Laxtak Fortress, a captivity room in the southwest area, a two-story building independent.

The night has already arrived, and the magic lights in the building are shining brightly.

Wales, the legendary Dragon Knight has been living a little unsatisfactory recently. It should be said that since he was defeated and captured in the depths of the Renver Mountains, every day has been so tormented.

As the marquis of the Ailanfalu Empire, the legendary crown of the Balas family, and the commander of the Silver Dragon Knights, he was escorted to the rumored [Ice Fortress], the Laxtak Fortress of the Ice Dwarf clan by a little guy of unknown race.

Then, during the imprisonment time, as if completely forgotten, he stayed in this clean and tidy room with Feilan and Greta, except for the daily meal time, and could hardly go out.

"I hope that Baron Modrian can meet us as soon as possible." Wales gently stroked Greta, who was sluggish on his shoulders. The adult silver dragon had been in a young state for a long time.

"So what price do we have to pay to allow us to leave?" Greta opened his mouth and exhaled a tiny dragon breath, like a flash of fireworks.

Wales remained silent slightly, and a wry smile filled the face of resoluteness. Redeem the legend? The price required may be difficult to express in words.

"Actually, uncle doesn't have to worry too much. Since they chose to capture us instead of slaughtering, there must be a reason." Feilan, who was sitting in front of the wooden table in the room, said softly, with inexplicable emotions flashing in her expression.

When there was a great existence in the depths of the Renver Mountains, he happened to see a phantom, like the reflection of a giant tree that has been imprinted in the depths of his soul.

With just one blow, he completely defeated Uncle Wales and Greta, and even forcibly interfered with the secret space art released by the Silver Dragon.

"Maybe we will be summoned soon." Feilan looked out at the fortress building outside the window, which was also their destination for this trip - [Ice Fortress] Laxtak Fortress.

This fortress recorded in history has long been occupied by Baron Modrian and has been restored and rebuilt more majestic.

I wonder if this is good or bad for the empire? Looking back on the experiences he had seen and heard along the way during the escort, ripples appeared in Feilan's heart.

The legendary forces that rose in the Stoke Kingdom and the majestic existence were all considered and faced by the empire.

Looking at the most outstanding heir of the Balas family, Wales showed a look of ease. Failure was not terrible. What was terrible was the complete loss of energy. It seemed that Philanthrone had not been in the midst of failure.

He agreed with Firan's words, but the situation is not very good now, and I don't know when it will end...

In the dim night, the lights were dim. Wales saw three figures walking through the stairs not far away from the window. The blonde young man in the middle showed a majestic atmosphere. On the left side was an old-fashioned silver-haired old man with an old-fashioned aristocratic temperament, and on the right side was a guard who was behind a position and wearing silver-white armor.

"It's Baron Modrian!" Feiran walked to Wales and saw the blonde young man. The two had fought side by side, and then spoke out: "It seems that they are talking to us tonight."

But what surprised him was that Uncle Wales and Greta of the Silver Dragon looked at the old man with a solemn look as if he was deeply alert to something.

"Do you two people beside you know what origin?" Welsh's voice was faintly trembling. He felt a hint of threat from the silver-haired old man and the middle-aged guard, especially the silver-haired old man with a cane, which brought him an inexplicable sense of fear.

"Sorry, Uncle Wales, I only met Baron Modrian once, and the other two did not know each other." Feilan shook his head and said. Judging from the performance of Uncle Wales and Greta in the Silver Dragon, the old man with silver hair obviously has very extraordinary strength, at least with the strength of a high-level legend.

At this moment, Svein noticed the gaze of his eyes, turned his head slightly to look at the building, smiled, then turned his head and continued to talk to Modrian about the expansion of Irvingdale town.

It was a coincidence that after hearing Zhao Xin's report, Modrian remembered the legendary invaders captured by Timo from the Renwall Mountains. Quinn said that his strength was very extraordinary and he almost escaped from Ayon.

Then he left the study and walked here. Halfway through, he happened to meet Sviin who came out of [Knoxtora]. For safety reasons, he also brought Sviin with him and talked about the expansion of Irvingdale town.

The topic stopped in front of the two-story building in front of me, and the magic light reflected the figures of the three people, pulling out a long shadow.

The two Choifali Legion soldiers standing in front of the door saluted Modrian slightly and opened the door.

Hum? Walking into the room, Modrian saw a strange and familiar figure waiting, the powerful Ailan Falluo Empire whom he had seen at the Lakstack Fortress at the beginning.

"It was indeed the power of the Ailan Faluo Empire. Except for them, no one would invade the Valoran territory from the depths of the Renver Mountains." Modrian's expression remained unmoved, and ripples appeared in his heart.

But the head of the Templar Knight in front of him no longer looked like he used to be. A crimson mark crossed from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth on his right, directly destroying the handsome and handsome face.

When Feiran saw Modrian looking at his face, he didn't care at all, and said softly: "This is the scar you left to me, and I have not forgotten it yet."

"By the way, let me introduce myself, Phiran Balas, Viscount of the Ice and Snow Temple, the Templars!"

Immediately, Feilan pointed to his uncle Wales and Silver Dragon Greta and introduced: "This is my uncle, Wales Balas, Marquis of the Elanfalu Empire, the commander of the Silver Dragon Knights, and also a legendary crown prince."

"Silver Dragon Greta, my uncle's contract partner, an adult silver dragon, from Silver Dragon Valley."

A very simple introduction, but it has an unusual meaning, and it tells each of its identities and gives Baron Modrian in front of him all the information.

There is no need to suspect or be afraid of taking action suddenly, because the forces behind them represent.

Upon hearing this, Modrian looked slightly stunned. He really didn't expect that the identity of the invader captured this time was not simple. It seemed that he wanted to deduct Timona's golden shield. What does it mean to throw it into the Laxtak Fortress without interrogation?

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In the town of Irvingdale, Timo sneezes gently while raising a glass of honey in his favorite tavern, his plush face with a strange look. Is anyone talking about him?

But it doesn't matter, I have completed all the tasks assigned. Humph, no one can stop the Yodels' leisure time!

"Well... I haven't heard the joke that guy Poppy tells for a long time, I miss you a little!" Timo picked up the small wine glass in front of him, drank sweet honey wine, missed his companions who were playing with him, and the wine made from the barrel of Gulagas.

"Huh?" Timo looked at the big guys who had seen around him, as if he noticed their dissatisfaction, but he didn't care. This is Valoran, which is my place in Timo. No one can do anything to him, even... well, Modrian can do anything to me.

Many mercenaries in the tavern have changed a lot from their dissatisfaction with the little guy sitting in front of the bar in front of the bar earlier to their dissatisfaction.

As for people, especially mercenaries living outside, they must learn to be tolerant and accept. After all, they have been beaten countless times, and then the guards in the town pretended not to see it. They knew the terrible background of this little guy.

The strength of the Valoran leader during the turmoil of the Kingdom not only shocked and feared the nobles, but also made these mercenaries deeply admire and feared.
Chapter completed!