League of Legends Invades Another World

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Noel's Blacksmith's Shop is a dark red alien building, and its architectural style resembling a furnace has a unique feel in the Laxstark Fortress.

The broken crimson wall is engraved with countless small and delicate animal stone carvings, which are occasionally mixed with many flame patterns. Its lifelike appearance is like a raging flame, and even the ruthless time has not extinguished it.

Safety!

The shadow streamer in front waved, and then Modrian and the others stepped into the blacksmith shop.

It is still the same dark red building, but compared to the outside, the internal buildings are obviously much better preserved, especially the last building, where you can vaguely see a lot of dusty but extremely perfect stoves inside. As if there was no sign of damage at all.

Modrian followed the footsteps of the shadow streamers and went deep inside. Unlike what he imagined, there seemed to be no corroded monsters here. They approached the last relatively complete building in Noel's blacksmith shop quite easily.

The gray-white metal door was carved with a burning furnace, and beside the furnace was a dwarf with a heavy hammer, who seemed to be forging equipment.

Looking up slightly, Modrian looked at the door in front of him. Those ingenious stone carvings still maintained a special feeling after the baptism of time, obviously from the hands of the master.

In particular, the door handle is carved into the shape of a hammer, and the place where the door is connected is carefully patterned with sparks, as if the hammer is hammering the metal, and the flames are scattered.

Squeak!

The thick and rotten 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 couldn't help swaying, and the light was slightly dim.

Modrian was alert in his heart, and stopped at the door to watch. Inside was a gray-white workshop. The furnaces that had been extinguished were scattered in an orderly manner, and half-finished molds could be seen everywhere.

Looking further in, on the wall facing the gate, there is a lifelike oil painting. The painting shows an old dwarf who was pierced by a dark golden sword and nailed to the gray-white wall, with black bloodstains. meanders to the bottom of the wall.

and many more! ?

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

Whenever the black mist wants to get close to touching the oil painting, there will be a dim and extreme brilliance flashing away, tenaciously resisting the black mist.

This... doesn't seem like a painting?

Modrian widened his eyes and carefully observed the dwarf corpse. The dark golden giant sword that penetrated the corpse was about 5 meters away from the ground. After Poppy approached, he could clearly see the shadow reflected on the opposite side. (Golden light shines on the dwarf corpse and the dark-gold greatsword.)

Buzz! Buzz!

When Modrian and the others stepped into the gray-white workshop, an inexplicable tremor resounded, and it was visible to the naked eye that the black mist that had already surrounded the dwarf corpse was slowly retreating, as if they were afraid of something.

With the passage of time, the tremors connected into pieces, turning into waves of tidal waves, slamming against the walls.

Be careful, Lord Modrian! Poppy stood in front, looking solemnly at the dark golden sword, where the source of the trembling sound was.

The golden light filled the purple eyes, and Bobby touched his waist with his left hand, where a small gray-brown round shield was pinned.

【Steel Ambassador】!

[Steel Ambassador: Poppy throws her round shield at the target, gaining an attack distance bonus and causing additional magic damage. The Buckler will fall on a nearby area, and when Poppy steps into the area, she can gain a Blessing effect. (The enemy can destroy the round shield)]

A taupe-brown brilliance draws an extreme arc in the air, and its terrifying speed compresses the air, forming clear traces, aiming directly at the dark golden giant sword.

Slight energy fluctuations appeared on the dark golden giant sword, and the dead old dwarf slowly raised his head, his closed eyes had opened at some point, and the turbid pupils reflected the speeding gray-brown round shield.

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

Dang!

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

Humanity?

The old dwarf stared at Modrian with a strange tone, with a touch of strangeness 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, looked at Modrian, who was being protected in the center, and said softly: Human nobles? It seems that we have failed. I don't know what the current situation of Lakstark Fortress is?

Compared with the strange tone before, the old dwarf now speaks the Continental Common Language with the correct tone.

Grey shield, grey spear, I didn't expect to see them again, does this count as witnessing one's own glory before death? The old dwarf put his cloudy eyes on the spear blade and shield in Modrian's hands. , spitting out some sentimental words.

Modri ​​was relieved and responded, Is your Excellency Master Noel Giles?

Huh? A look of astonishment flashed across the gray face, and Noel Giles, the master dwarf casting master, showed a trace of nostalgia.

Looks like my name doesn't

Buried in loess, but remembered by the long river of history.

Human nobles, can you tell something about the outside world? I need to judge something based on this. Noel Giles spoke slowly, with a hint of request in his unnatural tone, he was trapped here for too long , eager to understand the outside world.

The atmosphere of silence surrounded, Modrian did not say a word, he stared at the old dwarf in front of him, and he did not completely believe the words of the other party, even if the gray shield and the gray gun in his hand really came from the other party.

Don't worry, human nobles, in order to resist the erosion of those black mists, all my strength has been exhausted for a long time. Noel Giles said helplessly. Even blood is given to this sword of dark flame battle scar.

I don't want to be a lackey in the abyss, that's the shame of the ice dwarf clan!

The Sword of Dark Flame Battle Scar!

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

The legacy of the ice dwarf clan, a legendary tyrannical weapon!

But it is precisely because of this that his heart is full of doubts, why does the inheritance tool of the ice dwarf clan run through the body of the casting master belonging to the ice 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 the doubts in Modrian's heart, and slowly recounted what happened in the Laxstark Fortress. Destruction within.

Noel's speech was fast, but his sentences were clear and methodical, and he slowly described for Modrian the mutation that happened in Rakstark hundreds of years ago......

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