blow.

snort!

Poppy snorted coldly, and the golden light was like a raging flame, suddenly emitting a scorching temperature, baking the rich black mist that gathered close to it.

Scream! Scream! Scream!

Like cooking oil in flames, the newly condensed black mist was instantly evaporated, and the range of [First Style] spreads outward, and also provides a certain speed blessing for Modrian and the Shadow Flowers.

"Sir Modrian, be careful, something is wrong around you." Poppy said in a deep voice, wrinkling his cute nose.

Oren's hammer swung, bringing a strong wind, Bobby turned his purple eyes and carefully observed the surroundings.

She felt a lot of negative energy flooding this area, not only the black mist, but also some unknown energy hidden in the air.

Hearing this, Modrian frowned slightly. He lowered his head and looked at his body. It seemed that the cold feeling had disappeared, but he could still clearly feel the extremely cold temperature left by wiping.

"Jie, have you discovered anything?" Modrian turned his head and looked to the right and asked.

The shadow flickered, and Jie's figure quietly appeared, still maintaining a cold look, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and the sharp sword blade was shining with a snow-white and cold light.

"There is a strong negative energy, and the cold air belonging to the deceased."

The Dead? Is it the Dead? Modrian's face was solemn.

The matter of the Abyss Passage has not been clarified yet, and now I have discovered the breath of the dead again. This trip to Laxtak Fortress is really full of "fun".

"Let's go, keep moving forward, I want to see what kind of existence is, a demon or a dead soul?" Modrien put down the armor, only revealing a pair of brown eyes, and coldly glanced at the deeper depths of the street.

The changes in the environment in the Lakstak Fortress slowed down Modrian and his team's advance, but it also means that they were not far from their real destination, otherwise there would not be so much change.

I don’t know when the dim magic light had been swallowed up by the fog, but only a golden glow moved slowly.

About two hundred meters ahead, what appeared in Modrian's vision was a rough and dark building. The building was not high, about five meters. The pure color brought a sense of solemnity, but strangely, the building also revealed a sense of coldness and terror.

Without Modrian's instructions, the shadow streamers on both sides turned into shadows and quickly approached the building.

Exquisite patterns are carved on the thick iron door, and the strokes are engraved perfectly, windingly depicting a sleeping unknown creature.

The twisted horns are rolled upside down, the fine lines are densely covered with them, and the half-closed eyes are lifelike. From a distance, a condescending look is faintly formed, making the staring person seem to be being noticed by some great beings.

"God of Dwarf!?" Modrian vaguely remembered that it was one of the images of the Gwarf of Dwarf recorded in ancient books, and it was also the image used to carve the widest range.

"It seems that I've arrived at the place!"

The Shadow Flowers ahead don’t care about these. They are believers of Shadow Flow. The only one who is loyal and faithful is the Lord of Shadow Flow. His fanatical mentality can make them ignore the faint pressure.

Squeak!

With the long friction sound, the door shaft of the thick iron door was slowly pushed, revealing a dark and deep palace.

Then the Shadow Flowers suddenly widened their pupils, and even the two Shadow Flowers in front couldn't help but take a few steps back, and a look of panic appeared.

Corpse, corpses all over the ground.

The serious palace hall is covered with corpses of various races, layered, like a stack of arhats, in every corner of the hall.

Occasionally, you can see damaged unknown metals from the pale and dilapidated bones, and the magic patterns are looming. Even the ruthless time has not erased these seemingly extraordinary magic items, but instead adds a bit of gloomy and terrifying to this place.

"What's going on?" Modrian followed behind him, and he saw the uneasiness of the Shadow Riders.

But when he also saw the corpses all over the floor in the power-on hall, his eyes instantly shrank, and his fair face looked paler.

Even though he had heard of the massacres of tens of millions in his previous life, it was far less terrible than what he had experienced.

The scene that cannot be described in words is also the most terrifying scene he has seen so far, far more strange and terrifying than the bloody war he has experienced.

The corpses all over the ground were layered, and in the ruthless baptism of time, they turned into skeletons and covered with a wide palace hall.

Judging from the size of the skeleton, most of them are ice dwarves, a small number of them are human, and a few of them are huge unknown races.

"This is a complete massacre!" Jie Wubi said affirmatively.

Based on so many scattered corpses in front of him, he made an estimate in his mind that at least thousands of people would have to die to form such a death scene.

Because he had seen such a scene in the war in Ionia, which was far more numerous than here, and the corpses were filled in the Yipu River in the province of Baruo. (The place where the Noxus Empire carried out an indiscriminate massacre of Ionia.)

"And someone has been here, not long ago!" Jie discovered traces of strangers, not demons, not undeads, but living humans.

The cold figure suddenly turned into a shadow and dissipated, then appeared on the left path of the palace hall. There was a row of obvious human footprints on the dusty road.

Jie carefully checked the traces left, and his eyes narrowed slightly under the black armor. "The number of people is about fifteen, and the direction is behind the palace, which may be consistent with our goal."

Is the abyss channel with the same goal?
Chapter completed!