League of Legends Invades Another World

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Inside Rakstark Fortress.

Modrian crossed this bloody battlefield, and the stench in the air stimulated his sense of smell. As a last resort, he gave up searching for the spoils and left this area as soon as possible.

In fact, he had a hunch about the search for trophies in his heart, and there is a high probability that he will find nothing.

In the previous battles in the tunnel, he would patiently search for it after the battle, but he didn't get a single piece of magic equipment, and he didn't even see any weapons and equipment that contained magic power fluctuations.

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

But everything in Laxstark Fortress seems to be normalized under the ruthless baptism of time.

The journey of exploration continues, Modrian will not give up, this legendary fortress will definitely have other gains, and the group slowly moves along the main road.

The empty and silent streets, the decaying and collapsed buildings, and the black dust blown from time to time obscured everyone's sight.

In the distance stood several gray towers, which were vaguely connected to the fortress city wall, with different degrees of damage. The tower at the farthest was almost toppled, and the tower was supported only by the unknown cylinder in the middle.

Taverns, hotels, shops... Buildings disappeared one after another behind him. Modrian wanted to go in and search, but his heart beating strongly told him that there was a fatal danger lingering in this fortress.

As Modrian went deeper and deeper, he saw more and more buildings with different functions, which together constructed this majestic fortress, and told that it was once prosperous.

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

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Once again, the battle on the main road was ended, but this time it was not a battle with the reloaded dwarf knights. Judging from the corpses that fell to the ground, they should be mercenaries who stayed in the fortress hundreds of years ago. Most of them were humans. Some are other races.

Modrian moved slightly, shaking off the blood on the gray-white spear. He is not a spoiled noble lord. His own training, Darius' teaching, and the memory inheritance obtained from the weapon master's handbook, say no. If you are polite, he can look down on most of the great knights with the strength of knights.

Of course, including weapons and equipment. Modrian silently added this sentence in his heart.

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

"I can't determine its location, the evil aura is erratic, maybe it's not far from us, right?" Poppy closed his eyes for a while, then opened his eyes, and said a little tangled, the other party seemed to be aware of her existence.

Seeing this, Modrian rubbed Poppy's head and said with a smile, "Let's rest for a while. Since it doesn't show up, we're not in a hurry."

The dim and yellow lights illuminated the surrounding buildings, reflecting the granular black dust. Outside, there were those black mists that never left. They were like living creatures, carefully touching the golden light released by Bobby.

Once there is a feeling of burning and evaporating, these black mists will quickly shrink back, and after a certain period of time, they will test again, and so on, as if they are studying golden energy.

Relying on the cleaned up gravel, Modrian looked at the black mist with interest. He knew that it was a strange existence hidden behind it that was trying to collect information.

Zed had told him this after the battle with the armored dwarf knights, and someone was watching them.

In this regard, Modrian began to pay attention, but with the existence of Zed, his movements were superfluous, and the power of shadow was also eroding those black mists.

Shaking his head, Modrian gave up his mindful movements and casually browsed the desolate and dilapidated buildings around him.

Most of the buildings in Lakstark Fortress have signs or nameplates, which are usually hung on the edge of the wall, or directly form a style similar to the door of the previous life, placed on the top of the building.

Most of the text is the common language of the mainland, and a small part is the dwarf language. (The dwarven race has its own dwarven language, civilization history, and god beliefs.)

However, Modrian did not know the dwarven script, even though he had soaked in the library of Harriman Castle for a while, but the mediocre talent only allowed him to remember some historical biographies and related knowledge of the dwarven fortress.

He is not a buried talent as the outside world says, he still has mediocre talent, but the existence of the system covers up these things.

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

And the library at Harriman Castle was perfect for Modrian, so he thanked Count Raphael and Lambert who had left.

There is! ?

A strange-shaped building like a furnace attracted Modrian's attention, and its location was directly across the street.

On the edge of the broken fence hung a nameplate of unknown metal, covered in patina and mildew.

No....E....Er...Iron...smithery! ?

Modrian recognized the words on the nameplate intermittently, vaguely familiar, and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

When he lowered his head to think, he saw the gray-white shield and the gray-white spear in his hands, and his spirit was suddenly shocked, and he remembered it.

In the remarks of the gray-white shield and the gray-white gun, the same sentence was written, maybe... maybe... related to the Noel blacksmith shop in front of him.

(The remarks describe the gray-white shield and the gray-white gun, from the hands of the ice dwarf master Noel Giles, which is one of his proud works, and they can form a magic suit with each other.)

Generally speaking, if you can name your own blacksmith shop after your own name, you must be a master casting master, let alone a master casting master from the dwarves. (Dwarves are natural blacksmiths, and the equipment they forge is renowned in the continent of Kaladimos.)

Modrian is a little moved, there may be additional gains in Noel's blacksmith shop in front of him, but...

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and he had to consider the strange existence that was peeping at them in the dark. If there was an accident inside, he was sure that the strange existence would not miss such an opportunity.

Modrian clenched his gray shield again and wanted to give up his inner thoughts. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Poppy in front of him, the shadow streamers scattered around him, and the unmoving Jie who always stood behind him. He shook his head involuntarily and laughed.

"What am I afraid of?"

After leaving Perris Castle, the world has taught him that this is the era of supremacy of strength, and whoever has the bigger 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 now, my fist is big enough, so..." Modrian walked firmly towards Noel's blacksmith's shop, and the corner of the Raptor's cloak dragged a purple light.

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